Oh boy...

For the first time in WAY too long, I have become obsessed with a movie. I've seen Charlie and the Chocolate Factory twice in one week, and have every intention of seeing it at least one more time, possibly four. It was unthinkable that I wouldn't eventually attempt to write fanfiction for it. Here's hoping I get Willy Wonka right. He's a great character, but man is he hard to write for!

And yes, the chapters are shamefully short. Hoping to possibly remedy that with later chapters.

Willy Wonka didn't like TV. It always had 'people' on the screens, and was nothing but nonsense. Of course, it had its good points. If he could just perfect television chocolate to one hundred percent success he was certain it would become far more useful, and help him stay in touch with the outside world without actually going outside. That was definitely a bonus. His viewing was definitely at a minimum though.

But today, he was in the Television Room, the Oompa Loompa who was usually paid to sit in the chair standing by his side. Wonka's hands twitched, as his eyes stayed glued to the screen, the reporter eagerly talking about the five golden tickets that now existed somewhere in the world.

"This can work," he said to himself, giggling slightly. "It will most definitely work, possibly."

Oh how he hated second guessing himself.

But really, how else was he supposed to find an heir? Hold auditions? Direct one of those hideous reality shows the Oompa Loompas in the TV Room seemed to be obsessed with?

No, these Golden Tickets were his best, non-contact bet. Surely, with the odds as they were, one out of the five would be less rotten than the others, right?

He sighed as the story changed to something about high pesticide rates, and turned to the Oompa Loompa beside him.

"Okay, I need you to keep watching the news channels. Let me know whenever one of the tickets is found. We have to be ready."

The Oompa Loompa crossed his arms in understanding, Wonka returning the gesture before skipping to the glass elevator.

"This will all turn out perfectly. I know it will."

But as he pressed the button for his private rooms, his face paled.

"Oh no"

What if someone from Fickelgruber or Prodnose found a ticket?

To be continued...