A tall, pale young man stood in the middle of the cobbled road with what seemed to be a walking cane that doubled as his advertisement. He was clad in old clothing and a dirty velvet coat that was thrown over it and a top hat that looked like it had been through a war, a wreck of a man with a wreck of a hair and a smile on his face when he announced himself.

"Hello!" He beamed, demanding attention. "My name is Willy Wonka. And, you see, I'm going to be the world's greatest chocolate maker!"