You couldn't believe it! Was this really happening? That candy bar you ripped open had something way better than just a fudgealicious bar. It had a prize! A golden ticket to Wonka's chocolate factory with the promise of fun, an unforgettable experience, and a lifetime supply of free sweets! You drove down to the factory as hundreds of curious people and news crews were set up outside of the gigantic gates.

"Zis is zo exciding, Ja? I am going to eat as many chokolate bars as I can! I'm zoooo hungry! I barely had time to finisch mein zird cake for breakfast!" The morbidly obese german said in a husky voice while gobbling chocolate bars. Obviously, Gloop.

"I am getting IMPATIENT! We have been waiting out here two hours! How rude. Who does he think we are?" A bratty woman in a mink coat said while tapping her foot over and over. You were guessing she was Miss Salt.

"Winners usually don't have to wait. This better be worth it. I'm missing karate to be here." Violet said who was a blonde haired girl in a blue tracksuit with white stripes smacked on her gum. Scarlett, who was her mother, pinched her cheek giddily. "Think of the press, dear." She was wearing the same outfit as her daughter. Must be the Beauregardes.

A hardcore gamer in a red long sleeve skull shirt was too busy playing their PSP to care. "BOOM! HEADSHOT! EAT IT, BITCH! Where is this dickhead? We've been waiting here two hours and I'm running out of games to play." Teavee looked unimpressed by it all.

A well-mannered blonde in dirty street trash clothing and buck teeth rubbed their hands together. "I am just happy to be here. My grandpa told me ALL about him! This is the greatest day of my life!" Bucket, maybe?

Finally, the man of the hour arrived. Wonka pushed open the double doors while leaning on his cane with a chipper grin. "Good morning, starshine! The earth says...hello! Erm, nevermind. Who do we have here?" He walked up to you wearing a dark top hat, velvet coat, and white goggle glasses. "I am Mr. Wonka! Your name, please?"