When you saw the ticket nestled inside the chocolate wrapper of your child's bar, the last thing on your mind was the chocalatier who'd had it placed there. Rather, you thought about the transport, the distance, and just how happy one chocolate bar had made the kid.

You weren't sure what to expect, waiting outside the factory with the parents of five other children for Mr. Wonka to arrive, but it certainly wasn't the tired older man with a limp and a stick who approached.

Then, you supposed that you'd been buying Wonka chocolate for years. Maybe it wasn't so outlandish to think the founder of the company had become a little more decrepid as of late.

This theory was quickly disproven, however, when Mr. Wonka tumbled to the ground, rolled, and finished with an enthusiastic little hop. The children were delighted, laughing loudly.

What an odd man.