//------------------------------// // Willy Wonka // Story: Cinematic Adventures: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory // by extremeenigma02 //------------------------------// Following the many trials and tribulations the ponies have been through on this journey, as the sun came up the following day, our heroes couldn’t be happier. As the first rays of dawn shined upon the tiny shack, every pony and the little dragon was quick to rise. Along with Charlie and Grandpa Joe, they were all out of bed and presentable with a little help from Mrs. Bucket. Before long, it was close to ten o’clock and soon they all departed in one quick hurry. No doubt, these ponies had a feeling today was going to be a very good day. Soon enough, a large gathering of people from all over the world crowded around the gates of the famous Wonka factory. A band played a loud fanfare as the five golden ticket winners sat along the ‘Winners’ Stage’. It was rapidly approaching the magical hour, everyone excited for this moment. But none more excited than Mike Teevee, noticing the television cameras pointing right at him. “Hey Mom, we’re on TV!” He shouts, excitedly. “Hi everybody in Marble Falls! Hi, Billy! Hi, Maggie! Hi, Fishface! How do I look?” The local news team was there to report the historic occasion. “You guys ready?” The reporter asked. “Yeah, you’re on.” “Well, this is it folks. This is the big day, the historic day on which Willy Wonka has promised to open his gates and shower gifts on the five lucky winners. From all over the globe, people have gathered here waiting for the hour to strike, waiting to catch a glimpse of that legendary magician, Mr. Willy Wonka.” The seven ponies and little baby dragon sat beside Grandpa Joe and Charlie along the winners’ stage, keeping a close eye along the clock awaiting for the hour to strike. The most excited out of the entire gathering were Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich, the two ponies holding hooves together with toothy grins. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” Pinkie exclaimed, loudly. “This is gonna be the most spectacularly, fantastically, magically, most amazing day of our lives!” “I know exactly what you mean, Pinkie Winkie!” Cheese nodded. “We’ve waited so long for this moment, and now that it’s here, it’s going to be—Oh, what’s that word?” “Totally ‘awesome’?!” Rainbow suggested. “Yeah, I can work with that,” Cheese chuckled. “This certainly is quite an amazing occasion,” Rarity admired. “Wish I was able to fashion myself the perfect outfit.” Every pony groaned, rolling their eyes. “Rarity, do yah always need an outfit fur every occasion?” Applejack asked, annoyed. “Why of course, darling!” Rarity huffed. “It’s never a bad thing to look good. Even ‘you’ should know, when you ‘borrowed’ one of my dresses! Hmm?” “For pete’s sake, that was ONE time!” As the girls went back and forth with their arguing, the other remaining ticket winners had their moment in the spotlight with the television cameras. Even Veruca Salt gave off a smile and wave when the cameramen faced her, unaware that she was anything but an angel. At one point, when the cameras turned to Mr. Beauregarde and his daughter, he saw an opportunity to promote his business. “Hi, friends. Sam Beauregarde here. The next time you’re in Miles City, Montana, don’t forget to visit Beauregarde’s AutoMart…” “Cut it out, Dad; for heaven’s sake, this is my show!” Violet yelled, before changing tones. “Hi, Cornelia sweetie, I’ve still got it. And how’s this for a stretch?” She pulls the piece of gum in her mouth to a long length, releasing it and caught the strand back in her mouth. Twilight, who had been watching, almost gagged in disgust. Meanwhile, Vercua Salt looked displeased while the cameras weren’t on her. “Daddy, I want to go in!” Veruca demanded, to her father. “It’s 9:59, sweetheart,” Mr. Salt responded, checking his watch. “Make time go faster; I want to go in first before anybody else!” “Anything you say sweetheart.” As the Salts look on, Mr. Salt felt a tap along his shoulder and slowly turns around. The man gets startled at the presence of an orange pony with a Stetson hat staring at him, having drawn his attention with one hoof. “Beg pardon fur givin’ yah a scare there, Mr. Salt,” Applejack spoke. “I just figured yah really shouldn’t be letting’ yer daughter walkin’ over yah like that.” “And… Who really asked for your opinion, tiny horse?” Mr. Salt replied. “… First of all, ah’m not a horse, ah’m a pony,” Applejack frowned, correcting him. “Secondly, ah’m just tryin’ tah help yah. Uer supposed tah be the parent here and quite frankly yer daughter could use some discipline.” “Discipline?” Mr. Salt gasped. “Oh no, no, no, no, no! I could never do that to my little Veruca; I want her to be happy.” “But yer also lettin’ her walk all over yah and that ain’t a good thing. Just give it a little bit ah thought, will yah?” Applejack trots back to rejoin her friends, leaving Mr. Salt to sit and ponder over what she told him upfront. Meanwhile, Augustus Gloop stuffs his face once more with a large German pastry until Mrs. Gloop grabs it from his hand. “Save some room for later, Augustus liebling,” She said. Charlie, of course, was most excited to finally have this chance. After all these years, something good was happening to him and he intended to make the most of it. He smiled big, as he leans over to speak to his grandpa. “Grandpa?” “Hmm?” “I don’t believe it. We did it; we’re actually going in.” “We’re going to see the greatest of them all: Mr. Willy Wonka!” Grandpa Joe said, happily. “Do you think Mr. Wonka will remember you after all these years?” “Hard to say, it’s been years.” Just then, the bell in the clock tower rang loud, everyone at the gathering looks up to see it was now ten o’clock. They all looked toward the entrance of the chocolate factory, waiting for the greatest candy maker of all time to emerge. After a moment or two, the bell tolling multiple times, the door slowly opens and a single gentleman emerges, Mr. Willy Wonka himself, dressed in his signature purple coat and brown top hat. Everyone cheered and applauded for the man, the same individual who brought them the greatest candy of all time. But as he slowly approaches the crowd, the cheering slowly fades when they notice him walking with a cane. He limps slowly toward the gates, everyone wondering what might have happened. A few mere feet from the stairs, he discards the cane and freezes in place clutching his hand as if wondering where it went. He slowly leans forward as if he’s about to fall… Then rolls with an acrobatic somersault causing everyone to erupt in cheers, applauding once more. “Thank you… Thank you. Welcome, my friends,” He addressed the five winners. “Welcome to my chocolate factory. Would you come forward please?” Hearing this, all the winners and their guardians race forward quickly. Mr. Salt pushes others aside ensuring his daughter enters first. “Veruca first! Get back, you! Come on, Veruca sweetheart!” As Charlie and Grandpa Joe races down the path toward the gate, Charlie noticed Mr. Slugworth standing off to the side giving him a thumbs up as they passed. “That’s Slugworth!” He told Grandpa Joe. “That’s the one I’ve told you about!” After finally reaching the gate, they stood right before the famous chocolatier himself. They all smile at him, who in turn smiles back. “Welcome,” Mr. Wonka greeted. “It’s nice to have you here. I’m so glad you could come. This is going to be such an exciting day. I hope you enjoy it. I think you will. And now would you please show me your Golden Tickets?” Veruca, of course, had to be the first child to step up, handing Mr. Wonka her ticket. “I’m Veruca Salt,” The rich girl smiled. “It’s very nice to meet you, sir.” “My dear Veruca, what a pleasure. And how pretty you look in that lovely mink coat.” “I’ve got three others at home.” “And Mr. Salt, overjoyed to see you, sir. Would you just step over there for a minute?” I always thought a verruca was a type of wart you got on the bottom of your foot. Her name is spelled with ‘one’ R… But yeah, I get what you’re saying. The two Salts step off to the side, as Augustus Gloop and his mother hand him the next ticket. “Augustus Gloop. I love your chocolate.” “I can see that Augustus, my dear boy. So do I. How good to see you, never expected to have so much in common and in such fine shape. And this must be the radiant Mrs. Gloop. Just over there, dear lady.” As Wonka instructs his guests, shaking hands along the way, the next to step up is Violet and her father. “Violet Beauregarde” “Darling child, welcome to Wonka’s. You do seem confident.” “I should be because I’m gonna win the special prize at the end.” “Well, confidence is key.” “What kind of gum you got here?” “Charming, charming!” “Sam Beauregarde here, Mr. Wonka,” Mr. Beauregarde introduced himself. “My dear sir, what a genuine pleasure.” “If ever you need anything in the automotive line, just call on Sam B, phone numbers on the card. With Sam B, it’s a guarantee.” Mr. Beauregarde hands Mr. Wonka his business card, before joining his daughter. As Wonka places the card in his pocket, he notices Mike Teevee and his mother approach. “You,” Mr. Wonka speaks. “You’re Mike Teevee.” “That’s right.” “So, you’re the little devil who cracked the system.” “Maybe… But then I’d have to… WHAM!” Mike shouts, pulling his gun. “You’re dead!” Mr. Wonka pretends to get shot in the chest, having fun with the rambunctious rascal. “Wonderful to meet you, Mike. And Mrs. Teevee, how do you do? What an adorable little boy you have,” Mr. Wonka compliments. “Thank you,” Mrs. Teevee responds, flattered. “Just over there.” Last, but certainly not least, Charlie and Grandpa Joe finally approach Mr. Wonka handing him the golden ticket. “Charlie Bucket.” “Well, well, Charlie Bucket, I read all about you in the papers,” Mr. Wonka greets. “You’re just lucky to be here, aren’t you? I’m so happy for you.” Mr. Wonka pauses for a moment when he turns toward Grandpa Joe, pausing as he appears to study the nervous old man. “And who is this gentleman?” Mr. Wonka questioned. “My grandfather, Grandpa Joe,” Charlie smiled. “Mr. Wonka, I don’t know if you’ll remember me,” Grandpa Joe spoke. “But I used to work here in the factory.” “Oh yes… Didn’t you…?” Hearing this, Mr. Wonka’s face fell as if he had remembered something. A glare appears, as he eyes Grandpa Joe. “Were you one of those despicable spies who everyday tried to steal my life’s work and sell it to those parasitic, copycat, candy-making cads?” “No sir,” Grandpa Joe answers, nervously. Mr. Wonka eyes Grandpa Joe for a second or two, before a smile returns and his face brightens. “Then Wonderful! Welcome back!” It was then Mr. Wonka looks over the Buckets’ shoulders, spying a peculiar group of colorful ponies and a small baby dragon hanging out by the winners’ stage the whole time. A certain pink party pony and her banana coated friend take notice of Mr. Wonka and wave excitedly. “And what of your friends onstage?” Mr. Wonka asked. “Are they not coming?” Charlie and Grandpa Joe turned toward the ponies then back to Mr. Wonka. They were rightfully confused. “What do you mean, Mr. Wonka?” Charlie asked. “Surely you wouldn’t mind if I got to meet your friends, would you?” Mr. Wonka asked. “If that is possible.” Though slightly confused, nonetheless Charlie looks over his shoulder and beckons his friends to come forward. They all noticed his gesture, facing each other silently wondering what’s going on. They slowly make their way down the pathway, as everyone looks on. Eventually they stand before Mr. Wonka, gazing up toward him as he smiled down at them. “Well, well, well, it seems the papers were absolutely right after all,” Mr. Wonka spoke. “I suppose I have all of you to thank for saving my contest.” Every pony turned toward each other, trying to make heads-or-tails over what he’s talking about. “My apologies, Mr. Wonka sir,” Twilight spoke up. “We really don’t know what you mean.” Mr. Wonka reaches into his back pocket, pulling out the newspaper. He hands it to Twilight Sparkle, who uses her magic to grab it in a magical aura and pulls it toward her. As she looks over the article, she sees a picture on the front page with all of them standing in the secret room at the Min~oleta mansion, with the printing press and holding the fake ticket. The headline itself is what really drew her attention. Ponies Save Wonka Contest: Fifth Ticket Discovered To Be Fake Twilight presents the newspaper toward the rest of her friends, giving each of them a chance to go over it. If they weren’t confused enough already, this increased it by ten folds. “I don’t get it,” Rainbow shrugged. “I certainly don’t recall any of us being there,” Rarity added. “We never even stepped foot in that place, not once,” Fluttershy continued. “How did we end up in this newspaper?” Spike asked. Cheese himself looked especially confused. After all, HE and HE alone was the pony who solved this little mystery. He turns toward the sky. “I don’t understand fellas; why put ‘all’ of us in the newspaper?” We said we’d ensure Pinkie Pie wouldn’t leave Ponyville. The only way for that to happen was to arrange to have you all into the chocolate factory to meet Wonka. That is… Unless you don’t WANT Pinkie Pie to go…. “Oh no, no, no!” Cheese spoke, waving his hooves. “I want her to go; I'd do anything! In fact, we’ll take it the tour! No trouble at all!" Every pony eyed on Cheese Sandwich, who was making a spectacle of himself, waving his hooves and shouting to the heavens. They shrug it off before turning back to Mr. Wonka. “I’m sorry Mr. Wonka,” Twilight apologized. “I think there’s been…” “I really must thank you all for what you’ve done for me,” Mr. Wonka finished. “Had it not been for all of you, this contest would be a complete sham. And as a token of my appreciation, I’m offering you to join the five winners on my tour through my factory.” Every pony’s mouths fell to the ground, all of them in shock. Mr. Wonka was offering them a tour through his factory and yet they felt they did absolutely nothing to earn it. “That’s very generous of you, Mr. Wonka,” Twilight began. “But I don’t really think we…” Once again, she finds her words cut off. But this time, however, it was Pinkie Pie, placing a hoof over her mouth. “… Could possibly thank you enough!” She finished. Twilight removed Pinkie’s hoof from her mouth, pulling her party pony friend off to the side. “Pinkie, what are you doing? You know we didn’t do anything to deserve this!” “Please Twilight, can we just go along with this one? This could very well be the one chance to visit the factory and talk to Mr. Wonka about saving Sugar Cube Corner.” Twilight thought for a moment, and while she understands where Pinkie was coming from, she shook her head. “I don’t know, Pinkie,” She said. It was then she saw Pinkie’s eyes fill with tears, her lip quivering. “Please….” Pinkie begged. As much as Twilight Sparkle felt it be dishonest about how they saved the contest, there was no way she could deny it. Pinkie Pie made a valid argument or else they have come all this way for nothing. Their only chance to save Sugar Cube Corner was taking this opportunity hoping to get a word with Mr. Wonka, knowing this man is supposed to be a candy-making genius. Besides, how could Twilight Sparkle possibly say no when Pinkie makes her sad face? Twilight Sparkle lets out a deep sigh, before making her decision. “Alright Pinkie, we’ll do it,” Twilight smiled. Pinkie Pie instantly perked up, with the biggest smile on her face. She bounces around Twilight Sparkle as they made their way back to Mr. Wonka. “Mr. Wonka, we accept your invitation for the tour!” Twilight declared. “Fantastic to hear you say that! Overjoyed, enraptured, entranced; are we ready? Yes! Good! In we go!” Mr. Wonka leads them all, including the ponies and little dragon, down the path towards the factory. The fanfare plays again, as the crowd erupts into cheers. The door to the factory opens again, as one by one the guests step inside. Mr. Wonka, the last to enter, turns back toward the crowd and tips his hat before he enters the factory, as the door closes behind him. Already this proved to be quite the interesting day for the guests; everyone outside on the other hand. “Now what are we supposed to do?” A random person asked.