Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory

All right, all right, what's it going to be?

A Triple Cream Cup for Christopher.

A Squelchy Snorter for Otis.

A Sizzler for June Marie. And listen!

- Wonka's got a new one today. - What is it?

This one's a Scrumpdiddleumptious Bar.

Scrumpdiddleumptious Bar? How does he do it?

- Do you ask a fish how it swims? - No.

- Or a bird how it flies? - No.

No, you don't.

They were born to do it.

Just like Willy Wonka was born to be a candy man...

and you were born to be a Wonkerer.

The Candy Man!

The Candy Man?

The Candy Man!

The Candy Man can!

Hi, Mr. Jopeck.

Ah, come along, Charlie. You're late.

It's payday, Mr. Jopeck.

You're right.

- There you are. - Thanks.

- Say hello to your Grandpa Joe. - Okay.

Up the airy mountain.

Down the rushing glen.

We dare not go a-hunting.

For fear of little men.

You see...

nobody ever goes in...

and nobody ever comes out.

Charlie's late.

He works too hard, for a little boy.

He should have some time to play.

Not enough hours in the day.

With you four bedridden the last 20 years,

it takes a lot of work to keep this family going.

If only his father were alive.

When I get my strength back, I'll get out of bed to help him.

In all the years you've been saying that,

I've yet to see you set foot on the floor.

Maybe if the floor wasn't so cold.

Hi, everybody!

Wake up, Charlie's home!

Grandpa George.

Grandma Georgina.

Grandma Josephine.

Grandpa Joe!

Is this your supper, Grandpa?

It's yours too.

I'm fed up with cabbage water. It's not enough!

- It's all we have! - What are you saying?

- How about this? - Where did you get that?

What difference does it make where? He got it.

My first payday.

Good for you, Charlie. We'll have a real banquet.

Mom?

Here's what's left. You keep it.

Except for this.

From now on, I'm paying for your tobacco.

No one's going to pay for it. I'm giving it up.

Dad, it's only one pipe a day.

When bread looks like a banquet, I have no right buying tobacco.

Go on, Grandpa.

Please take it.

After my paper route, I was in front of Wonka's.

There was this strange man there.

I think he was a tinker.

He was standing behind me looking at the factory.

Just before he left, he said:

"Nobody ever goes in, and nobody ever comes out."

And right he was, Charlie.

Not since the tragic day Willy Wonka locked it.

Why'd he lock it?

Because all the other chocolate makers were sending spies

dressed as workers to steal Mr. Wonka's secret recipes.

Especially Slugworth. Oh, that Slugworth was the worst!

Finally, Mr. Wonka shouted, "I'll be ruined!

Close the factory!" And that's just what he did.

He locked the gates and vanished completely.

And then, suddenly, about three years later,

the most amazing thing happened.

The factory started working again, full blast!

And more delicious candies were coming out than ever.

But the gates stayed locked so that no one,

not even Slugworth, could steal them.

But Grandpa, someone must be helping Mr. Wonka work the factory.

Thousands must be.

But who?

Who are they?

That is the biggest mystery of them all.

- Charlie Bucket? - Yes, Mr. Turkentine?

- Charlie Bucket? - Yes, Mr. Turkentine?

I need an assistant. Give me a hand.

We have nitric acid, glycerine and a special mixture of my own.

Together it's dangerous stuff, blows you up.

But mixed together right, as only I know how, what's it make?

- I don't know. - Of course not. Only I know.

If you knew, you'd be teaching me instead of me teaching you.

And for a student to teach his teacher is presumptuous. Is that clear?

- Yes, sir. - Good.

Mixed together in the right way, these dangerous ingredients

make the finest wart remover in the world.

The trick is to pour equal amounts.

Charlie, you take the nitric acid and glycerine

and I'll take my special mixture. Ready?

Good lad. Pour.

Did we do it wrong?

Certainly not. This is for big warts.

What's going on out there?

Come here. What's happening?

Willy Wonka's opening his factory!

Are you sure?

He's giving lots of chocolate away!

- Class dismissed! - It's only for five people!

Class un-dismissed.

He hid five Golden Tickets. Whoever finds them wins the prize.

- Where did he hide them? - Inside five Wonka Bars.

- You gotta buy bars to find them! - Class re-dismissed!

I'll meet you downstairs!

I'm gonna buy the whole store!

Now, details on the announcement

that has captured the world's attention.

Hidden among the billions of Wonka Bars

are five gold tickets.

To the five people who find them will come the most fabulous prize ever:

A lifetime supply of chocolate.

If this were not enough, each winner, before receiving his prize

will be personally escorted.

They're all crazy.

Shh. The man's a genius.

He'll sell a million bars.

Do you think I've got a chance to find one?

One? I'm counting on you to find all five!

One's enough for me.

We have reports

that the response is phenomenal. Wonka Bars are selling

at a rate to boggle the mind.

It is incredible

the way Wonkamania has descended upon the globe.

While the world searches, we watch and wait, wondering

where it will lead, and how long the spirit of man will hold up

under the strain.

I still have these dreams, doctor. And I still can't stop believing them.

I've told you, Mr. Hoffstedder,

to believe in dreams is a manifestation of insanity.

The sooner you accept this, the sooner you'll get well.

I dreamed the Archangel whispered into my ear where to find a Golden Ticket.

What did he say?

What difference does that make? This was a dream.

- You said... - Shut up! Where's the ticket?

We begin with five Golden Tickets.

Like five lucky bolts of lightning ready to strike any point on the map.

No one knew where or when the first one would hit.

But last night we got our answer.

While America slept, the first Golden Ticket was found

in the small town of Duselheim, Germany.

We've been waiting for the story, and we're ready with a live report.

Proud we are, for the attention of the world

focuses today here in Duselheim.

A community thrust into prominence

by the discovery of the first Wonka Golden Ticket.

Its finder is the son of a prominent butcher.

The boys name, Augustus Gloop!

Augustus Gloop, the pride of Duselheim, the fame of Western Germany.

An example for the whole world.

How does it feel to be the first Golden Ticket finder?

- Hungry. - Any other feelings?

Sorry for Wonka. It'll cost him a fortune in fudge.

Mr. Gloop, would you mind...

Mrs. Gloop, would you say a few words to the audience?

I knew he would find a Golden Ticket. Eating is his hobby.

He wouldn't do it unless he needed the nourishment.

Happy birthday, Charlie!

Here you are, Charlie.

Thank you.

It's terrific!

Grandmas Georgina and Josephine, and me.

I did the end pieces with the tassels.

And here's a little gift from Grandpa George and me.

I think I know what this is.

- It is! A Wonka! - Open it, Charlie.

Let's see that Golden Ticket.

- Wouldn't it be fantastic? - It's not fair to raise his hopes.

Never mind. Open it. I want to see that gold!

Stop it.

- I've got the same chance as anybody. - You've got more.

You want it more.

Go on, open it!

Here goes.

- I got it! - Where?