🏋Vicky Glockenberry in Photo Above 🏋

"I'm starting to think this was a bad idea, Charlie..." Willy Wonka said with a small amount of regret in his voice. Turn's out third time isn't the charm.

Willy, Charlie and the rest of the Bucket family were watching the news report on the third Silver Ticket Winner, which was a very muscular woman named Vicky Glockenberry.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wonka" Charlie told him "but we can't go back on the contest now."

"What if we announce that I'm very, very sick?" Willy asked "Let's tell them I have Small Pox!"

"Sir, that disease was wiped out years ago" Charlie informed him.

"Well... we'll just tell a little fib and say it was never wiped out in the factory?" Willy suggested.

"I don't think that'll work, sir" Charlie sighed "Even if it does, the health department will circle us like vultures."

"But none of these woman are my type!" The Chocolatier cried.

"Well, not all of us can be B positive?" Grandma Georgina told him.

"That's his blood type, Grandma Georgina" Charlie explained.

"How did she even know that?" Willy whispered to Charlie.

"I have no idea?" Charlie shrugged.

Meanwhile in Florida, a news anchor called Michael Sanderson was interviewing Vicky Glockenberry as she ran on a treadmill in her living room. She had two blonde ponytails in her hair, muscular arms and a six pack of abs on her abdomen!

"So Miss Glockenberry, you say you intend to show Mr. Wonka that you'll be wearing the pants in the relationship?" The anchorman asked "Any comment on that?"

Vicky wasn't even out of breath from running on the treadmill when she answered the questions.

"I like to be in charge of my life and no scrawny little candy creep is going to change that!" Vicky said, angry and full of rage. "I just hope that little twig man can keep up with me! I hope all that sugar gives him energy, he's going to need it with me! Ha!"

The anchorman followed Vicky as she dropped to the floor and began doing quick-paced sit ups.

"Anything you'd like to say to the public and Mr. Wonka himself?" He asked her.

"To the public, stay fit like me or get bit by me!" Vicky said, not even breaking a sweat. "And to Wonka: I'm coming for you, choco-holic!"

Mr. Wonka's jaw dropped. "I am not a choco-holic!" He said "I make a large assortment of candies and chewing gum's as well!"

"A coffee drinking rabbit couldn't keep up with that woman!" Grandpa Joe said "Best of luck, Mr. Wonka!"

"Thanks" Willy told him "I think I'll need it."

"This just in! The fourth silver ticket has been found by a woman named Miranda Piker in Boston Massachusetts!" The Television announced.

The news focused on a young woman in a yellow sun dress and thick-framed glasses, her hair was done in a pixie cut. So far she seemed like a perfectly normal woman:

"Well, I'm sure I can teach Mr. Wonka plenty of things" Miranda Piker said "all my research and source material says he's a frivolous, silly and downright stupid person."

"I'm starting to think being a bachelor for the rest of my life might not be the worst thing for me" Willy said, not surprised that this woman was horrid as the rest.

The reporter cleared his throat awkwardly at Miranda's snarky comment. "You mentioned earlier that you were excepted into MENSA at the age of twelve?" He asked her.

"Yes, MENSA only accepts people of the highest intellect into their system" Miranda spoke slowly to the reporter, as if he were a dog trying to understand a command. "For some it takes a lifetime of learning to get their MENSA membership card, it only took me twelve years. In order to get one, you must score 98% or higher on an I.Q test! Aside from that I also have a P.H.D in Quantum Physics and I won the Wendell Prize from Harvard University for my academic achievements in the world of science and medicine."

"I see" said the anchorman "Is there anything you'd like to say to the public and to Mr. Wonka himself?"

"Yes" Miranda cleared her throat "to the public I say being smarter than a sixth grader just doesn't cut it! And to the wrongly-famed Mr. Wonka, I'll say what I say to all the so-called geniuses I've met: Prepare to be proven wrong!"  

Willy turned off the T.V after that, his face riddled with disappointed. At this rate, it was slim pickings for a wife. So far, each woman was horrible in her own way and didn't appeal to him at all. Out of the four women who won, not one was a likely candidate for his future wife!

But sadly, there was no turning back now...

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Little did Willy Wonka know was that a more likely candidate was on her way.

4,227 miles away, Matilda Hartman was coming home from what she thought was her last day of culinary school. She had no choice but to drop out, there was no way she could pay her tuition with no savings and not much income left. She may even have to move back in with her evil brat of a  stepmother, Patricia. She was behind in her rent payments and she didn't even want to know how much her heat and electric bills were.

She sighed and flopped on the couch, looking at her father's picture on the coffee table. Tears soon formed into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Dad" she sobbed "I tried..."

She sniffed and sighed. There's no point in crying she thought Tears won't solve anything!

She noticed a Wonka bar sitting on the coffee table, it was the same one she bought at Miss Franny's Fabulous Flavours, a few days ago.

She picked it up and looked at it's wrapper. In one corner of the wrapper it's said WIN! A trip to Wonka's Chocolate Factory! Look for the Silver Ticket Inside!

Matilda rolled her eyes, smiling slightly. Sure, it would be neat to win a trip to a chocolate factory, especially Wonka's Factory. But there was no way she could win a Silver Ticket. Women have been buying case after case to get one. Just because Matilda bought a single bar of chocolate doesn't mean she was going to find a Silver Ticket and all her problems would be solved.

Matilda scoffed as she unwrapped the chocolate bar. "There's no way..." She muttered "Not a chance..."

She went to take a bite, but before she could put her teeth around it she noticed something made of shiny silver paper gleaming at her under the wrapper.

Matilda's eyes widened slightly as she pulled out...

"A Silver Ticket...?" Matilda said, staring at it. It was a shiny peice of matallic paper, it looked as if it were made of actual silver.

Matilda couldn't believe it, she had a Silver Ticket this whole time and didn't even know it! Part of her didn't want to believe it! Another part of her believed it was a cruel prank! And another part of her wanted to scream and jump for joy!

She turned the ticket over and read the message on the back. Her voice was shaking with excitement as she read it:

"Greetings to you, the lucky female winner of this Silver Ticket from Mr. Willy Wonka! I hug you with wide, loving arms! For now, I do invite you to come to my factory and be my guest for one whole week! I, Willy Wonka, will spend time around the factory with every one of you, taking each one of you on a romantic date every night! And remember, one of you lucky ladies shall receive an extra prize worth more than you could possibly imagine. Now, here are your instructions: On the fourteenth of February, you must come to the factory gates at 10 A.M sharp. You may bring one suitcase and one carry-on bag with any of your necessary belongings. Until then,

                       Willy Wonka."

Matilda looked at her calendar, the fourteenth of February, Valentine's Day, was tomorrow! She could hop on a flight to England tonight and be there by tomorrow morning!

The only problem was how to get an airline ticket? She barely had enough income for groceries, how would she afford a plane ticket to England?

Then Matilda remembered her emergency spare cash! She went to her bedroom and pulled out a small box that had at least four hundred and sixty dollars in it. She also had an extra two hundred dollars left in the bank.

This was amazing! An amazing miracle! Getting to go into the famed and exclusive Wonka Chocolate Factory! It was like a dream come true!

But then Matilda remembered, she already had a dream she was trying to make come true. And she was trying to do it while in debt...

Then she heard her father's voice in the back of her head:

"Remember Tilly, whatever path you choose in life I want you to make sure it's a path that makes you happy..."

"A path that makes me happy..." Matilda said, trying to decide.

In a lot of ways she wanted to go to Wonka's Chocolate Factory for a week, to have fun and meet the great Mr. Wonka, himself. But she kept sensing a nagging feeling that she should do the responsible thing and sell the ticket. She could use the money to start back to culinary school and maybe get enough money to get back on track with her rent payments.

But the more Matilda thought about doing the right thing, the more she thought about the rough week she had. She had been robbed blind by her horrid stepmother, she had blown her chances with a cute guy by sending him to the hospital and no less than two hours ago she was forced to quit culinary school and her overall goal in life! Maybe she should go to Wonka's Factory, after the week she had, she deserved a little fun! And this was clearly fate, the fact that she found a Silver Ticket might mean something, right?

Before she could lose her nerve, Matilda ran and grabbed her phone and dialed the number for the nearest airport. 

"Hello, St. Louis International Airport, how may I help you?" the woman on the other end of the line said.

"Yes hello, I need one airline ticket to England for tonight, if possible?" Matilda asked.

"One moment please, I'll see what we have left available" the woman said.

Matilda held held her breath and crossed her fingers as she was put on hold for three minutes.

"Are you still there, miss?" the airline woman asked.

"Yes!" Matilda said, nervous "Yes, I'm here."

"You're in luck" the airline woman said "we have one open seat left on our red eye flight to England, leaving tonight at nine P.M. Should I reserve it for you?"

"Yes, please!" Matilda sighed happily.

"May I have your name?" the airline woman asked.

"Matilda Hartman" she said, smiling at her father's photograph.

Matilda couldn't believe it, but it was actually happening! She was on her way to England and to the Wonka Chocolate Factory!