The sun seeped in through the window in Charlie Bucket's bedroom. Bright, warm rays covered his legs as he rose from his bed and stretched with a yawn. He struggled with the sheets a bit as he stumbled his way out of bed. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, thinking hard about yesterday's turn of events. He wasn't sure if any of that was a dream or not. He and his family couldn't have possibly gotten that much luck in one day... right?

Boy, was he CORRECT.

Loud knocks rained upon his family's front door. He overheard his mom stride to the entrance and she cautiously opened the door.

"Hello. Is Charlie here today?" The curious boy heard a familiar male voice ring throughout the  whole house.

"Oh! Mr. Jopeck! What are you doing here? What is it you need?" His mom, Michelle, wondered.

"All I need is for Charlie to go to work pronto. We are meeting as a whole group at my stand."

"Why?"

"My workers are beginning to fall behind at the amount of papers that are being sent out each day. It is imperative that me and my faithful workers touch upon that problem before it gets too drastic to handle."

"Understood, sir. Charlie will be down now. Charlie!"

"Yes, mom! I'm coming!" He sped down the stairs even though his hair and clothes looked completely disheveled. Mr. Jopeck's face was manifested with a quick relieved grin, then it disappeared as soon as he said, "Charlie, you better be done getting ready. The others aren't as patient as you and I can be, after all. Hope your work day is as relaxed today as any other day was. See ya soon." He nodded his head down once towards Charlie and Michelle, then he removed himself from their home.

"W-What? But what about the Golden Tickets?" Charlie freaked out.

"What about Golden Tickets, sweetie? I have never heard of them before." Michelle was genuinely concerned and confused for her son.

"Welp, folks, the boy's lost it." Grandpa George muttered as Grandma Georgina slapped him upside the head. He rubbed his head and glared at her.

"Charlie, are you okay?" Grandma Josephine's eyes shone with apprehension.

"Guuuys! Do you all even remember the weeks of Golden Tickets being sent out to five people? Do you remember any of that at all?" Charlie almost began to whine.

"Charlie, my boy, did you have a nightmare?" Grandpa Joe was perturbed by the boy's stubbornness about these tickets they've never heard of, to say the least.

"Nooo!" Charlie sobbed. "This is my nightmare! Grandpas, grandmas, mooom! You all have to believe me! There was this cool chocolatier named Willy Wonka, and he sent out tickets to five lucky winners who end up finding them! I found one of them and Grandpa Joe and I went there to experience his factory! There were many different rooms, inventions, candies, anything you could think of! Mr. Wonka was amazing! He ended up choosing me as his heir to run his factory for him someday because the other four children weren't fit enough to do so! Then when he chose me, he-"

"Charlie! Those tickets you're talking about don't exist! Mr. Wonka has been closed down for years for a reason. There's no way he could come back up just like that. Boy, you need to forget about him. He's causing you distress, it seems." Grandpa Joe explained.

"WHY!? HOW IS THIS HAPPENING!? HE REALLY DID-"

"Okay, that's quite enough, Charlie Bucket. Go and get ready to meet up with Mr. Jopeck and your coworkers, now." She ordered whilst pointing to their bathroom. Michelle was having none of his attitude.

"AHHHRRG!" Charlie screamed as he ran out the front door, not caring if he was going to work with his pajamas on.

"What was that all about, Michelle?" Grandma Georgina asked worriedly.

"An attitude that needs to be adjusted pronto." Grandpa George confirmed firmly.

"No, it felt more than just some silly little attitude." Michelle paced back and forth in thought. "He seemed as if he truly believed what was real to him."

"Sounds like he needs therapy, and if not therapy, then placed in an asylum." Grandpa George huffed.

"Agreed. Not even I was that crazy at his age." Grandpa Joe muttered.

"No, father! He's not crazy! Maybe he was just having a stubborn frame of mind for once. Perhaps something like what you do all the time." Michelle smirked when Grandpa Joe gasped in complete horror at what she said.

"Hey! If I could walk again, my taunting daughter, then you would be a very sorry young lady!"

"No, dear! She was only joking! Please, calm yourself!" Grandma Josephine pleaded whilst holding his raised fist back down onto his lap.

Grandpa Joe merely grumbled the whole rest of the day.

As Charlie was speeding to work whilst sobbing his heart out the whole way, Willy Wonka was watching from a high floor saw the sad boy right outside the window. He shook his head and tsked as the boy disappeared around the corner.

"It seems someone is having a bad day." The whimsical man muttered.

"I hope it wasn't caused by me and my issue. I will have to be shut down in a few days.

"Well, I tried, at least."