Winner of Willy

This text grew from the idea "If Wonka wants an heir, why couldn't he have his own?" All he needs is a wife... But we know Wonka. He has a special means how to find the perfect bride.

9 chapters to await

All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real persons or places is absolutely intentional. No offence. :o)


1 Announcement

It was a cold rainy day and Cheryl Rosebay was returning home from work in a miserable mood. People were unpleasant to her today because there was a breakdown on the library computer. Everybody was in a great hurry. Cheryl took care of the lendings and returns of books and at her counter a long queue formed. People don't like standing in queues, of course. She had to watch a display of annoyed and resentful faces and she had no idea that in a few weeks she will have to face spite from a much more dangerous proximity. To make her day more pleasant, she went to a shop to buy a candy; she used to do so from time to time.

The shop on the corner was packed with people, which was odd. Everybody went for chocolate like it was the last in the world. Cheryl glanced around the place and noticed a placard at the main door. She read this announcement:

Dear people of the world!

I, Willy Wonka, made an important decision this year: I want to find myself a wife and start a family with her. Because of that I want to invite five women (up to 35 years) to my factory. I am going to show them the factory and be their guide so we get to know each other. I have hidden five golden tickets under the wrappers of five ordinary chocolate bars. These tickets ensure admittance to the factory for the holders and also their right to compete for my favour.

One of them will eventually become my wife, if both sides agree. The four others will receive a lifetime supply of chocolate and candies. The tickets can be found under the wrapper of any Wonka bar in any town in any country of the world.

Under the text there was a coloured photo of Willy Wonka, a known-unknown maker of chocolate. He was well known because his chocolate was world-wide famous, and the trademark Wonka was very popular. He was unknown though, for Willy Wonka himself hasn't been seen for fifteen years by anybody. He stayed locked away in his factory and nobody ever went in nor out. All workers were dismissed long time ago because of spies stealing recipes from him. All of a sudden the factory was back on track after several years, and it seemed as by itself. It was a great mystery, both the factory and Mr Wonka too. He seemed to be about forty, quite good-looking, with a nice smile, but a bit strange. Cheryl looked at him and then she looked around the shop, which was very busy. She noticed most of the buyers were women. The shop-assistant has perhaps never been so busy; she was sweating as she was running between the store and the counter. Cheryl just smiled and decided to buy a bar too, just for fun, and stood in the queue. It was slow but ladies spent the time staring at Wonka's photo. Cheryl had an idea that she could put up something similar in the library. The readers may behave more pleasantly then. They might even forget that they are in a hurry. When it was Cheryl's turn, the shop just ran out of chocolate bars. She bought some biscuits then and tried to get out of the sudden huddle, as everybody struggled out. What a hunt, she thought; this Wonka guy isn't so pretty so everybody must go that crazy. Then she remembered the lifetime supply of sweets. Anyway, it is a funny way of looking for a bride.

Evening TV news brought information about the Wonka contest and also the first found ticket. The lucky finder's name was Bea Grammos and she was from Athenes. If Wonka was watching TV, he was surely tearing his hair out. Bea was a prototype of a fat Greek pig. She goggled at the journalists who came for an interview to her house and with a temperament so typical of her she shouted out something about a life chance and hugged all members of the big family. The journalists were flooding her with questions.

"Could you tell us how you found the ticket?"

"Of course. I bought chocolates for my whole family. We love it, this Wonka's, in fact we don't buy any other," she grinned at her relatives. "I came home and took one – and there it was! I'm so happy!" cried the fat Greek woman.

"Do you like Willy Wonka?" said a journalist.

"Yes, he looks very smart," said Bea. "Only a pity that he is not Greek!" A choir of family voices supported Miss Grammos's speech and other questions almost got lost in the noise but one was audible:

"Do you think you are his type?" There was a silence in a moment. Bea blinked and with something she considered a tempting smile she said, "I hope so."

Cheryl switched to a different channel.

Willy Wonka switched the TV off and went to have a cold shower.

The world suddenly went mad. Both television and press did their best to find out any information about Wonka and his factory and when they didn't succeed they made something up. Poolrooms anticipated good earnings and shops were bursting with females who thought themselves to be prettier than Bea Grammos. Newspapers published some photos of Willy Wonka but the placards from the town disappeared as well. Fans took them as trophies.

On the third day from starting the contest another golden ticket was found. A lady named Celia Clark discovered it in a chocolate she bought on her way to work. She was a sales agent for Avon in Montreal. For the purpose of informing the public, she summoned a news conference, because she hated undisciplined crowds.

"I found the ticket this morning when I was having a snack. I am fond of chocolate because it helps me to soothe my nerves and I experience quite a lot of stress in my job. These days we lead such a hasty way of life. I only hope that the company will get along without me for one day; what can be done. Such an event happens only once in life and I am certainly not going to forego an opportunity to meet a person so important and respectable like Willy Wonka."

"How do you look at the possibility of being chosen by Willy Wonka as his wife?" asked one of the journalists.

"I would be very glad of course," said Celia stiffly. "I am single now. Although, as for a marriage, one needs to be cautious. I was married once and I know what I am talking about. Some men are quite problematic and life without them is easier. I only hope it doesn't apply to Mr Wonka too."

"What impact would the possible marriage to Wonka have to your company?"

"We must assume there will be a marriage first," said Celia orderly. "Considering that he owns a chocolate factory and I have a cosmetics company, we wouldn't compete with each other. I am sure to continue in my work, so I don't expect any drastic changes. Mr Wonka is certainly a commonsensible person who will understand such a situation." Celia smiled and considered the interview finished. Not the journalists.

"You are divorced. What was the matter with your ex-husband?"

"What is your idea of a harmonious life?"

"What is your attitude to the concept 'head of the family'?"

Celia answered none of these; she rose from her seat and said, "I am very sorry but I have to return to my work now. Goodbye." She smiled again and left.

If it goes on this way, I will soon feel sorry for Wonka," said Matt Rosebay and turned the TV volume down. He took a bite in a pizza that mum has just brought and put on the table.

"Enjoy," said mother. The Rosebays were having dinner together.

"First that Greek and now such a sober manager," said Matt. "I could hardly understand what she was talking about."

"There are still three more tickets left," said Cheryl. "Maybe he'll find a nice girl too."

"Would you want one, Cheryl?" asked her sister Amy with a laugh.

"True, it's about time you get married," joined Matt. Cheryl was the oldest of the three children but the only single. Amy was going to get married and Matt was dating a classmate.

"Wonka's an ideal catch," said Matt. "I'll get you a bar right tomorrow."

"Stop making fun of me," said Cheryl but she was cheerful. It was always this way; the siblings forever teased each other but never with malice. The Rosebays were a happy and easy-going family, which occurs not very often.