Night Charlie. Sleep well.

Indeed that very night, the impossible had already been set in motion.

Dear people of the world;

I, Willy Wonka, have decided to allow five children to visit my factory this year.

In addition, one of these children shall receive a special prize beyond anything you could ever imagine.

Five Golden Tickets have been hidden underneath the ordinary wrapping paper...

...of five ordinary Wonka bars.

His five candy bars may be anywhere.

In any shop, in any street, in any town, in any country...

...in the world.

Wouldn't it be something, Charlie,

to open a bar of candy and to find a Golden Ticket inside?

I know.

But I only get one bar a year.

For my birthday.

Well, it's your birthday next week.

You have as much chance as anybody does.

Balderdash.

The kids who're going to find the Golden Tickets are the ones who can afford to buy candy bars every day.

Our Charlie gets only one a year.

He doesn't have a chance.

Everyone has a chance, Charlie.

Mark my words,

the kid who finds the first ticket will be fat, fat, fat.