Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory

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?

Or a bird how it flies?

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.

Who can take the sunrise

Sprinkle it with dew

Cover it in chocolate

and a miracle or two

The Candy Man!

The Candy Man can

'Cause he mixes it with love

And makes the world taste good

Who can take a rainbow

Wrap it in a sigh

Soak it in the sun

And make the strawberry-lemon pie

The Candy Man?

The Candy Man!

The Candy Man can!

'Cause he mixes it with love

And makes the world...

...taste good

Willy Wonka makes

Everything he bakes

Satisfying and delicious

Talk about your childhood wishes

You can even eat the dishes

Who can take tomorrow

Dip it in a dream

Separate the sorrow

And collect up all the cream

- The Candy Man

- Willy Wonka can

The Candy Man can

The Candy Man can

'Cause he mixes it with love

And makes the world taste good

And the world tastes good

'Cause the Candy Man thinks it should

Hi, Mr. Jopeck.

Come along, Charlie.

You're late.

It's payday, Mr. Jopeck.

You're right.

- There you are.

- Thanks.

Say hello to your Grandpa Joe.

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...

...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 for 20 years...

...it takes 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.

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've no right to 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 up 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 did he?

Because all the other chocolate makers

were sending spies...

...dressed as workers to steal

Mr. Wonka's secret recipes.

Especially Slugworth.

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 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?

I need an assistant.

Give me a hand.

We have nitric acid, glycerin...

...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!

Because 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.

The trick is to pour equal amounts.

Charlie, you take

the nitric acid and glycerin...

...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 5 people!

Class un-dismissed.

He hid 5 Golden Tickets.

Whoever finds them wins the prize.

- Where'd he hide them?

- Inside 5 Wonka Bars, you must buy them.

Class re-dismissed!

Now, details of the announcement...

...that has captured

the world's attention.

Hidden among the billions

of Wonka Bars...

...are 5 Gold Tickets.

And to the 5 people who find them

will come the most fabulous prize.

A lifetime supply of chocolate.

If this were not enough, each winner,

before receiving his prize...

...will be personally escorted...

They're all crazy!

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...

...the response is phenomenal!

Wonka Bars...

...are disappearing...

...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 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 and tell me where's the ticket!

We begin with 5 Golden Tickets.

Like 5 lucky bolts of lightning

ready to strike at 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!

The pride of Duselheim,

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