Prince Pondicherry

Oh, nonsense. I will not eat my palace. I intend to live in it.

Grandpa Joe

But Mr Wonka was right, of course. Soon after this, there came a very hot day with a boiling sun. the prince sent and urgent telegram
requesting a new palace, but Willy Wonka was facing problems of his own. All the other chocolate makers, you see, had grown jealous of Mr Wonka.
They began sending in spies to steal his secret recipes. Ficklegruber started making an ice cream that would never melt. Prodnose came out with a
chewing gum that never lost its flavour. Then Slugworth began making candy balloons that you could blow up to incredible sizes.
The thievery got so bad that one day, without warning Mr Wonka told every single one of his workers to go home. He announced that he was closing
his chocolate factory for ever.

Willy Wonka

I’m closing my chocolate factory... for ever. I’m sorry.

Charlie

But it didn’t close for ever. It’s open right now.

Mrs Bucket

Ah, yes. Well, sometimes when grown-ups say ‘for ever’, they mean ‘a very long time’.

Grandpa George

Such as, ‘I feel like I’ve eaten nothing but cabbage soup for ever’.

Mr Bucket

Now, Pops.

Grandma Josephine

The factory did close, Charlie.

Grandpa Joe

And it seemed like it was going to be closed for ever. Then one day we saw smoke rising from the chimneys. The factory was back in business.

Charlie

Did you get your job back?

Grandpa Joe

No. No one did.

Charlie

But there must be people working there.

Grandma Josephine

Think about it, Charlie. Have you ever seen a single person going into that factory, or coming out of it?

Charlie

No. The gates are always closed.

Grandpa Joe

Exactly.

Charlie

But then, who’s running the machines?

Mrs Bucket

Nobody knows, Charlie.

Mr Bucket

It certainly is a mystery.

Charlie

Hasn’t someone asked Mr Wonka?

Grandpa Joe

Nobody sees him anymore. He never comes out. The only thing that comes out of that place, is the candy... already packed and addressed.
I’d give anything in the world just to go in one more time, and see what’s become of that amazing factory.

Grandpa George

Well, you won’t, because you can’t. no one can. It’s a mystery and it will always be a mystery. That little factory of yours, Charlie,
is as close as any of us is ever going to get.

Mrs Bucket

Come on, Charlie. I think it’s time we let your grandparents get some sleep.

Charlie

Good night, Grandpa George.

Grandpa George

Night, Charlie.

Charlie

Night-night.

Grandma Josephine

Night-night.

Mrs Bucket

Chair.

Mr Bucket

Thank you, dear.

Charlie

Night, Grandpa Joe. Good night, Grandma Georgina.

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