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PROLOGUE

Mr. Willy Wonka's chocolates has always been the most popular candy ever made especially among children. His candy satisfied the sweet tooth and chocolate cravings of the whole world. He loved all types of candy. All, except the chewing gum that was disgusting and a revolting habit. He never had any worries of the gum manufacturing market to outrun his chocolate factory. Until now.

CHAPTER 1: RIVALS

As the school bell rang, children came pouring out of the doors as they started heading home. Among them was Charlie Bucket. It was the last day of autumn and the last leaf fell on the path home. I has been a few months since the Golden Ticket contest and the grand tour of Willy Wonka's factory. Though Charlie was the lucky child who won the lifetime supply of chocolate as heir of the brilliant factory, it became a habit of his to visit the quaint candy shop every week. That very shop where he bought the life changing Wonka bar.

He made his way across the street toward the shop as he caught sight of several children running toward it and leaving with bags of candy. Charlie entered the shop and found more children buying the same. However, it was not Wonka's candy at all. It was a large gumball in a rainbow netted sack. The label read, "Miss Vicky's Rainblows".

"Good afternoon, Charlie! How was your day?" The shopkeeper called out.

Charlie gave the shopkeeper a warm smile. "Good afternoon, Mr. James! It was great, thank you." He picked up a Wonka Bar before he approached the counter to pay. He looked around to see more children buying more gumballs. "Mr. James, may I ask you, what are those Rainblows? They seem to be very popular."

Mr. James nodded. "Ah yes, Miss Vicky has just released these remarkable new gumballs. They change color as you chew them and every bubble is a different color. It turns out, everyone wants them."

"Miss Vicky?" Charlie picked up the gumball himself to observe it.

"You haven't heard of her? Adams and Sons was a popular gum factory years ago. When Mr. Adams grew ill, there seemed to be no hope for the company. However, just last year, on his deathbed, he decided to leave his factory to his daughter, Victoria. First Adams woman to own the factory. As expected, it was no longer called Adams and Sons. Her gum has been doing very well this past week. She seems to have a few tricks up her sleeve after all."

Another child approached him to buy 10 Rainblows. Charlie was astonished at the sight. Though he was hesitant at first, he could not help but place more money to buy his own to see what all the fuss was about. He felt a twinge of guilt as he placed the gumball in his pocket. He had to ask. "So, how are the Wonka sales doing so far?"

The shopkeeper sighed. "Not as many bars sold this week than last week… but I'm sure it will be alright. Don't you worry, son. No one can resist Wonka's chocolates."

However, a few more days had passed and sadly, the Wonka bars were not sold out in any store at all. Little Charlie Bucket began to worry despite what Mr. James had told him. Charlie sat at home with his parents and grandparents at supper. He glanced at the empty chair in front of him. Mr. Wonka must have been consumed in his projects again. Charlie only could hope he was not aware of the decline in sales of his famous chocolate bars.

After supper, Charlie's father turned on the television set and the news flash report appeared on the screen. The family watched attentively as the name, Miss Vicky, was mentioned.

"This just in, Miss Vicky has done it again. The release of her Bubble Pops and her new line of health gum and candies has dominated the market this past week. Take a look at the crowd lining up just to buy her new line of health gums!"

The anchorwoman on television was reporting in front of a candy store that was plastered with posters of Miss Vicky's candies and chewing gum everywhere. There was quite a crowd lined up to enter the store. The anchorwoman continued.

"More health conscious candy goers has warded off chocolate bars and switched to Miss Vicky's assortment of sweets. Listen to what some of her customers had to say..."

On the television screen appeared a short, slightly plump woman who was walking on a treadmill in a gym. She was brisk walking vigorously while speaking to the camera.

"I never liked exercising and I was addicted to chocolate but Miss Vicky's BoostGum gave me energy to start working out again and fight those chocolate cravings. I went down a size in just two weeks! Even my kids love her MellowCandies. I don't have any problems with the sugar rushing to their heads."

Another shot was a man possibly in his fifties seen purchasing over 10 boxes of Miss Vicky's Solu-Gum at a supermarket.

"I'm a diabetic and I hate needles. So I started buying Miss Vicky's Solu-Gum and it gave me my dose of all the insulin I need! And her candies are great too!"

The screen switched back to the anchorwoman who was blowing a Rainblow bubble. Realizing that she was back on air, she quickly disposed the gum and continued her story.

"On another note, you may all remember Violet Beauregarde, one of the winners of Willy Wonka's Golden Ticket contest earlier this year, suffered a great deal after a dreadful accident on her visit to his chocolate factory. As an avid gum chewer, she admits that Miss Vicky has changed her life."

The family watched in awe as they saw that Violet was no longer a blueberry but back to how he remembered her before the gum incident. Violet appeared to be in a middle of photo-shoot what appeared to be for an advertisement promoting Miss Vicky's products. She grabbed a hold of the news camera to focus closer on her face and, as expected, chewing a piece of gum.

"I've been a gum chewer from the beginning and when that awful Willy Wonka turned me into a blueberry, my blue skin was never going away. That was until I was the first to start chewing Miss Vicky's ClearSkin Gum. Now, I am back to my natural glow. I just won the junior flawless skin competition. Bye bye blueberry and thank you Miss Vicky!"

The anchorwoman was shown again, carrying several bags of Miss Vicky's gum.

"Market sales show not only children love her candy and gum but also eighty percent of Miss Vicky's customers are women and healthy eaters. Thanks to Miss Vicky, candy does begin to serve a purpose other than satisfying a sweet tooth or a chewing fixation. Does this mean Willy Wonka's chocolates are in jeopardy? Sure, no one can resist chocolate but Miss Vicky can moderate those cravings for good…"

Charlie frowned as he had enough of the news and turned the television off. He sat silent for a few moments before turning to his grandfather, Joe.

"Grandpa, do you think Mr. Wonka knows about this? You really don't think we will go out of business, will you?"

"Don't you worry, Charlie," Grandpa Joe smiled at his grandson and patted his shoulder. "I believe Mr. Wonka will be able to manage. That sort of thing that Miss Vicky creates is only a fad. It won't last. Mr. Wonka's chocolates are timeless. There will never be any substitution for real sweets like his."

Though Charlie knew this was true, he could not help but fear that the decline in chocolate sales would ruin Mr. Wonka for good. He did not dare tell anyone that he enjoyed Miss Vicky's Rainblow gumball. Suddenly, he found himself buying some of her other gum and candies. Much to his dismay, he quickly became a fan and understood their popularity. Feeling such horrible guilt, he had to see his mentor and help figure out how he would deal with the situation. He was in a bind on how to break the news to the great chocolatier. Hoping he did not know already, Charlie had to be the one to tell him.

The next day in the inventing room, Mr. Willy Wonka was hard at work as usual, holding a magnifying glass over a tray of chocolate clusters. He muttered to himself. "... alright you turtles have just enough caramel and peanuts. Fudge shell… check! Now are you going to start walking yet?" He went on speaking to the chocolate turtle.

Sat on the other side of the counter, Charlie watched Mr. Wonka at work. However, Charlie could not help but fidget, obviously uneasy about how he was going to break the bad news to his mentor. He could not keep it a secret any longer.

"Mr. Wonka?" Charlie finally uttered.

"Huh?" Willy Wonka held his magnifying glass closer to the pieces of chocolate.

Charlie stood up and started to pace. "Uh, have you heard about the chocolate sales?"

Mr. Wonka did not bother looking up as he kept taking more bits of peanuts, sprinkling them on the chocolate. "That it's not doing so good? Yeah, isn't that weird?!" He did not lose focus on the chocolate turtles. "That means I have to work extra hard on these new flavors. You finished the recipe for the chocolate leaping frogs haven't you?"

"Yeah, but Mr. Wonka, Miss Vicky's candies are really popular now. Aren't you a bit worried about that? Her gum is outselling your chocolates." Charlie stopped pacing as he walked over to stand by Mr. Wonka's side. "Mr. Wonka?"

"Wow, these turtles are going to start walking soon…Huh?" Suddenly, Mr. Wonka sat up slowly as he turned his focus away from the chocolate turtles. "Did you say Miss Vicky? As in, Miss Vicky Adams?" His violet eyes flared as he saw his apprentice nod. Mr. Wonka stood up quickly and began pacing himself. "I don't believe it! She's doing it again!"

Charlie furrowed his brows, watching his mentor's pacing. "What do you mean again, Mr. Wonka?"

No answer came from the famous chocolatier as he stared into space as if he was distracted by a flashback yet again.

"Mr. Wonka?" Charlie tapped his arm hoping to wake him up. "Are you alright?"

"I'm sorry… I was…" As Mr. Wonka snapped back into reality, one of his oompa loompas tugged the bottom of his coat. He looked down seeing the little man holding up a pink envelope. Taking it and opening it up to read the letter, his expression darkened as he crumbled it up into a wad in haste. He threw it over his shoulder and made a face. "HAH!"

"Mr. Wonka!" Charlie picked up the crumbled piece of paper and flattened it out again to read it. His eyes widened in disbelief at what he just read. "This is from Miss Vicky!" He began to read it out loud.

Dear Mr. Willy Wonka, I know it has been over twenty years since we have seen each other. I hope you are well. My late father left me his chewing gum factory and I took the liberty of enhancing the new business this past year. After much hard work, I have been very fortunate. I hope it did not cause your factory problems. I must apologize in advance if it has. It is only business and I am sure you understand. Therefore, to prove to you that there are no hard feelings, it would be an honor to invite you and Mr. Charlie Bucket to visit my factory this Saturday. I know this may come as a shock to you and you may be wondering why I am doing this but from one candy maker to another, I respect your work and wish you good luck in the future.

Sincerely,
Miss Vicky Adams

Charlie glanced up to his mentor before rereading the letter again to himself. "Over twenty years… Mr. Wonka, you knew each other? I think we should go!"

"Charlie, are you going bananas? Visit the factory of my competition? Ha, no way!" Mr. Wonka shook his head and scrunched his nose as if he smelled something rancid.

"But Mr. Wonka," Charlie pleaded, "I'm sure she really wants to see you and I know you've got to be curious on how her factory works."

"Forget it, Charlie. I am not going to scrutinize my chocolates for her... gum, ew! Besides, we knew each other as kids. She's awful… bragging about how much better she is than me. She's absolutely despicable. Chocolate was always my specialty. Now this! I could hear her now, gloating about her success!"

"Oh, come on Mr. Wonka." Charlie sighed.

Mr. Wonka glared. "No way! I'm not going! Kay?!"