Wonka's Sweets Shoppe, Saturday Afternoon [ 06/04 ].
He knew it was hopeless. He knew he was just teasing himself. But still, as Charlie Bucket passed by Wonka's Sweets Shoppe, he had to stop and peer through the window with a longing sigh. Just look at all those delicious treats through the window! And most desirable of all, the remaining Wonka Bars, what few were left, with their potential promise of a Golden Ticket. Just imagine! A chance to see inside the mysterious factory where all the wonderful treats were made. A rumble rose up from Charlie's belly, and he licked his lips eagerly.
Too bad he didn't have any money. Not that he should spend on something like chocolate, anyway. Still, a boy could stand outside, looking in, and dream, can't he?
[[ totes open, omg! ]]
Too bad he didn't have any money. Not that he should spend on something like chocolate, anyway. Still, a boy could stand outside, looking in, and dream, can't he?
[[ totes open, omg! ]]