Grandpa, 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.

Already we have reports coming in

that the response is phenomenal.

Wonka Bars are beginning to disappear

from candy store shelves at a rate to boggle the mind.

Truly it is incredible,

the way that Wonkamania has descended upon the globe.

While the world searches, we watch and wait,

wondering where the pursuit will lead and how long the spirit of man will hold up

under the strain.

I'm still having these dreams, Doctor, and I still can't stop myself from believing them.

I've told you, Mr. Hofstedder,

to believe in one's dreams is a manifestation of insanity.

And the sooner you accept this, the sooner you will get well.

But I dreamed the Archangel appeared and whispered into my ear and told me where to find a Golden Wonka Ticket.

And what exactly did he say?

Well what difference does that make? This was a dream, a fantasy.

- I mean, you said just now... - Shut up, Hofstedder, and tell me where the ticket is!