Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

"Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me..." you mutter under your breath. You are so angry- how could your friends just show up at the door, drop their gifts on the top step, and dash away into the driving rain? Are they all avoiding you? Are they ploting against you, or perhaps playing some huge prank? If they are, you think, why choose to do it on my thirteenth birthday?

You stare gloomily at the pile of wet boxes covered in soggy wrapping paper now laying on top of your piano. Well, you think, might as well open one. Scraping off ruined SpongeBob SquarePants patterned tissue with your fingernails, you come across a chocolate bar wrapped in gold laying on top. It was one of those fancy Wonka ones with names you can never remember. Whipped Fudge Marshmallow? Nutty Toffee...Something? "Oh well," you say out loud. "Might as well eat it- seeing as nobody made me a birthday cake."

Peeling off the highly colored wrapper, you are dismayed to find that there is no chocolate inside. Was this all part of the prank? Then you spot a scrap of sparkly, gold paper. Curious, you pick it up and read these words:

Congratulations, lucky winner! You have been chosen as one of the lucky few to visit Mr. Willy Wonka's chocolate factory!!!! You shall partake in a seven day tour of the facility, and at the end- •••••••••••••!!!!!!!!

Huh? you think. Why is part of the letter blurred out?

Your tour shall begin in 48 hours, so pack thoroughly. And remember, Mr. Wonka is a busy man, and he shall not be held responsible for any abductions, murders, chocolate bunny attacks, or any overconsumption of candy during this tour.

Sincerly,

James Renendez, CEO of Wonks Delights

You are confused. Then it hits you. This is a golden ticket, a real golden ticket, addressed to you. You run off enthusiasticly to start packing. You do not notice the very, very fine print at the bottom of the ticket. 

Your life is about to change.