[OVERVIEW]

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971) is a beloved movie for many reasons. It's about a group of children who find golden tickets in candy bars that get invited to Willy Wonka's factory which was previously closed off to the public. Each kid one by one does the opposite of what they are told and gets punished in different ways until there is one kid left, Charlie.

[IMAGINATION]

"Come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination." That's what Willy Wonka sang to the kids in the song Pure Imagination. But what if it meant more than meets the eye? What if it was to hint at the fact that nothing we see really happened to Charlie?

What if the fifth ticket was really found by someone else and everything we see from Charlie finding the ticket to him winning the competition was just his imagination?

Think about it. A lot of things happen in the movie that just don't make a lot of sense. Like shrinking a child to fit into the tv or a girl turning into a blueberry after chewing gum. And that's just the start of a lot of weird things, things a kid might imagine.

[CHARLIE SHOULDNT BE THE WINNER]

A viral post in Tumblr was released that said Charlie shouldn't have won and that Violet should have.

Firstly, out of all the kids, Violet knows the most about the intricacies of the candy that Willy Wonka produces.
"She's committed to it, and knows her stuff," explains Evayna. "When Wonka holds up a little yellow piece across the room, she recognises it immediately."

The blogger further explains, in her second point, that Violet is also "the most fit to run a business" as she is "competitive, determined, hard working, and willing to take risks". Her father is also a businessman who most likely can pass on important skills and information necessary to be the boss of a company.

Evayna goes on to explain that Veronica has sympathy for the Oompa Loompa's unlike Willy Wonka himself, who treats them "as disposable" and Violet "would therefore be a better boss."

In perhaps the most compelling point, Evayna shares that out all of all the children, Violet's flaw "is the most fitting for the company".

"The obsession with candy and neglect of social norms is EXACTLY what Wonka is all about. This is on brand."

In her fifth point, the blogger posits that Violet's "misstep in the factory is reasonable" as Wonka tempts and misleads Violet into trying the "amazing gum". The blogger further adds: "Violet is not selfish about her experience, she tells everyone what she's tasting and feeling, and everyone is eager to hear it.

"Taking a personal risk to share knowledge with everyone. Violet is Prometheus: fact."

She finishes her post by concluding, "Can you imagine Charlie filling Wonka's shoes? That passive, naive boy?
"Violet is already basically Wonka. She's passionate, sarcastic, candy-obsessed, free-thinking and a total firecracker."

The post has gone viral after a Twitter user by the name of James Ridgers shared screenshots of the post, captioning it "This makes sense and I am shook."

[HAND PICKED]

What if the kids weren't picked at random? What if they were calculated picks, especially Charlie?

We know Wonka has double agents so whose to say they don't observe certain children and report back to Wonka?

One theory states that Bill, the guy at the candy shop that Charlie goes to, is one of these and he specifically gave Charlie the candy bar that had the golden ticket in it because Wonka told him to.

[HARRY POTTER]

In Harry Potter there is a set of twins, George and Fred Weasley. Fred of course got killed in The Deathly Hallows. This theory says George grew up to become Willy Wonka after his brother died.

The original poster says there are a few similarities between George and Wonka. Not only that but everything in his office is all halved. This is because after Fred died George lost his other half and therefore isn't whole.

Now Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was published in 1964 while the first Harry Potter book was published in 1997 (its weird to think I'm the same age as the Harry Potter franchise...) so this theory isn't really a substantial one but it's kinda fun to think about.

[MURDERER]

Is Wonka a child murderer? According to this theory, yes, yes he is. This also kinda ties into the kids being hand picked.

The first clue that he is a child murderer is that he had the children sign a waiver just in case anything happens before the tour actually starts.

And then when Augusts starts drinking from the chocolate river Wonka only makes half an attempt to stop him. And when Augusts falls in Wonka is more concerned about his chocolate than the child who cannot swim and is drowning in it. He also at one point seems entertained, taking candy out and snacking on it while watching this boy drown. And he doesn't seem all too worried about the boy getting sucked up into a tube that is too small for him to pass. When he shoots out he isn't concerned that there is a chance he could end up in the boiler room. After his mother is escorted away (never hearing about either ever again btw) the Oompa Loompas sing a song about gluttony. How did they know when to sing and why did they even have a song like that prepared?

After getting on the boat to leave that section you may notice there are just enough seats for the people left. Almost as if he had expected two less people (Augusts and his mother).

This happens again when it's only Mike and his mom and Charlie and his grandpa.

They then go into a room where Wonka, knowing the gum isn't fit for consumption and Violets weakness is gum, advertises a gum that he says is a three corse meal and the best gum ever (paraphrasing obviously sksk). He knew Violet would take that gum because he knew that was something she loved. When she goes to take it he makes no attempt in stopping her. He knows what the consequences will be and yet his only attempt is to say "I wouldn't do that, I really wouldn't," and a very uninspired "no, don't." After this the Oompa Loompas are ordered to take her to the juicing room where they break out into another well prepared song.

Then there is Veracu, the spoiled rich girl. In the golden egg room she demands a golden egg and when Wonka says no she throws a tantrum. When she falls after being standing on the door that determines whether an egg is good or bad it doesn't seem to phase him at all even though it's set for bad eggs to go to the furnace. Her father then jumps in after her. Again not all that phased. And the Oompa Loompas again break out into a well fitting song about being spoiled.

Then Mike, who gets shrunk down into a tv. Mike loves TV, Wonka most likely knew this and knew Mike wouldn't be able to resist something like this. And again after this the little guys once again start singing a song, this time about greed.

Now what about Charlie? Charlie lived. But why?

There are two different versions.

The first one was that he did try to kill Charlie but him and his grandfather figured out how to live. That's why he was so enraged at them at the end and was probably going to kill them a different way until Charlie gave the candy back to Wonka which should morality.

The other version is that he never intended to kill Charlie and that he picked this poor boy in purpose because he knew if it ever got exposed what happens that he could easily pin it on Charlie as he is now in control of the factory.

Now why exactly would he kill these children?

If you remember Wonka fires every employee because he thought they were trying to steal his secret formulas. He had shut his factory down to the public. What ingredient was so secret that he fired every single person? Well, that just might be children. That's right, Wonka is a cannibal and everyone who eats his candy are unknowingly eating other kids.

Don't believe me? Check out the lost chapter

[THE LOST CHAPTER]

Ronald Dahl is the writer of the book and after his death some papers were found in his desk. They were mirrored, like how Da Vinci wrote his journals. These papers were known as "the lost chapter." In 2005 it was released. It was titled Spotty Powder. Here it is,

"This stuff," said Mr Wonka, "is going to cause chaos in schools all over the world when I get it in the shops."

The room they now entered had rows and rows of pipes coming straight up out of the floor. The pipes were bent over at the top and they looked like large walking sticks. Out of every pipe there trickled a stream of white crystals. Hundreds of Oompa-Loompas were running to and fro, catching the crystals in little golden boxes and stacking the boxes against the walls.

"Spotty Powder!" exclaimed Mr Wonka, beaming at the company. "There it is! That's it! Fantastic stuff!" "It looks like sugar," said Miranda Piker.

"It's meant to look like sugar," Mr Wonka said. "And it tastes like sugar. But it isn't sugar. Oh, dear me, no."

"Then what is it?" asked Miranda Piker, speaking rather rudely.

"That door over there," said Mr Wonka, turning away from Miranda and pointing to a small red door at the far end of the room, "leads directly down to the machine that makes the powder. Twice a day, I go down there myself to feed it. But I'm the only one. Nobody ever comes with me."

They all stared at the little door on which it said MOST SECRET - KEEP OUT.

The hum and throb of powerful machinery could be heard coming up from the depths below, and the floor itself was vibrating all the time. The children could feel it through the soles of their shoes.

Miranda Piker now pushed forward and stood in front of Mr Wonka. She was a nasty-looking girl with a smug face and a smirk on her mouth, and whenever she spoke it was always with a voice that seemed to be saying: "Everybody is a fool except me."

"OK," Miranda Piker said, smirking at Mr Wonka. "So what's the big news? What's this stuff meant to do when you eat it?" "Ah-ha," said Mr Wonka, his eyes sparkling with glee. "You'd never guess that, not in a million years. Now listen. All you have to do is sprinkle it over your cereal at breakfast-time, pretending it's sugar. Then you eat it. And then, exactly five seconds after that, you come out in bright red spots all over your face and neck."

"What sort of a silly ass wants spots on his face at breakfast-time?" said Miranda Piker.

"Let me finish," said Mr Wonka. "So then your mother looks at you across the table and says, 'My poor child. You must have chickenpox. You can't possibly go to school today.' So you stay at home. But by lunch-time, the spots have all disappeared."

"Terrific!" shouted Charlie. "That's just what I want for the day we have exams!" "That is the ideal time to use it," said Mr Wonka. "But you mustn't do it too often or it'll give the game away. Keep it for the really nasty days."

"Father!" cried Miranda Piker. "Did you hear what this stuff does? It's shocking! It mustn't be allowed!" Mr Piker, Miranda's father, stepped forward and faced Mr Wonka. He had a smooth white face like a boiled onion.

"Now see here, Wonka," he said. "I happen to be the headmaster of a large school, and I won't allow you to sell this rubbish to the children! It's...criminal! Why, you'll ruin the school system of the entire country!"

"I hope so," said Mr Wonka.

"It's got to be stopped!" shouted Mr Piker, waving his cane.

"Who's going to stop it?" asked Mr Wonka. "In my factory, I make things to please children. I don't care about grown-ups."

"I am top of my form," Miranda Piker said, smirking at Mr Wonka. "And I've never missed a day's school in my life."

"Then it's time you did," Mr Wonka said.

"How dare you!" said Mr Piker.

"All holidays and vacations should be stopped!" cried Miranda. "Children are meant to work, not play."

"Quite right, my girl," cried Mr Piker, patting Miranda on the top of the head. "All work and no play has made you what you are today."

"Isn't she wonderful?" said Mrs Piker, beaming at her daughter.

"Come on then, Father!" cried Miranda. "Let's go down into the cellar and smash the machine that makes this dreadful stuff!" "Forward!" shouted Mr Piker, brandishing his cane and making a dash for the little red door on which it said MOST SECRET - KEEP OUT.

"Stop!" said Mr Wonka. "Don't go in there! It's terribly secret!" "Let's see you stop us, you old goat!" shouted Miranda.

"We'll smash it to smithereens!" yelled Mr Piker. And a few seconds later the two of them had disappeared through the door.

There was a moment's silence. Then, far off in the distance, from somewhere deep underground, there came a fearful scream.

"That's my husband!" cried Mrs Piker, going blue in the face. There was another scream.

"And that's Miranda!" yelled Mrs Piker, beginning to hop around in circles. "What's happening to them? What have you got down there, you dreadful beast?" "Oh, nothing much," Mr Wonka answered. "Just a lot of cogs and wheels and chains and things like that, all going round and round and round."

"You villain!" she screamed. "I know your tricks! You're grinding them into powder! In two minutes my darling Miranda will come pouring out of one of those dreadful pipes, and so will my husband!" "Of course," said Mr Wonka. "That's part of the recipe."

"It's what!" "We've got to use one or two schoolmasters occasionally or it wouldn't work."

"Did you hear him?" shrieked Mrs Piker, turning to the others. "He admits it! He's nothing but a cold-blooded murderer!" Mr Wonka smiled and patted Mrs Piker gently on the arm. "Dear lady," he said, "I was only joking."

"Then why did they scream?" snapped Mrs Piker. "I distinctly heard them scream!" "Those weren't screams," Mr Wonka said. "They were laughs."

"My husband never laughs," said Mrs Piker.

Mr Wonka flicked his fingers, and up came an Oompa-Loompa.

"Kindly escort Mrs Piker to the boiler room," Mr Wonka said. "Don't fret, dear lady," he went on, shaking Mrs Piker warmly by the hand. "They'll all come out in the wash. There's nothing to worry about. Off you go. Thank you for coming. Farewell! Goodbye! A pleasure to meet you!"

"Listen, Charlie!" said Grandpa Joe. "The Oompa-Loompas are starting to sing again!"

"Oh, Miranda Mary Piker!" sang the five Oompa-Loompas dancing about and laughing and beating madly on their tiny drums.

"Oh, Miranda Mary Piker,
How could anybody like her,
Such a priggish and revolting little kid.
So we said, 'Why don't we fix her
In the Spotty-Powder mixer
Then we're bound to like her better than we did.'
Soon this child who is so vicious
Will have gotten quite delicious,
And her classmates will have surely understood
That instead of saying, 'Miranda!
Oh, the beast! We cannot stand her!'
They'll be saying, 'Oh, how useful and how good!'"