The only sounds are the lapping of the ocean waves and the distant tolling of a ship's bell. Then, chugging out of the thick mist, comes a rather handsome young man. Astrange figure wearing a bright green waistcoat and wildly colourful scarf climbs the mast.

WILLY-

"After seven years of life upon the ocean,

It is time to bid the seven seas farewell,

And the city I've pinned seven years of hopes on

Lies just over the horizon. I can hear the harbour bell!"

He spies a beautiful bustling city looming out of the freezing fog.

Willy- Land ahoy!!

Willy grabs a rope and swings to the deck as the other sailors prepare the boat to come into harbour. He travels through the engine room, gathering his tattered old plum coloured tailcoat and wooden suitcase.

Willy-

Got a tattered overcoat and battered suitcase!

Got a pair of leaky boots upon my feet.

Got to drag myself up by my one good bootlace!

Gotta work my rotten socks off if I wanna make ends meet!

He leaps onto a crate as it is pulled up out of the hold.

WILLY-

I've poured everything I've got into my chocolate. Now it's time to show the world my recipes.

The Captain throws him a small bag of coins.

Captain- Good luck, Willy!

WILLY-

I've got twelve silver sovereigns in my pocket And a hatful of dreams!

Willy drops from the crate onto the back of a passing truck and rides out of the docks in style.

Willy Leaps off the back of the truck, Grabs hold of a lamp-post and Slides down into the town square. On one side, stands a Cathedral, on the other, a cathedral of commerce: a great, glass-domed shopping area. In the middle sits a huge fountain, its water frozen in the cold.

WILLY-

There's a famous restaurant on every street here, There's Brandino's and the Bar Parisienne.

MAP-SELLER- Restaurant map, sir?

willy -Thank you!

Willy- (handing him a sovereign)

Got a little map to tell me where to eat here...

Willy unfolds his map -- then notices someone at his feet. It is a shoeshine boy, upon whose box Willy has inadvertently placed one foot. The boy demands a sovereign. Willy pays up.

WILLY.

Had a dozen silver sovereigns, now I'm somehow down to ten!

Willy goes over to a fruit stall and picks up a pumpkin.

willy - Want the finest produce? This is where they stock it!

A Streetcar passes, narrowly missing Willy, who drops the pumpkin in surprise. It splats all over his boots.

Fruit Seller- That's three sovereigns, mate.

WILLY- Though the prices are suspiciously extreme!

Fruit Seller- You break my pumpkin, you pay for it.

(paying up)

I've got five, six, seven--

As he counts his coins, Willy spots the Shoeshine Boy cleaning his boots again -- and reluctantly hands over yet another sovereign.

Willy-

...six silver sovereigns in my pocket And a hatful of dreams!

The Shoeshine Boy follows Willy towards the Galeries Gourmet.

Shoeshine Boy- Brush your coat, sir?

Willy- No thank you.

Shoeshine- Cologne?

WILLY- No!Leave me alone!

Willy walks reverently through the Galeries Gourmet with marble walls and a mosaic floor. At the four corners of the central atrium stand the four most exclusive stores in town.

Three belong to 'FICKELGRUBER, PRODNOSE and SLUGWORTH, each rather fusty but very expensive-looking Chocolate shops.

WILLY-

At last! The Galeries Gourmet!

I knew that we'd see it one day.

It's everything you said, Mamma, and So much more! 

Everywhere you look another famous chocolate store.

Willy notices that the fourth corner store is vacant. A sign in the window reads 'TO RENT'.

WILLY-

Here's my destiny! I just need to unlock it. Will I crash and burn or go up like a rocket? I've got nothing to offer but my chocolate And a hatful of dreams!

As Willy gazes at the empty shop, his imagination begins to take over.

First, the name WONKA appears above the shop. Then the newspaper which lines the windows rises up like curtains to reveal mountains of goodies.

Finally Willy starts to dance -- and the people in the Galeries dance along with him. For a moment the city becomes a riot of colour and joy.

But then -- a Policeman taps Willy on the shoulder, breaking his reverie, and the world goes back to normal.

The Policeman points to something written in the corner of the TO RENT SIGN: "No Daydreaming - Penalty §3" Willy reluctantly pays up.

Y/n was watching from the corner, She always hated the police force. Or at least, some of the officers. Like Affable, and Chief. It's like they had no empathy or feelings.!

Willy walks down some steps leading to the river away from the Galeries Gourmet, wistfully singing the last verse.

WILLY-

In this city anyone can be successful

If they've talent and work hard -- or so they say. But they didn't mention it would be so stressful Just to make a dozen silver sovereigns, last more than one day!

He passes a Young mother and baby shivering under a bridge.

Young Mother- Could you spare a sovereign for a place to sleep, love?

Willy- Of course. Take all you need.

She takes two sovereigns from his hand, leaving him one. 

Willy- I've got... one silver sovereign in my pocket...

He flips his last sovereign into the air and catches it in his coat pocket. But the coin falls through a hole in the lining and down a drain. Willy sighs, but then smiles.

Willy- And a hatful of dreams..

Willy spots a young lady sitting on a bench, reading a book called (your fav. book)

Willy- Mind if I sit?

Y/n- of course not. (Smile)

Willy- Thank you. I'm Willy Wonka.

He extends his hand forward. Y/n shakes it with a smile.

Y/n- you're welcome. I'm (y/n) (l/n). I saw you this morning. You have a nice voice.

Willy- Thank you Y/n.

Willy puts hat down on his suitcase, and from inside, he pulls out a small bedside Candle. He blows on it and the flame lights! He then produces a little Alarm Clock and a small glass.

Y/n- Whoa! That's one extraordinary hat!

Willy- I'm one extraordinary man!

y/n chuckled. He pulls out of his hat a little pot and pours some Steaming hot Chocolate into the glass, puts his hat back on and stirs his drink with a spoon.

A big black mastiff approaches and starts snapping at Willy's trousers. He nervously tries to shoo him away.

WILLY- Oh! Hello there! Shoo! Shoo!

Y/n- don't worry. I'll take care of it. 

She pats the dog's head and scratches its ears, calming the dog. But then a loud voice booms out from nearby, making Willy jump.

"Stop! Sit!" 

 BLEACHER- Oi! Y/n! Get back to the Guest House! Sorry about Tiddles. He seems to have taken a shine to your legs.

WILLY- Must be these pants. I got them from a mailman in Minsk.

bleacher- That'll be it. Tiddles'd spend all day pursuing postal workers if he could, wouldn't you boy?

The dog agrees. Bleacher casts a glance at Willy's set up.

BLEACHER- You're not planning on sleeping there, are you, son?

willy- It's only for one night. By this time tomorrow, I plan to have made my fortune.

bleacher- By this time tomorrow, you'll be frozen solid.

willy- Oh don't be ridic--

Willy goes to stir his hot chocolate but it has frozen Solid.

willy - Perhaps it is a little cold for camping. But unfortunately I'm no longer in a position to pay for a room sir.

Bleacher- I'm sorry to hear that. But as luck would have it, I know someone who might be able to help you out.

Willy- Really?

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