Mrs Bucket Willy Wonka Novels & Stories

She asked in a bored tone. Before he could answer, Garry appeared with two bigger spoons and handed the other to Willis muttering a 'just in case' "Garry, will you do us the honour of being our presiding judge? Leigh and I have a challenge to see who can first finish the ice cream bucket." "Whoa! That is not something I’d miss. Someone finally whipping your butt into shape." Garry said enthusiastically and earned a glare from Willis. Leigh peeled open her vanilla flavoured bucket and stuck her spoon inside, her stomach already anticipating the sweet cream. "I'm ready when you are." She said as Willis also peeled open his bucket.

He quickly corrected. "Girls, what do you say to Mr. Bucknall?" She asked ignoring him, "We are so sorry Sir. We promise not to break your stuff again." They said in between sobs. Constance wasted no time in leading them down to the elevator and Elliott sent Barnes down with a bucket of chocolate ice cream and a note that the children must take the ice cream.

A sharp doorbell rang at the front door. Mrs. Wilson stood there with a sad expression, holding a small box in her hands. My breath caught in my throat. I could feel a familiar aura surrounding the box—as if it was part of me. Inside was my ashes. I never thought Mrs. Wilson would be the one to bring me home in the end. Our family had business dealings with Auntie Wang’s. When Mom saw her expression, she asked casually, “Mrs. Wilson, what’s wrong?” Then she seemed to realize something, her face turning dark.

Wilma opened her eyes quickly when she woke up inside the tent with an unfamiliar sight. It took the young lady a moment to remember that she was in another world and inside the new magic tent she had gotten from the merchant last night. Remembering the Marc merchant family, Wilma immediately got up from her sleeping bag and cleaned herself with cleaning magic. She was afraid of being left behind if he slept too long, she still had not mastered time in this world. Coming out of her tent, Wilma saw Marc's caravan of merchants making breakfast out of magic potatoes.

“Your friend Lila is here, dear. She says you’re working on a project together?” “Oh. Yeah. Send her up.” Mrs. Parker nodded and disappeared. A moment later, Lila appeared in the doorway, backpack slung over one shoulder, looking around with wide eyes. “Okay, this house is insane,” she said, dropping her bag on the floor. “Your room is bigger than my entire apartment.” “It’s not my house.” “Still. This is how rich people live.” Lila flopped onto the bed next to Elena. “Do you have a butler?”

It happened right at the restaurant’s exit— “Ladies and gentlemen this is a beggar who stole someone’s power-suit and paid for his meal with pennies from begging!” Brett announced– Brett was holding the empty green bucket, which he had used to empty more than five litters of cold-water onto Willy. Willy was drenched to the skin. “You mean sick jerk!” a feminine voice suddenly cuts in, Brett Storm and Willy Goodwill were both surprised to see the stunning Wendy Rivers standing there, hands on hips, eyeing Brett with contempt and disgust. A perfect reflection of Brett’s own rudeness towards Willy.

I asked as the perfect example popped into my mind. She nodded diligently, and I continued. “Was the woman who lived in the house made of cake, cookies, and candy a good person? Does it mean she loved the children because she gave them all the candy they could eat?” I asked, glancing at the rearview mirror. Molly gasped, shaking her head. “No! She was an evil witch!” I nodded. “Exactly” “That witch is Auntie Vanessa?” she asked, and worry creased her brows. “Will Bonnie be okay?”

He quickly corrected. "Girls, what do you say to Mr. Bucknall?" She asked ignoring him, "We are so sorry Sir. We promise not to break your stuff again." They said in between sobs. Constance wasted no time in leading them down to the elevator and Elliott sent Barnes down with a bucket of chocolate ice cream and a note that the children must take the ice cream.

I gulp and face the window. “why are we here!?” I ask. “I want to show you something.” “Show me something in a garbage dump.” Yes ladies and gentlemen, Dalon Andrew took me to a garbage dump. “Yes..” He says. “Now climb up that” pointing at the huge mountain of empty plastic bottles and cans. You’re kidding me right? First he brings me all the way to the garbage dump far from home and tells me to climb that! Knowing me I might fall and break my legs.

Maybe she addressed them by their given names. “Still think it’s the interview?” Mrs. W said while she rubbed the bridge of her nose. My tummy rumbled again. I guess I’d have to eat whatever this crap is and then later try to find some bacon and eggs. I took a spoonful of this muck. It tasted like school glue. “Don’t you like it, honey? Banana oatmeal is your favourite,” Mr. W asked.