Willy Wonka is the odd owner of an extremely prosperous chocolate factory. He is enthusiastic, eccentric, charming, talkative, and friendly, but at times insensitive. He has "marvelously" bright eyes, a high and "flutey" voice, a face "alight of fun and laughter", and quick little jerky movements "like a squirrel".
Charlie Bucket is a title character, a kind-hearted, nice, selfless, sweet, brave, but poor boy. Charlie is honest and generous.
Charlie’s mother. Mrs. Bucket worries constantly about her son. She unfailingly tries to give Charlie her portion of a meal, which he always refuses. She is extremely giving in her efforts to take care of the four invalided grandparents with whom she lives.
Grandpa George - Charlie’s maternal grandfather. Grandpa George is pessimistic and terse. He does not seem as judgmental as the grandmothers and clearly loves Charlie.
Grandma Georgina - Charlie’s maternal grandmother. She is the mirror image of Grandma Josephine. She too is very quick to judge others.
Charlie’s hard-working father. Mr. Bucket works tirelessly to provide for his family, which includes two sets of grandparents. In spite of his efforts, Mr. Bucket barely earns enough money for his family to survive.
Grandpa Joe - Charlie’s paternal grandfather. Grandpa Joe spends all his time in bed with the other three Bucket grandparents. He is extremely imaginative and fun loving. He realizes a return of his childish energy when Charlie finds the golden ticket. He thinks Mr. Wonka’s idea to send out golden tickets is a marketing stroke of genius, and he continues to think Mr. Wonka is brilliant while the other parents think he is mad. Grandpa Joe is kind and loving and also sensible. He is Charlie’s greatest friend and confidant.
Charlie’s paternal grandmother. Grandma Josephine, like her fellow grandparents, spends all her time in bed. She loves Charlie and is quick to judge others.
Mrs. Gloop & Mr. Gloop
Augustus’s parents. The Gloops are moronic and indulgent of their son’s overeating. Mrs. Gloop is proud of her son’s appetite and thinks it better that he eat than be a nuisance.
Augustus Gloop is an obese, greedy, gluttonous boy. He is portrayed as "enormously fat” and his mother takes great pride in his gluttonous eating. He hails from fictitious Dusselheim, Germany.
Mr. Salt& Mrs. Salt
Veruca’s parents. Mr. and Mrs. Salt are at their daughter’s beck and call. Whenever she screams and cries they give in to her every demand. Mr. Salt goes so far as to divert his entire factory from shelling peanuts to shelling candy bars in order to get Veruca the golden ticket she demands.
Veruca Salt is a greedy, demanding, manipulative, spoiled child who demands every single thing she wants. A selfish, rotten brat who shows her wealthy family no mercy and has absolutely no regard for other people ot their property.
Mr. Beauregarde & Mrs. Beauregarde
Violet’s parents. The Beauregardes are weak and ineffectual. They let their daughter talk back to them and ignore her insults.
Violet Beauregarde is the vain, self-centered, snobby, and gum-obsessed child and boasts that she has been chewing the same piece "for three months solid". Violet chews gum obsessively, and is aggressively competitive.
Mrs. Teavee & Mr. Teavee
Mike’s parents. Mr. and Mrs. Teavee are hands-off parents. They allow the television to parent their son.
Mike Teavee, a boy that does nothing but watch television. He is bad-tempered, slothful but also intelligent and comes across as somewhat of a know-it-all.
Oompa-Loompas are small humans who would end up being preyed upon or attacked by the various predators that also reside in Loompaland before Wonka invited them to work at his factory and are paid in their favorite food, cocoa beans, which were extremely rare on their island. The Oompa-Loompas are also mischievous, loving practical jokes and singing songs which, according to Wonka, they are very good at improvising. With each misbehaving child's exit, the Oompa-Loompas sing moralizing songs of the child's folly.
Wonka Sweet Delivery Guy
Sweets, Oompa-Loompas, Crowds.
Willy Wonka Monologues
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Ah, can it, Ma! You flap your jaws as much as I do...
I’m a gum chewer, normally, but when I heard about Wonka’s contest, I laid off the gum and switched to candy bars. Now of course, I’m right back on gum. In fact, I’ve been working on this piece for over three months solid. I’ve beaten the record set by my best friend, Cornelia Prinzmetel. Hi, Cornelia...listen to this... (Violet chews loudly into the microphone.) That’s the sound of you losing! Listen some more... (Violet chews even more loudly adding smacks and pops.)
Ya. I just knew my little snausage-vausage Augustus would find das Golden Ticket! He eats so much candy-vandy that it was almost impossible for him not to find one! In fact, you could say ve’ve been training him for this day ever since our little pudgey-vudgey was born! For der Junge to eat as much as Augustus he has to be trained from morning to night—eating all kinds of foods...
(Mike is watching TV on his phone and talking to both his Mom and the reporter.)
Shut your pie-hole, toots. Didn’t I tell you not to interrupt! This is the best part! Crack, smack, whack! Dead. Did you see him die? That was so totally awesome!
Yeah! I GOT a Ticket, dawg. Big Deal! Means I’m gonna miss at least an hour of my second favorite show AND I’m gonna have to leave the house to tour some stupid Chocolate Factory. Right. Whatever...Hit him! Hit him harder!
Who needs school? I got the ‘net, TV and my Game Boy, fool.
As soon as my little girl told me that she simply had to have one of those Golden Tickets, I bought hundreds of thousands of Wonka bars. I’m in the nut business, peanuts, cashews, but mainly Brazil nuts. So I had my factory girls stop shelling Brazil nuts and start shelling wrappers. For you, dear, anything...anyway...after days of shelling chocolate, one of my factory gals finally found the blasted Golden Ticket. I let her take the lucky piece of chocolate home to her 17 kids.
Really? (tears open the candy bar and takes a bite) Mm...it’s so good! A perfect blend of Belgian Dark chocolate and New World light, with subtle overtones of Moroccan espresso. Wonka’s a genius! Thanks. I’d better get to school. Do you think I could have just one more? I’ll pay for it. I think I’ll share this one with my family...Grandpa Joe likes the Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight, but grandma Josephina likes the Nutt-a-riffic. (finds the Golden Ticket) I found the Golden Ticket!