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Two More Golden Tickets Found
’Despicable!’saidGrandmaGeorgina.’She’llcometoastickyendoneday,chewingallthatgum,youseeifshedoesn’t.’
’AndwhogotthefourthGoldenTicket?’Charlieasked.
’Now,letmesee,’saidMrBucket,peeringatthenewspaperagain.’Ahyes,hereweare.ThefourthGoldenTicket,’heread,’wasfoundbyaboycalledMikeTeavee.’
’Anotherbadlot,I’llbebound,’mutteredGrandmaJosephine.
’Don’tinterrupt,Grandma,’saidMrsBucket.
’TheTeaveehousehold,’saidMrBucket,goingonwithhisreading,’wascrammed,likealltheothers,withexcitedvisitorswhenourreporterarrived,butyoungMikeTeavee,theluckywinner,seemedextremelyannoyedbythewholebusiness. "Can’tyoufoolsseeI’mwatchingtelevision?"hesaidangrily."Iwishyouwouldn’tinterrupt!"
’Thenine-year-oldboywasseatedbeforeanenormoustelevisionset,withhiseyesgluedtothescreen,andhewaswatchingafilminwhichonebunchofgangsterswasshootingupanotherbunchofgangsterswithmachineguns. MikeTeaveehimselfhadnolessthaneighteentoypistolsofvarioussizeshangingfrombeltsaroundhisbody,andeverynowandagainhewouldleapupintotheairandfireoffhalfadozenroundsfromoneoranotheroftheseweapons.
’"Quiet!"heshouted,whensomeonetriedtoaskhimaquestion."Didn’tItellyounottointerrupt!Thisshow’sanabsolutewhiz-banger!It’sterrific!Iwatchiteveryday.
