The Miracle {playscript} by Eliot

Charlie: One wonka’s Whipple-Scrumptious Fudge-mallow Delight. {Charlie places down the damp fifty pence.}

{The plump man turns around and gets a Wonka’s Whipple-Scrumptious Fudge-mallow Delight.}

{Charlie grabs the chocolate and starts to wolf’s it down  .}

Shopkeeper: You looked like wanted that one sonny.

{Charlie nods  his mouth bulging with chocolate.}

Shopkeeper: Take it easy, It’ll give you a tummy ache if you swallow it like that.

{Charlie carries on wolfing the chocolate down.}

{Charlie is quite out of breath when he finishes the chocolate.}

Charlie: I think.{says it quietly} I think … I’ll have another one of those chocolates,the same kind as before ,please.

Shopkeeper: Why not ? { Grabbing another Whipple-Scrumptious Fugde mallow Delight.}

 { Charlie slowly tears the chocolate.} {A flash of gold peeps out.}

Shopkeeper: I’ts a golden ticket! {Screaming loudly.}