In a world of spoiled brats like Veruca Salt and gum-chewing rebels like Violet Beauregarde, Mrs. Bucket is the quiet storm. She’s the person who makes sure the family is still a family when there’s nothing left but hope—and a very weak soup.
Mrs. Bucket, we salute you. You worked harder than any Oompa Loompa, you raised a kid who can resist temptation, and you never once tried to sue Willy Wonka for emotional damages. You, my friend, are the true chocolate gold. Now, if only someone could get you a decent sandwich.
