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Eyes on the prize, Violet.

Eyes on the prize.

Please enter.

Come forward.

Close the gates.

Dear visitors, it is my great pleasure to welcome you to my humble factory.

And who am I?

Well.

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka.

The amazing chocolatier

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka.

Everybody give a cheer!

Hooray!

He’s modest, clever and so smart.

He barely can restrain it.

With so much generosity.

There is no way to contain it!

To contain it

To contain, to contain, to contain!

Hooray!

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka.

He’s the one that you’re about to meet Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka.

He’s the genius who just can’t be beat.

The magician and the chocolate wiz.

The best darn guy who ever lived Willy Wonka, here he is!

The amazing chocolatier.

Wasn’t that just magnificent?

I was worried it was getting dodgy in the middle part, but then that finale.

Wow!

Who are you?

He’s Willy Wonka.

Really?

“Good morning, starshine.

“The Earth says hello.

“Dear guests, greetings.

“Welcome to the factory.

I shake you warmly by the hand.

“My name is Willy Wonka.

Then shouldn’t you be up there?

I couldn’t very well watch the show from up there, now, could I, little girl?

Mr. Wonka, I don’t know if you’ll remember me.

but I used to work here in the factory.

Were you one of those despicable spies who tried to steal my life’s work and sell it to parasitic, copycat, candy-making cads?

No, sir.

Then wonderful.

Welcome back.

Let’s get a move on, kids.

Don’t you want to know our names?

Can’t imagine how it would matter.

Come quickly.

Far too much to see.

Just drop your coats anywhere.

Mr. Wonka?

Sure is toasty in here.

What?

Oh, I have to keep it warm.

My workers are used to an extremely hot climate.

They just can’t stand the cold.

Who are the workers?

All in good time.

Now.

Mr. Wonka, I’m Violet Beauregarde.

Oh.

I don’t care.

Well, you should care.

Because I’m gonna win the special prize at the end.

Well, you do seem confident, and confidence is key.

I’m Veruca Salt.

It’s very nice to meet you, sir.

I always thought a verruca was a type of wart you got on the bottom of your foot.

I am Augustus Gloop.

I love your chocolate.

I can see that.

So do I.

I never expected to have so much in common.

You.

You’re Mike Teavee.

You’re the little devil who cracked the system.

And you.

Well, you’re just lucky to be here, aren’t you?

And the rest of you must be their.

Parents.

Yeah.

Moms and dads.

Dad?

Papa?

Okay, then.

Let’s move along.

Is it just me or does Wonka seem a few quarters short of a buck?

I’m sorry, I don’t speak American.

Would you like some chocolate?

Sure.

Then you should’ve brought some.

Let’s be friends.

Best friends.

An important room, this.

After all, it is a chocolate factory.

Then why is the door so small?

That’s to keep all the great big chocolatey flavor inside.

Now, do be careful, my dear children.

Don’t lose your heads.

Don’t get overexcited.

Just keep very calm.

It’s beautiful.

What?

Oh, yeah, it’s very beautiful.

Every drop of the river is hot, melted chocolate of the finest quality.

The waterfall is most important.

Mixes the chocolate.

Churns it up, Makes it light and frothy.

By the way, no other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by waterfall, my dear children.

And you can take that to the bank.

People.

Those pipes suck up the chocolate and carry it away all over the factory.

Thousands of gallons an hour.

Yeah.

And do you like my meadow?

Try some of my grass.

Please have a blade.

Please do.

It’s so delectable and so darn good-looking.

You can eat the grass?

Of course you can.

Everything in this room is eatable.

Even I’m eatable.

But that is called cannibalism, my dear children.

and is, in fact, frowned upon in most societies.

Yeah.

Enjoy.

Go on.

Scoot, scoot.

Son.

Please.

Dad, he said, “Enjoy.

Why hold on to it?

Why not start a new piece?

Because then I wouldn’t be a champion.

I’d be a loser, like you.

Daddy, look over there.

What is it?

It’s a little person.

Over there, by the waterfall.

There’s two of them.

There’s more than two.

Where do they come from?

Who are they?

Are they real people?

Of course they’re real people.

They’re Oompa-Loompas.

Oompa-Loompas?

Imported, direct from Loompaland.

There’s no such place.

What?

Mr. Wonka, I teach high-school geography, and I’m here to tell you.

Well, then you’ll know all about it, and, oh, what a terrible country it is.

The whole place is nothing but thick jungles, infested by the most dangerous beasts in the entire world, Hornswogglers and snozzwangers and those terrible, wicked whangdoodles.

I went to Loompaland looking for exotic new flavors for candy.

Instead.

I found the Oompa-Loompas.

They lived in tree houses to escape from the fierce creatures who lived below.

The Oompa-Loompas ate nothing but green caterpillars, which tasted revolting.

The Oompa-Loompas looked for things to mash up with the caterpillars to make them taste better:

Red beetles, the bark of the bong-bong tree.

All of them beastly.

but not quite so beastly as the caterpillars.

Mmm.

But the food they longed for the most was the cocoa bean.

An Oompa-Loompa was lucky if he found three or four cocoa beans a year.

But, oh, how they craved them.

All they’d ever think about was cocoa beans.

The cocoa bean is the thing from which chocolate is made, so I told the chief:

They are such wonderful workers.

I feel I must warn you, though, they are rather mischievous.

Always making jokes.

Augustus, my child, that is not a good thing you do!

Hey, little boy.

My chocolate must be untouched by human hands.

Ah!

He’ll drown.

He can’t swim.

Save him!

Augustus!

No!

Augustus!