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♪ Who went and spoiled her, who indeed?♪

♪ Who pandered to her every need?♪

♪ Who turned her into such a brat?♪

♪ Who are the culprits?♪

♪ Who did that?♪

♪ The guilty ones, now this is sad.♪

♪ Are dear old Mum and loving Dad.♪

Ah!

Oh, really?

Oh, good.

I’ve just been informed that the incinerator’s broken.

So there should be about three weeks of rotten garbage to break their fall.

Well, that’s good news.

Yeah.

Well, let’s keep on trucking.

I don’t know why I didn’t think of this earlier.

The elevator’s by far the most efficient way to get around the factory.

There can’t be this many floors.

How do you know, Mr. Smarty-Pants?

This isn’t an ordinary up-and-down elevator, by the way.

This elevator can go sideways, longways, slantways and any other ways you can think of.

You just press any button and, whoosh, you’re off.

Oh, look.

Look.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fudge Mountain.

Oh.

I’d rather not talk about this one.

This is the Puppet Hospital and Burn Center.

It’s relatively new.

Ah, the administration offices.

Hello, Doris.

Why is everything here completely pointless?

Candy doesn’t have to have a point.

That’s why it’s candy.

It’s stupid.

Candy is a waste of time.

No son of mine is going to be a chocolatier.

Then I’ll run away.

To Switzerland.

Bavaria.

The candy capitals of the world.

Go ahead.

But I won’t be here when you come back.

Sorry, son.

We’re closing for the night.

I wanna pick a room.

Go ahead.

Here.

Put these on quick, and don’t take them off whatever you do.

This light could burn your eyeballs right out of your skulls.

And we certainly don’t want that, now, do we?

This is the testing room for my very latest and greatest invention:

Television Chocolate.

One day it occurred to me: “Hey, if television can break up a photograph into millions and millions of tiny pieces and send it whizzing through the air.

then reassemble it on the other end.

why can’t I do the same with chocolate?

Why can’t I send a real bar of chocolate through the television, all ready to be eaten?

I’m not gonna touch it.

I’m not going in that direction.

Sounds impossible.

It is impossible.

You don’t understand anything about science.

First off, there’s a difference between waves and particles.

Duh.

Second, the amount of power it would take to convert energy in matter would be like nine atomic bombs.

Mumbler!

Seriously, I cannot understand a single word you’re saying.

Okey-dokey.

I shall now send a bar of chocolate from one end of the room to the other by television.

Bring in the chocolate.

It’s gotta be real big because you know how on TV, you can film a regular-size man, and he comes out looking this tall?

Same basic principle.

It’s gone.

Told you.

That chocolate is now rushing through the air above our heads.

in a million tiny little pieces.

Come over here.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

Watch the screen.

Here it comes.

Oh, look.

Take it.

It’s just a picture on a screen.

Scaredy-cat.

You take it.

Go on.

Just reach out and grab it.

Go on.

Holy buckets.

Eat it.

Go on.

It’ll be delicious.

It’s the same bar.

It’s just gotten a little smaller on the journey, that’s all.

It’s great.

It’s a miracle.

So imagine, you’re sitting at home watching television and suddenly a commercial will flash onto the screen, and a voice will say:

“Wonka’s chocolates are the best in the world.

“If you don’t believe us, try one for yourself.

And you simply reach out and take it.

How about that?

So can you send other things?

Say, like, breakfast cereal?

Do you have any idea what breakfast cereal’s made of?

It’s those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners.

But could you send it by TV if you wanted to?

Of course I could.

What about people?

Well, why would I wanna send a person?

They don’t taste very good at all.

Don’t you realize what you’ve invented?

It’s a teleporter.

It’s the most important invention in the history of the world.

And all you think about is chocolate.

Calm down, Mike.

I think Mr. Wonka knows what he’s talking about.

No, he doesn’t.

He has no idea.

You think he’s a genius, but he’s an idiot.

But I’m not.

Hey, little boy.

Don’t push my button.

He’s gone.

Let’s go check the television, see what we get.

I sure hope no part of him gets left behind.

What do you mean?

Well, sometimes only half of the little pieces find their way through.

If you had to choose only one half of your son, which one would it be?

What kind of a question is that?

No need to snap.

Just a question.

Try every channel.

I’m starting to feel a little anxious.

There he is.

Mike.

♪ The most important thing.♪

♪ That we’ve ever learned.♪

♪ The most important thing we’ve learned ♪

♪ As far as children are concerned ♪

♪ ls never, never let them near, The television set.♪

♪ Or better still just don’t install, The idiotic thing at all.♪

♪ Never, never let them ♪

♪ Never, never let them.♪

♪ Never, never let them.♪

♪ It rots the senses in the head.♪

♪ It keeps imagination dead.♪

♪ It clogs and clutters up the mind.♪

♪ It makes a child so dull and blind.♪

♪ So dull, so dull.♪

♪ He can no longer understand ♪

♪ A fairy tale, a fairyland.♪

♪ A fairyland, a fairyland.♪

♪ His brain becomes as soft as cheese.♪

♪ His thinking powers rust and freeze.♪

♪ He cannot think, he only sees.♪

♪ Regarding little Mike Teavee.♪

♪ We very much regret that we.♪

♪ Regret that we.♪

♪ Shall simply have to wait and see.♪

♪ Wait and see, wait and see.♪

♪ Wait and see, wait and see, wait and see.♪

♪ We very much regret that we.♪

♪ Shall simply have to wait and see.♪

♪ If we can get him back his height.♪

♪ But if we can’t.♪

♪ It serves him right.♪

Ew, somebody grab him.

Help me.

Help me.

Oh, thank heavens.

He’s completely unharmed.

Unharmed?

What are you talking about?

Just put me back in the other way.

There is no other way.

It’s television, not telephone.

There’s quite a difference.

And what exactly do you propose to do about it?

I don’t know.

But young men are extremely springy.

They stretch like mad.

Let’s go put him in the taffy puller.

Taffy puller?

Hey, that was my idea.

Boy, is he gonna be skinny.

Yeah.

Taffy puller.

I want you to take Mr. Teavee and his little boy up to the taffy puller, okay?

Stretch him out.

On with the tour.

There’s still so much left to see.

Now, how many children are left?

Mr. Wonka, Charlie’s the only one left now.

You mean, you’re the only one?

Yes.

What happened to the others?

Oh, my dear boy,

but that means you’ve won.

Oh, I do congratulate you.

I really do.

I’m absolutely delighted.

I had a hunch right from the beginning.

Well done.

Now, we mustn’t dilly or dally.

We have an enormous number of things to do before the day’s out.

But luckily for us, we have the great glass elevator to speed things along.

Speed things along.