Chapter 6: Spies Everywhere!

Author's note: Aaaand this is the chapter that I've been describing as 'absolutely awesome' for a bit. I hope that you will all like this. :)

As a reminder, every quote in this script is taken directly from Dahl's script. None of them are mine.

On with the novelization, everyone! :D

Mr. Fickelgruber was a small Germanic bully. He was standing behind a huge desk, and there was a giant framed photo of his factory behind him, with the caption: "FICKELGRUBER'S FAMOUS CHOCOLATES". He was talking into a desk-microphone.

"Send her in!" Mr. Fickelgruber boomed into the microphone.

At that command, a female spy, dressed in furs, walked through the door. She was holding a long cigarette holder, and she walked up to Fickelgruber's desk.

"Ha!...Sehr Gutt!..." beamed Mr. Fickelgruber.

He immediately started giving orders to Sehr.

"You vill apply immediately for ze post of personal private secretary to Mr. Vonka!" he ordered.

"Ja, Herr Fickelgruber," responded Sehr Gutt.

"Unt you understant zat if necessary you vill lay down…"

"Naturlich, Herr Fickelgruber," responded Sehr loyally.

"...you vill lay down your life for our factory!" he barked. Your mission iss to obtain ze formula for Vonka's chocolate ice-cream zat only melts in ze mouth!"

"Javohl, Herr Fickelgruber."

"Our entire future iss at stake!" barked Mr. Fickelgruber. "Do not fail!"

"I never fail, Herr Fickelgruber," responded Sehr Gutt.

"And in the great Prodnose Sweet Factory in England," Grandpa Joe said, "Mr. Fickelgruber decided to do his own dirty work himself…"

Mr. Prodnose was standing beside two male dressers and two make-up men. Prodnose was completely bald, and he was wearing a double-breasted jacket. After Prodnose gave them the signal, the men sprang into action, and in a matter of seconds, he was completely naked except for his underpants.

"Mr. Prodnose had himself disguised as an ordinary factory worker so that he could apply for a job at Wonka's…" said Grandpa Joe.

The dressers quickly dressed up Prodnose in a bunch of shabby clothes. The make-up men were doing their work at the exact same time as the dressers! In a matter of seconds, Prodnose acquired a wig, moustache, beard, spectacles, and a workman's satchel. He was completely unrecognizable.

"Mr. Prodnose spent six dangerous weeks in Wonka's factory, and came back with many priceless recipes…" continued Grandpa Joe. "And in the United States of America, Elmer Slugworth of the famous Slugworth Candy Company, stole a march on all his rivals. He hired professional agents to penetrate the Wonka factory…"

Elmer Slugworth was standing in the darkness with a briefcase, wearing a bow-tie and horn-rimmed glasses, by a tree. A man in a raincoat swiftly approached the sly chocolate-maker.

"Mr. Slugworth hired his agents directly from the Central Intelligence Agency in the nation's capital..." said Grandpa Joe.

"Slugworth?" said the man in the raincoat.

"Right," Slugworth told the man. "Got the goods?"

"The lot," the man told Slugworth. "It's going to cost you plenty, though."

"I don't care how much it costs." Slugworth said. "Did you get the toffee balloon formula?"

"Uh-uh," said the man. He took some papers from a pocket. "That one'll be twenty grand, cash."

Slugworth reached inside of his briefcase.

"You're on...What about the giant gobstoppers you can suck for a week?"

"I got that, too…" the man responded.

"And Mr. Willy Wonka tore his beard and shouted, 'This is terrible! There are spies everywhere! I shall be ruined! Close the factory!'"

"But he didn't, did he, Grandpa?" asked Charlie.

"He closed it the very same day!" responded Grandpa George.

"He sacked every man jack in the place," continued Grandpa George. "And locked the gates behind them! That shook 'em up, I'll tell you!"

"It shook the whole town!" exclaimed Grandpa Josephine.

"I remember the day!" cried Grandma Georgina.

"Thousands there were out of work!" exclaimed Grandpa George.

"And that's just what the other big chocolate-makers wanted!" said Grandpa Joe. 'Wonka's finished!' they cried. 'He's had it for good now!'

"So what happened then?" asked Charlie.

"Nothing happened, not for months and months," responded Grandpa Joe. "Then suddenly, early one morning...it must've been about a year later, wasn't it, George?"

"Just about," responded Grandpa George.

"The people standing in the streets saw a thin column of smoke coming out of the chimneys in the factory," said Grandpa Joe. 'They're lighting the furnaces!' they cried. 'Wonka's is opening up again!'

"And they all ran to the gates!" exclaimed Grandpa George. "They expected to see them wide open and Mr. Wonka standing there to welcome his workers back…"

"And then?" enquired Charlie.

"Nothing happened," responded Grandpa Joe. "The great iron gates stayed shut and Mr. Wonka never came out!"

"But the factory was working!" cried Grandpa George.

"It was working all right!" agreed Grandpa Joe.

"You could actually hear the machines running inside," said Grandpa George.

"And you could smell the chocolate!" Grandpa Joe exclaimed.

"It was working full blast, no doubt about it!" said Grandpa George.

Grandpa Joe leaned forward and put a long, bony finger on Charlie's knee.

"And most mysterious of all," said Grandpa Joe softly, "were the shadows in the windows of the factory...small dark shadows moving about behind the frosted glass windows…"

"It used to give me the creeps," said Grandpa George.

"But shadows of whom?" asked Charlie.

"That's exactly what everyone wanted to know!" cried Grandpa George.

"And for over ten years now, Wonka's has been turning out chocolates more delicious and fantastic than ever before." said Grandpa Joe.

"And old Fickelgruber's not stealing any of those recipes!" cried Grandpa George. "Nor Prodnose! Nor Slugworth!"

"But that's absurd, Grandpa, I mean…" said Charlie, confused. "What sort of people could there possibly be that work in there?"

"That, my boy," said Grandpa Joe, "is one of the great mysteries of the chocolate-making world."

"Come, my darling, it's time for bed," said Mrs. Bucket.

"Yes mother, just a second!" said Charlie hurriedly.

"We know only one thing," continued Grandpa Joe. "They are very small. The faint shadows that appear behind the windows late at night are those of tiny people, no taller than my knee…"

"And nobody's ever been inside to look?" asked Charlie.

Grandpa Joe responded, "Not a single soul…"

Author's note: I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter! What did you all think of it? :D Stay tuned for the next one, guys and gals! :)

Until then,

Gabe S. :)