Chapter Four
"No other factory in the world mixes their chocolate by waterfall. But it's the only way if you want it just.right," Mr. Wonka explained about the majestic waterfall. I watched, mesmerized, as the chocolate poured down into the chocolate river, which floated into a dark tunnel.
"Hey, look over there!" Violet pointed across the river.
"They're little men!" Charlie gasped to his grandpa.
"Actually, they're Oompa-Loompas," Mr. Wonka said. I looked over to the other bank.
There were little men with bright orange faces and purple hair. They wore white shirts with bright green overalls. They were carrying huge sacks of sugar into a small door in the wall.
"God, those are the ugliest things I've ever seen!" Mike hissed in my ear.
"Shh!" I hissed, but I had to admit, they weren't the prettiest things to look at.
"Where do they come from?"
"Oompa Loompa Land of course," Mr. Wonka said. "Excuse me, Mr. Wonka," Mrs. TeeVee interrupted, "But I am a teacher of geography and- "Ah! Well then you'll know all about it and a horrible place it was and with the poor little oompa loompa's with no where to go. So I brought them here to safety to work at my factory." Mrs. TeeVee stared at him blankly.
"Hey Grandpa! Look at Augustus!" I heard Charlie say. We all spun around to see Augustus taking handfuls of chocolate from the river.
"Oh please, Augustus stop!" Mr. Wonka rushed over, "My chocolate must never be touched human hands!"
He ran up behind him as Augustus slipped and fell into the river. His mother shouted and ran towards the bank. Mr. Wonka put his hands to his face.
"He cannot swim!" Mrs. Gloop shrieked. Mr. Wonka just stood there. The group watched fearfully as bubbles traveled towards the big chute that was sucking up chocolate.
Violet gasped, "He's gonna get stuck up there!"
"Help him Mr. Wonka!" Mrs. Gloop waved her hands wildly.
"Help, police, murder," Mr. Wonka said calmly. She looked at him shocked and covered her mouth as she watched her son get sucked up the tube of chocolate.
"He's stuck!" someone shouted. We could see Augustus' head screaming in the tube.
"He's clogging up the tube," I said.
"The tension is incredible. I hope it lasts," Mr. Wonka muttered. We all watched in silence.
"He's gonna fly outta there like a shotgun," Charlie's grandpa whispered.
All of a sudden, there was a popping noise and Augustus was there for a split second and then he disappeared. I stared open-mouthed.
"What have you done with my son?" Mrs. Gloop raised her hands in horror and made her way hurriedly in front of Wonka. I covered my mouth and tried desperately not to laugh.
"Not to worry my dear, he's just on his way to the fudge room."
Mrs. Gloop looked up at him in disbelief. "What? He'll be squeezed into marshmallows in five seconds!"
Mr. Wonka took out a whistle and played a short little tune and an Oompa- Loompa came running. Mr. Wonka leaned down to whisper something in the little orange man's ear.
"Just take Mrs. Gloop to the fudge room. Don't worry Mrs. Gloop, just follow him. Au revoir, goodbye, aufweieder-sehn, adieu, farewell."
He faded away and watched the Oompa-Loompa take a fainting Mrs. Gloop away.
I exhaled, and turned to my friends. They were all staring wide-eyed at the tunnel.
Mr. Wonka had moved towards the bank of the river as a beautiful ferryboat emerged from the depths of the tunnel.
"Wow," I murmured.
"I want one of those, Piano Ann, give me one of those now!" Mell mimicked in my ear. I snickered as Veruca glared at Mell.
"Everyone climb on," Mr. Wonka. Sara climbed on first and hurriedly saved us seats. Mike walked dizzily onto the boat and sat beside me.
"What's the matter?" I stared at his white face, making his freckles stand out.
"M-motion sickness." he muttered, leaning back. Mr. Wonka walked over and handed im something.
"Here, this is just the thing for upset stomachs. And after you chew it, you're able to spit in seven different colors."
Violet turned around with her finger up her nose. "Spitting's a dirty habit," she scolded.
"I know a worse one." Mr. Wonka stared seriously at her. Violet turned back around, completely oblivious while us girls giggled.
"Everyone ready? Ready, let's go!"
Everyone began talking amongst themselves as Mr. Wonka murmured things above conversation.
" 'All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail 'er by'," he smiled at us.
"I want a boat just like this one, Daddy, except maybe in pink," Veruca said defiantly to her father behind us.
Mell gagged towards Sara and Sara made a face. I giggled and sat back as Mike leaned over the side.
"Still sick?" I asked concerned.
He giggled. "No, I can spit in rainbow colors!" He hacked up a big wad and spat at the grass. It was an orange-y shade.
"Ech," I made a face. All of a sudden, the boat turned and we made way for the dark tunnel.
"Hey, where's this boat taking us?" Mr. Beauregarde shouted at Mr. Wonka. Mr. Wonka just grinned nonchalantly at Violet's father as he sat calmly at the front.
"Hey, I don't want to go in there!"
"Daddy, don't let him take us in there!"
Everyone started shouting and I myself started getting the shivers as the boat floated through the chocolate towards the darkness of the tunnel.
"No other factory in the world mixes their chocolate by waterfall. But it's the only way if you want it just.right," Mr. Wonka explained about the majestic waterfall. I watched, mesmerized, as the chocolate poured down into the chocolate river, which floated into a dark tunnel.
"Hey, look over there!" Violet pointed across the river.
"They're little men!" Charlie gasped to his grandpa.
"Actually, they're Oompa-Loompas," Mr. Wonka said. I looked over to the other bank.
There were little men with bright orange faces and purple hair. They wore white shirts with bright green overalls. They were carrying huge sacks of sugar into a small door in the wall.
"God, those are the ugliest things I've ever seen!" Mike hissed in my ear.
"Shh!" I hissed, but I had to admit, they weren't the prettiest things to look at.
"Where do they come from?"
"Oompa Loompa Land of course," Mr. Wonka said. "Excuse me, Mr. Wonka," Mrs. TeeVee interrupted, "But I am a teacher of geography and- "Ah! Well then you'll know all about it and a horrible place it was and with the poor little oompa loompa's with no where to go. So I brought them here to safety to work at my factory." Mrs. TeeVee stared at him blankly.
"Hey Grandpa! Look at Augustus!" I heard Charlie say. We all spun around to see Augustus taking handfuls of chocolate from the river.
"Oh please, Augustus stop!" Mr. Wonka rushed over, "My chocolate must never be touched human hands!"
He ran up behind him as Augustus slipped and fell into the river. His mother shouted and ran towards the bank. Mr. Wonka put his hands to his face.
"He cannot swim!" Mrs. Gloop shrieked. Mr. Wonka just stood there. The group watched fearfully as bubbles traveled towards the big chute that was sucking up chocolate.
Violet gasped, "He's gonna get stuck up there!"
"Help him Mr. Wonka!" Mrs. Gloop waved her hands wildly.
"Help, police, murder," Mr. Wonka said calmly. She looked at him shocked and covered her mouth as she watched her son get sucked up the tube of chocolate.
"He's stuck!" someone shouted. We could see Augustus' head screaming in the tube.
"He's clogging up the tube," I said.
"The tension is incredible. I hope it lasts," Mr. Wonka muttered. We all watched in silence.
"He's gonna fly outta there like a shotgun," Charlie's grandpa whispered.
All of a sudden, there was a popping noise and Augustus was there for a split second and then he disappeared. I stared open-mouthed.
"What have you done with my son?" Mrs. Gloop raised her hands in horror and made her way hurriedly in front of Wonka. I covered my mouth and tried desperately not to laugh.
"Not to worry my dear, he's just on his way to the fudge room."
Mrs. Gloop looked up at him in disbelief. "What? He'll be squeezed into marshmallows in five seconds!"
Mr. Wonka took out a whistle and played a short little tune and an Oompa- Loompa came running. Mr. Wonka leaned down to whisper something in the little orange man's ear.
"Just take Mrs. Gloop to the fudge room. Don't worry Mrs. Gloop, just follow him. Au revoir, goodbye, aufweieder-sehn, adieu, farewell."
He faded away and watched the Oompa-Loompa take a fainting Mrs. Gloop away.
I exhaled, and turned to my friends. They were all staring wide-eyed at the tunnel.
Mr. Wonka had moved towards the bank of the river as a beautiful ferryboat emerged from the depths of the tunnel.
"Wow," I murmured.
"I want one of those, Piano Ann, give me one of those now!" Mell mimicked in my ear. I snickered as Veruca glared at Mell.
"Everyone climb on," Mr. Wonka. Sara climbed on first and hurriedly saved us seats. Mike walked dizzily onto the boat and sat beside me.
"What's the matter?" I stared at his white face, making his freckles stand out.
"M-motion sickness." he muttered, leaning back. Mr. Wonka walked over and handed im something.
"Here, this is just the thing for upset stomachs. And after you chew it, you're able to spit in seven different colors."
Violet turned around with her finger up her nose. "Spitting's a dirty habit," she scolded.
"I know a worse one." Mr. Wonka stared seriously at her. Violet turned back around, completely oblivious while us girls giggled.
"Everyone ready? Ready, let's go!"
Everyone began talking amongst themselves as Mr. Wonka murmured things above conversation.
" 'All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail 'er by'," he smiled at us.
"I want a boat just like this one, Daddy, except maybe in pink," Veruca said defiantly to her father behind us.
Mell gagged towards Sara and Sara made a face. I giggled and sat back as Mike leaned over the side.
"Still sick?" I asked concerned.
He giggled. "No, I can spit in rainbow colors!" He hacked up a big wad and spat at the grass. It was an orange-y shade.
"Ech," I made a face. All of a sudden, the boat turned and we made way for the dark tunnel.
"Hey, where's this boat taking us?" Mr. Beauregarde shouted at Mr. Wonka. Mr. Wonka just grinned nonchalantly at Violet's father as he sat calmly at the front.
"Hey, I don't want to go in there!"
"Daddy, don't let him take us in there!"
Everyone started shouting and I myself started getting the shivers as the boat floated through the chocolate towards the darkness of the tunnel.
