As they walked in Willy began to speak, "Now everybody, keep calm, don't go crazy, just keep calm." By this time, Augustus's eyes were wide open and he dropped his freshly opened Wonka bar.
"Try my grass, oh please do! It's delectable and so good-looking!" said Mr. Wonka. "You can eat the grass?" said Mr. Salt, acting as if the previous statement was preposterous, which indeed it was.
"Of course, you can! Why, everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. ...But, that my dear children, is called canniblism, and is in fact looked down upon in most societies." Mr. Wonka said, a-matter-of-factually.
A giggle was heard in the back. "Well, little girl, did you think that was funny?" said Mr. Wonka directing his question to Abby. Abby just hid behind her father. "I don't think Mr. Wonka will bite, love." said her father.
Veruca, saw something and said, "Who are those little people over there?" "Why, those are Oompa Loompas, from Loompaland." said Mr. Wonka. "Mr. Wonka, I teach highschool geography and I'm here to tell y--" began Mr. Teavee. "Then, you know all about it, and know what a terrible country it is..." Mr. Wonka said and then continued going into detail about the little men.
"Well, what are you all waiting for! Enjoy!" he said to everyone. Everyone scurried to taste all the delicious candies in the room. That is, except for, Abby, who was very slow to move, because to tell you the truth, she wasn't feeling top-notch that day.
Mr. Wonka watched Abby as she slowly followed her father to one of the lollipop trees. He slowly walked over. "So how do you like the chocolate room?" he asked the red-headed girl. Her face flushed as she turned around and looked down at her feet. "Uhmm...it's lovely, Mr. Wonka." she answered.
"Mr. Wonka? My dad is Mr. Wonka...call me, Willy." said Willy. "Alright, then." said Abby. "I didn't catch your name, dear." said Willy wanting to slap himself for saying, dear. He hoped it didn't scare the poor dear away.
"I-I'm, Abbigail, but I like Abby." said the girl as she fidgeted nervously. "Okay, then, Abby. I hope you like my factory. And, you don't have to be so shy. I promise, I won't bite." said Willy with a kind smile on his face.
All, of a sudden, a rather loud splash was heard, followed by the scream of Mrs. Gloop. Augustus had fallen into the chocolate river. Noticing this, both Mr. Wonka and Abby cringed.
Mr. Wonka ran over to the other side, with the others right behind.
"Save him! He can't svim!" shouted the Mrs. Gloop. " Suddenly a pipe went into the water and sucked Augustus and a large quantity of chocolate right up.
Suddenly, the Oompa Loompas, began making a mockery of the portly child. Half way through their song, he shot up the pipe. This is when Mrs. Gloop gasped. "Where does that pipe go?" she asked.
"Well, that pipe goes to the room where I make the most delicious strawberry flavored, chocolate covered, fudge, in the world." said Mr. Wonka rather entusiastically. "So, he'll be sold by the pound, all around ze vorld as fudge!" the woman cried.
"No I wouldn't allow it. Can you imagine the taste? Ew." said Mr. Wonka. He then signaled for an Oompa Loompa. "Take this lady to go and fetch her son. Take a long stick and poke around in the fudge, 'kay?" said Willy cheerfully. The Oompa Loompa nodded, corssed his arms across his chest, and dragged Mrs. Gloop away.
"Well let's go..." he said. A boat pulled up and a few Oompa Loompas laughed. "What's so funny?" asked Violet. "I think it's from all those doggone cocoa beans." Mr. Wonka said. "Okay, everyone in the boat." said Mr. Wonka.
Everyone got in. Abby sat in the back and her father sat in the seat in front of her. Mr. Wonka cautiously cautiously sat beside her. "Hope ya don't mind!" said Mr. Wonka. "I don't mind," said Abby softly.
The boat began to move...