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Chapter Fifteen Summery – Willy and Charlie now have to face talking to over Ten-Thousand Oompa-Loompas in Oompa-Land. Charlie and Willy are going to have a very interesting time to try and finish the task. Charlie is going to witness Loompaish in the process, and Willy is going to have a very interesting thing happen to him. Well, it is the Chocolate Factory, and these things do happen.
Chapter 15 - Fright Before the Flight
Willy pushed open the door of "Oompa-Land" with apprehension. In the back of his mind he remembered that Charlie was there, so it wouldn't be too bad. At least, he dearly hoped. But one thing was for sure: this would be the last thing he would do that day. The very last thing. The past days seemed to have taught him that, with the current events going on and with everything as stressful as it was, trying to do more was a bad thing. He could end up hurt, or worse, Charlie could end up hurt, and that would not be a very good thing at all. He knew that talking to Oompa-Loompas in a perfectly safe "Oompa-Land" wouldn't end up with Willy or Charlie missing any limbs or suffering any internal injuries, but… you never know, stranger things have happened in that factory.
The door Willy opened revealed a huge room. In fact, the room was so large that Charlie swore it had to be bigger than the Chocolate Waterfall's room by around ten or twenty times. This was when Charlie really started to get a mental picture of how big the Factory really was. And this factory was big.
Giant trees towered up above Wonka and Charlie, seeming to reach up towards a very high ceiling. At first, Charlie was sure that they entered another part of the world, rather than another part of the factory, and he was surprised that Willy had the time and patience to get this built for the Oompa-Loompas. Between the giant tropical trees were large coconut-shaped buildings. They were all rather large and only Wonka knew at that moment that they were much bigger than their miniature ones back in Loompa-Land.
As they walked forward in the misty jungle room, Charlie saw out of the corner of his eye Willy Wonka twitch as the door closed behind them automatically. Following that, Charlie heard a quick, sharp breath of relief, as if Willy was trying to bring his nerves down along with his calmness. Charlie frowned momentarily, but didn't look back at Wonka. He thought that at that very moment, the last thing Willy needed was somebody staring back at him. Especially when he was about to face a couple hundred Oompa-Loompas.
At first, Charlie was rather confused why Willy had to talk to all of the Oompa-Loompas in person. He wondered why couldn't he just talk to them through the building's internal speakers. Willy seemed to use them every so often to call upon certain Oompa-Loompas, or sometimes Charlie. Why couldn't he use it now? Willy had explained that he only called upon specific Oompa-Loompas using the system, and only a select few had learned English.
"You see Charlie," Willy had explained, "I am the only known person in the -world- that knows Loompaish. So only -I- can explain to them, in their language, what is going to happen. That is the only way I can efficiently tell them all, before we leave on the Twenty-Second."
Charlie had to admit; he couldn't wait to see Willy talk to the Oompa-Loompa's in Loompaish. He had seen Wonka do a strange ringing call, and that was about it. It seemed that Loompaish was a very interesting language to speak indeed. Charlie made a mental note to ask Willy to teach him how to speak the Oompa-Loompa's verbal and physical language. But that had to wait for later.
They started to pass various Oompa-Loompas coming in and out of their homes, descending down ladders, crossing bridges, or walking across the lightly misted ground. It seemed that none of them noticed or acknowledged either Charlie's or Willy's presence. It seemed that they were all busy, doing whatever they seemed to be doing, and taking no notice of either of the Chocolatiers. Not that Willy minded it at all.
Charlie realized that all of the Oompa-Loompas looked almost exactly the same. There were differences though, and he had only recently had begun to pick them up between the Oompa-Loompas. Like, the way they did their hair back, how tall they were, or how they reacted to Charlie himself; even then, Charlie still had great difficulty telling the Oompa-Loompas from one another. What was really strange, though, was that Willy could pick out them like they were as different as apples and oranges, and he also seemed to talk about them as if they were as different as apples and oranges, and Willy was thoroughly confused when Charlie had much difficulty trying to tell one from another.
It was the first time, though, that Charlie had seen an Oompa-Loompa child. The full-grown Oompa-Loompas reached to about Willy's knees, but the children where tiny and rather adorable. They reached up to even less than that. As they walked Charlie saw a Oompa-Loompa child stop and gape at Willy and Charlie, which afterwards ran to her mother, making wild gestures points at Willy and Charlie, looking thoroughly concerned with the fact that Wonka himself was eight times bigger than she was. Her mother reassured her with a grin, patting her side. Charlie chuckled; she was an awfully cute little girl.
Charlie decided to look up at Wonka, just to see how he was doing, and he found that Wonka's expression had changed. It was now that strange grin that he had when he was on the boat-ride with all of the prospective heirs; that look of childishness and mischievousness, a look a little boy has when he is showing somebody something fantastic, and he knows exactly what is going to happen next. For once, he didn't see to be perturbed about talking to a couple hundred Oompa-Loompa's at once. But Charlie was sure that was going to change.
Willy and Charlie continued to walk along the ground of the tiny pseudo-jungle. Then Wonka stopped without warning, as he always did, and looked up towards a towering tree. Charlie stopped and looked up as well. He could see, as he turned his gaze and scanned the boughs and the bridges connecting them, that there was a rather large coconut-shaped house. It looked much more impressive than the others; it was dressed up with large designs and almost every square inch of it had something trying to make it look better than it was. Leading up to the important-looking house was a gradually sloping ramp built securely out of wooden rungs.
"This, Charlie," said Wonka, "is where the Oompa-Loompa chief lives. You see, if I want to call a meeting, I just ask the chief to call all of the Oompa-Loompas here at once. So that way, I can talk to them more easily. You see?"
Charlie nodded and said nothing. He thought it would be better if he said nothing, and just let Willy go on. It might calm Wonka's toiling nerves.
Willy cleared his throat after an unnerving moment of silence. "Well," he said with the biggest, fakest grin he could muster plastered on his face. "Here's the great, big, nasty moment of truth..." Willy took a step forward and lifted up his cane with his left hand, pointing to the home with it. "Onward!"
Willy did just so, he marched onward towards the house with a certain amount of determination plastered on his face. Charlie followed behind idly, being careful of the high ascent up the delicate wooden rungs. Wonka felt that if he rushed the whole experience, it wouldn't bother him as much as if could have... just maybe, he could handle a large crowd of Oompa-Loompas.
Willy hit the door of the Chief's house with the spiral-coloured end of his cane, rapping on it heavily, announcing his presence to whomever was inside. He stood back once he did so, leaning on his cane and clutching the head of it nervously.
The door swung open, and Charlie could feel the nervousness rise up the Chocolatier from head to foot. The expression also changed from the look of determination to a painful, forced smile. Charlie looked down at the small Oompa-Loompa that opened the door for Willy and Charlie and saw the small thing waving both Charlie and Wonka to come inside.
Wonka nodded with a nervous giggle and he walked in with Charlie, giving the small boy a glance and a short nod before turning his head to the task-at-hand: the chief Oompa-Loompa and the long-expected talk with the thousands of Oompa-Loompas that ran the factory. Well, Charlie knew first things first, to talk to the Chieftain, and he figured that it was one of the factors that was making Wonka so nervous. He knew if he had to talk to the Prime Minister... or President, that he'd feel a little nervous.
They walked down a narrow hall that opened to a medium-sized round room. On one end was who Charlie believed to be head Oompa-Loompa. He was dressed in complete formal tribal wear, and he was holding the smug look that only chieftains could accomplish on their proud faces. Willy gave a curt nod to the Oompa-Loompa that lead them and he turned to face the chief Oompa-Loompa on his throne of sorts.
Wonka walked up to the middle of the room. Charlie stayed standing by the entryway, as Willy instructed, and Wonka sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of the Chieftain's throne. Now Charlie understood exactly what was making Willy nervous; it wasn't the meeting with the Chieftain, it must have been the prospect of talking to all of those Oompa-Loompas afterwards. Now that Wonka had something to pull his mind away from the task after this one, he didn't seem so worried. He looked confident and calm again.
The conversation began with much silence, and Charlie could not even guess at what they were saying.
Of course, Willy understood perfectly. It was all well and good to be fluent in many different languages; he ought be fluent in one of the most important.
Willy started with a brief gesture, -Greetings,- he placed a hand on his chest, -my friend and I,- he pointed with his thumb at Charlie in the entryway and then back to himself, -would like to speak with you,- Willy finished that off with a jabbering motion with his hand, and he pointed at the Oompa-Loompa with a bow neatly tied in the end.
Charlie watched with fascination. Wonka did… whatever he said, so quickly that Charlie had little time to actually translate was he was saying. He decided that maybe he shouldn't try and translate, he should just watch...
-Yes. What would you like?- The Chieftain returned with his own gestures and light, barely-audible, noises.
-You see, my heir and I...- Willy started, but was soon interrupted by the Chieftain.
-That boy? The one standing by the doorway? Is he the heir you finally chose to take up your throne?-
Willy laughed. -Yes, he is. He is a very good boy. You will like him when I'm finally gone.-
The Chieftain frowned. -I believe you, but don't think that way. You are many years young. We can never think of you disappearing to old age.-
Willy's grin flickered. -Never mind about that right now.- His gestures started to be a little sharper, indicating to the Chieftain that Wonka didn't really want to talk about that particular subject. -I need to talk about something more urgent.-
Charlie looked at them with light confusion. He was sure that they mentioned him. He was positive about it, and whatever they had said must of make Wonka upset, or nervous. From where Charlie was standing, Willy looked the ever slightest bit distressed.
-Yes, what is it?-
-My heir and I are going to be leaving the factory.- Willy slowed down, making sure the Chieftain understood what he was saying.
-Why?-
-Well, something happened. A big something, I had supposed you had heard about it.-
-I have. You received injures. That is why you are speaking with such a strange accent.- the Oompa-Loompa gestured to Willy's right arm, which was slung, cast and out of use. -Do you require to see a healer?-
-Oh, no, great chieftain, I don't. I already have. You see, there were people around me and I... fainted. They all thought that this factory was what caused me to be so weird. They think it's dangerous, and they want him to leave,- Willy pointed back to Charlie. -They think it is not safe enough for little heirs.-
-I see,- the Chieftain nodded intellectually. -I understand; you wish to talk to the human chieftain to explain that your home is safe for the boy. You also wish for us to watch over the factory while you and the young boy are gone?-
Willy grinned. -Yes. Exactly right.- He paused. -I also am wondering if you can keep an eye out for his family. You see, they are very dear to him, and he respects them greatly. If anything were to happen to them, I don't know what I or the boy would do.-
-A boy who respects his elders. The others have brought great stories of how he treats them so kindly. I will, of course, see to it that they are perfectly safe while you are gone.- The chieftain smiled. -How long will you be staying in the human child's land?-
-Two weeks or more. I am not too sure.-
-If you figure out your time away from this home, send word as soon as you can.-
-I will. Be sure of it,- Willy returned with a smile.
The Chieftain looked over the room for a moment, a thought running through his mind. -I think,- he turned and looked at Willy again, -that you came to me to not only tell me of what is to happen very soon. Am I right?-
-Yes...- Charlie could even read, from whatever Willy responded, the sound of dread in his return gesture.
The Chieftain grinned. -You wish to speak to the whole tribe. To inform them of their jobs, am I correct?-
Willy flinched ever so slightly. -Yes. That is what I need to do.-
The Chieftain smiled. -I see, I will call them all. I believe that you will be able to explain everything to the tribe?-
Willy returned with a flickering smile, -Yes... Don't worry. I will get the young boy to help me.-
-Good.- The Chieftain turned around and called over another Oompa-Loompa. -Please gather all of the Tribe, and gather them in the back field. They must be here soon. Quickly now.-
The Oompa-Loompa crossed his arms in understanding and bowed, the Chieftain returned the favor before turning to Willy. -You and the boy can wait at the back of this home. You know that the large field resides behind it. You'll find that you'll be able to talk to almost every Tribesman there.-
-Thank you,- Willy responded back, -I will be sure to inform them all correctly.-
He sat there for a moment, until the Chieftain decided to wave him off. Wonka breathed out. Now he was out of the cookie tin and into the confectionery oven. Willy walked past Charlie, placing his hand on Charlie's back, leading him out of the room.
"Charlie, I have finished taking to the Chieftain and he said that he will call in all of the Oompa-Loompas for us to talk to. Now, I need you do something, my dear Charlie," Wonka said, hand still on Charlie's back, leading him down another hallway in the large hut.
"What do you want me to do Mr. Wonka?"
"I need you to speak English to all of the Oompa-Loompas," Willy explained simply.
Charlie looked at Wonka, confused, and said, "English, Mr. Wonka?"
"Yeah, English. You see, usually I have to repeat my speeches to the Oompa-Loompas twice. You see, a lot of my Oompa-Loompas speak English and they prefer to speak it and the others speak Loompaish. So, I can speak Loompaish to the Oompa-Loompas and you can speak English, at the same time."
"Oh, I see," Charlie said with a grin, looking up at Willy. "So it will take less time?"
"Yeah. So it will take less time," Wonka responded, swallowing hard.
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Willy and Charlie were speaking in front of the entire work force of the factory. Where they were standing, they over-looked a large field and could see every single one of their faces. The crowd gathered there was astonishing. The sea of Oompa-Loompas varied in hundreds of colours and hues; all standing by their respective crewmates.
Of what Charlie saw, he could see in the far back the group of Oompa-Loompas that tended the Squirrels in the Nut Room, and near the middle were the orange-clad Oompa-Loompas of the Dreaming Room. At that exact moment, Charlie and Wonka were taking a break from giving out the orders to the various Oompa-Loompas. Willy was sitting on a chair, coat off, hat off, leaning back as far as he could, hands covering his face. Charlie was leaning against the rail, looking down at the sea of Oompa-Loompas.
They had been talking for half an hour. Well, Charlie had been. Wonka had been gesturing and clicking for half an hour. The only reason that Charlie knew what Wonka was saying, and what he was to say himself, was that Willy had prepared what Charlie was going to say ahead of time, so all Charlie had to do was read.
Charlie turned around and looked at Willy. He didn't look terribly well at all. During the first part of the speech, Willy started to fumble his words, or rather, his movements. But whatever Wonka was doing, he was starting to get worse and worse as the speech went on. Charlie supposed that was why he called on a break even though they were nearly done with the speech. Willy really needed a moment or more to calm down and regather his nerves.
Charlie decided to see if Wonka was all right. He had been sitting in that particular position for the past several minutes and Charlie, along with the Oompa-Loompas, was growing restless. Charlie approved Willy and stood beside the motionless figure of the Chocolatier.
Beads of sweat were clinging to the side of Willy's cheek and of what he could see of his face, he was slightly paler than usual.
Charlie put a hand on Willy's shoulder and said, "Mr. Wonka. Are you okay?"
Wonka made a strange muffled noise through his hand then said, "Yeah. Why do you ask, Charlie?"
"It's just, you asked for a break so quickly and you haven't said or done anything at all since then. I'm just worried. That's all," Charlie said, removing his hand from Wonka's shoulder.
"I'm fine, Charlie," Willy said, his eyes still covered by the back of his hand. Charlie could hear the blatant annoyance flooding his voice. "Really. I am."
"Well, then; why don't we continue with the speech?" Charlie asked.
Charlie visibly saw Wonka turn several shades paler at the comment. Willy responded slowly, "No... not yet."
"Are you sure you are all right?" Charlie asked again.
"Yes," Willy said, lying to the small boy. He felt his stomach twist with guilt as he did so. He knew that he really shouldn't lie to Charlie; he knew he really should tell Charlie the truth. But, how could he? He really didn't want Charlie to worry about him. It's not like he doesn't do that anyway, he thought to himself. Charlie always seems to be worrying about me, no matter what I do.
That was a concept that confused and frustrated Willy Wonka. He still couldn't grasp the reason why Charlie cared and worried so much. It just didn't make sense. They had only known each other for a couple of months, and Charlie was already showing that he cared for Wonka as if he had been his friend for years. Willy knew that he cared for Charlie, but he understood why. He felt like a brother to Charlie and that was how he was to treat Charlie, as a brother. But he didn't understand why Charlie seemed to be returning the feelings back.
Charlie -can't- feel the same way I feel about him. It's just impossible. Nobody thinks of me as a brother! Whizzing Whangdoodles, I'm not even related to Charlie! Willy knew that he just contradicted himself. He wasn't related to Charlie; yet, he still saw him as a little brother. Wonka just didn't want to grasp the fact that maybe the feelings were also being reflected back in the same manner.
Wonka stopped his thoughts, not wanted to stress himself out any more than he already was. He took his hand off of his forehead and looked at Charlie directly in the eyes. After a moment, he turned his gaze away. Oh yes, Charlie was starting to get his purple eyes. Another strange thing that Willy just couldn't understand about that boy. Wonka glanced back again; they weren't purple yet, but were on the verge of changing dramatically. Only a ring of deep purple surrounded the boy's pupil. That was one thing to inquire about in Charlie's family. Maybe it was genetic. Whether it was genetic or not, Willy still thought of it as an odd, strange, and creepy, coincidence.
Willy saw Charlie's eyebrows were furrowed with mild concentration and thinking, as if the small boy was trying to read the Chocolatier's mind and find the truth behind what he had said. Wonka's stomach twisted again, there was no truth behind what he had said. The truth was, Willy was not all right, whether it be physically, mentally or emotionally. In all respects, Willy was a wreck at that moment, and he was doing a heck of a good job covering it all up from the small lad. Well, not a terrific job, but good enough for Wonka to know that Charlie really didn't see how deep his "not all right" was.
Charlie sighed after a moment of concentration and he glanced up before turning back to Wonka. "Well. I suppose if you say you are, you are. But we have to finish that speech. All of the Oompa-Loompas are getting restless with waiting; they need to tend to their jobs, and this speech is holding them up."
Willy sighed; yet again, Charlie was right. Wonka straightened himself up on the chair and looked at Charlie directly for a moment. Gosh, he is almost always right, he thought. Sometimes... that just scares me.
Wonka placed on a genuine-looking grin. "Right as ever, Charlie. We have to get cracking and let those Oompa-Loompas keep on truckin'!" Charlie chuckled at Wonka's comment.
Willy got up off the chair and lifted his left arm in a stretch. Wonka looked down at his slung right arm and sighed. "Y'know Charlie, I can't wait to get this gosh-darned cast off of my arm. I can't use this worth an inch!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Wonka. It will probably be taken off in less than three weeks, from what the doctor said."
"Ah well..." Wonka sighed. He then walked over to the edge of the over-looking balcony and to the Oompa-Loompas. "Let's just get this thing over-with... kay?"
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Willy groaned, eyes closed. His head hurt tremendously, he was too cold for comfort and he was feeling slightly sick to the stomach. Wonka was, on top of all that, very confused. He could not grasp why he was lying down, in pain, and with his eyes closed. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. He felt like he had a hangover. Although, he had never actually had a hangover, gotten drunk, or had drunken any form of alcohol in his life. So he could rule that out.
His memory was fuzzy, but as his mind started to churn feebly, he remembered the speech with all the Oompa-Loompas, and the dramatic ending.
It was amazing, the first twenty minutes of the speech lasted without Wonka feeling not horrible in the least about the Oompa-Loompas staring at him. Both he and Charlie saw it as a miracle that Willy didn't seem to be as affected as they thought, and Wonka actually grew more confident as the speech went on. Wonka and Charlie supposed that Wonka's bravery was based on the fact that they were Oompa-Loompas and not humans.
However, the smoothness of the speech didn't last as long as Wonka dearly wished and hoped it would. After half an hour or so, he started to have that sickening feeling that he got around crowds and Willy felt as if he was going to faint. So he called a harsh, abrupt, break. Wonka knew that he had only been minutes from the end of the speech, but he knew that he couldn't handle the rest right away.
Once he decided to continue after a small break, he felt an inner twitching feeling that it was much too soon, that he should have waited it out longer than several minutes to recover from the first half an hour of the speech. But on he went, determined to show that foreboding feeling that nothing wrong was going to happen.
But, oh, Willy Wonka, the infamous Chocolatier… he should have learned long ago to -never- underestimate his instincts and feelings.
Near the end of the speech, he started to feel dizzy and strange again.
At first, Willy thought it was just a funny dizzy feeling that one had when you sat up much too quickly. Then it started to creep over his vision in a strange way blocking it out with the strange blobs of colour in an impeding background of black. But even though his vision was being taken away, Willy refused to be startled by the whole matter. He -had- to finish his speech, no matter what.
He fought his way through the last symbols, knowing he was swaying, feeling his way around them. Then, once the last symbol echoing "Thank you," to the Oompa-Loompas was sent, he felt himself crumple to the ground and blackness consumed him.
Willy groaned once he recalled what happened. What did Charlie think of the whole matter? Well, he knew for sure that Charlie must have panicked when he fell. But exactly what happened when he fainted, and how long ago had it been?
Wonka opened his eyes reluctantly and found that he was not gazing up at the ceiling of Oompa-Land... but the ceiling of his... bedroom? Now, how in the one hundred levels of his factory did he get there? Willy looked across the room and towards his violet-lit digital clock. It read 12:00am. Willy sighed, semi-relieved, and laid back down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. It was only twelve midnight. Hey wait...
Twelve o'clock?
Willy sat up like a bullet and stared at the clock again with mild disbelief. Wait... it couldn't be... it was only... I am -sure- that it was only Five o'clock! My clock... it must be wrong. Yeah. Wrong. That means I have to get it fixed... yes. Willy lay back down. It is probably only six o'clock... a good, reasonable, time.
A knock on the door sent Wonka into his sitting up position once again, staring at the door, waiting for whomever it was to come in.
"Mr. Wonka?" he heard from behind the door. "Mr. Wonka, are you awake? I brought a midnight snack for you. Mum thought you'd be hungry."
It must be Charlie. Wait... -Midnight- snack? It must have been late...
"Co-" he cleared his throat. "Come in, Charlie!"
The pastel-plum-red door swung open, and the lights flicked on. Charlie was there, holding a tray in one hand, and Willy's ring of keys in the other. Charlie grinned when he saw Wonka, closed the door behind him and walked quickly over to Wonka's bedside. It was astonishing that Charlie didn't spill the drink... or the soup for that matter.
"Hey... Woah!" Wonka said, looking at the large bowl of soup that was on the tray. "I thought you said midnight snack, this qualifies as a meal in my books!"
Charlie chuckled lightly. "Well, Mum said that you might be hungry. She guessed you didn't have lunch and she knows you didn't have supper. So, she got me to bring up some of her famous more-than-just-cabbage soup for you."
Charlie placed the tray on Willy's lap, making sure that nothing spilled. "I suggest you eat it up," Charlie said. "I don't know what Mum'll do to you if you don't."
"What?" Willy asked with a cute, fake, look of fear.
"She might just put a bib on you and feed you herself," said Charlie with a chuckle behind it.
"I expected as much," Willy said before taking up the spoon, and took a mouthful of soup.
"So, are you feeling any better Mr. Wonka?" Charlie asked.
Willy swallowed, ah, he expected Charlie to ask that. "Yeah. As fit as a fiddle. In fact, I feel better than a violin!"
Another chuckle, "Good. Mum was worried, you know. I was too. You just suddenly collapsed after the speech. The Oompa-Loompas didn't seem too worried themselves, though. They just organized themselves; some leaving, and others remaining. The ones that remained picked you up and carried you here, then, they fetched my Mum and Dad."
"Wow." The Oompa-Loompas never ceased to amaze Willy with the large amount of silent organization that they seemed to have. Like a hive of bees... or a hill of ants.
"Yeah. Mum said that you have to keep yourself rested for the next week, until the flight. She says that she won't let you overexert yourself again," Charlie said as Willy took another large mouthful of soup.
"Well. That keeps the rest of this week pretty event-free now doesn't it," Willy said knowledgeably after he swallowed another spoonful of soup.
"You deserve it, Mr. Wonka. Especially with what is going to happen on the twenty-second."
Wonka groaned. "Don't remind me. The less I think about it, the better I'll feel."
"Well, we'll have to face it sooner or later Mr. Wonka."
Wonka scoffed, but said nothing, taking another spoonful of the delicious soup. He knew that no matter how uneventful the next week was going to be... the two weeks or more after that were going to make up for more than just one week of silence.
In fact, Willy knew that the airplane trip alone was going to make up for it.
All Wonka could do know was wait. As much as he didn't want to.
Authors Thoughts – This Chapter is much more intersting than the last. And let me tell you much more interesting to type too. Well, I hope you'll enjoy this mroe than the last Chapter. Personally, my favorite line(s) in this Chapter is: "He felt like he had a hangover. Although, he had never actually had a hangover, gotten drunk, or had drunken any form of alcohol in his life. So he could rule that out," and "He was out of the cookie tin and into the confectionary oven." Well, I think thats what they were...
Wonka-Land Info – I allways seem to have somthing to type here, eh?
Oompa-Land – It is bigger and better than Charlie really realises. But, only Willy really knew that. Bigger homes, warmer, just perfect for the florishing Oompa-Loompa population.
Loompaish Accents - I supposed that you could talk with an accent in Loompaish. So, I thought that Willy's lack of a usuable right arm at that moment would make him talk funny or in a "accent" to the Loompas. Just a touch of detail to add to the story.
Eh? - I am Canadian you know.
The Speech? - What was exactly said? I know what they said generally, and the speech may be recounted for later use in later chapters in the form of a flashback. It mainly said what the Oompa-Loompas needed to do, and how to orgainise themselves when having to face all the troubles that Willy faces himself. And belive me, Wonka handles a lot more than most people realizes.
Chapter Sixteen Preview – A week of doing calm work and resting. Now, Wonka and Charlie are scrambling to get their bags packed for over two-weeks in one the most famous cities in the world; New York. Charlie and Wonka make a interesting trip to the airport, on the plane. It just shows that interesting things follow Wonka outside of the factory. How will the two ever survive?
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