Willy Wonka was a great excursion guide. He spoke about his candy so interesting that everyone listened to him attentively. When he opened the hall with a miniature door, everyone, even Augustus, still chewing his chocolate bar (and never giving anyone a single piece), gasped in surprise.
-What a beautiful place! – exclaimed Charlie.
-Oh yeah, it is beautiful. – Mr. Wonka noticed proudly.
"I wonder if he uses computer effects to impress us."- mumbled Mike. What a strange way to communicate! Does he want a single person to hear him? Anyway, this showing-off annoyed Charlie, although he personally had nothing against Mike.
-Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies. – Wonka told the kids cheerfully. –Now, dear, you can eat anything you want.
-Charlie's stomach growled. When the only dish from the everyday ration is cabbage soup, you feel a little bit weird seeing such a variety of sweets actually "growing on the trees".
Charlie took a sugar apple form the tree and bit it with pleasure.
-Hey lucky boy, how are you? – Veruca Salt appeared from behind suddenly.
-I'm so excited! Isn't everything here amazing?
-Especially computer guys, honey. – she murmured with her wide smile and walked towards her Dad.
"What a strange girl."-Charlie thought as she picked a rose lolly.
-Son, please. – the little Bucket looked to the left and saw Mr. Teavee arguing with his son.
-Dad, he said "enjoy!"- Mike said with an evil tone. It sounded scary.
"It's like an adult in a child's body. No immaturity, no fun at all. It's so awful."-the boy thought sadly. He felt pity that Mike was like, maybe, seriously ill. All these kids were.
Veruca pointed her finger to a little man standing pretty far from them.
-There's a tiny man here, Daddy!
This little man was playing golf!
-Are they real people? – Mike asked Mr. Wonka.
-Of course they're real. They're Oompa-loompas.
There were many of them, fussy, lively, and a little too helping. They looked as if they were suspecting something. While Willy Wonka explained how he found his eager workers, they grouped near the bridge.
-They all look like clones anyway. – Mike mumbled.
-Can't you just believe Mr. Wonka for one time? –Charlie Bucket suggested.
-Hmmm, no. Believing everything is so geeky.
"Augustus, sweetheart, don't do this!"- Mrs. Gloop screamed.
-He'll fall down. – Violet said.
-Yes. Typical story. –Veruca added cynically.
-What a large tube!
-I think he's already stuck.
Charlie was so knocked out that they could talk about a disaster like nothing's happening.
Then the oompas started singing: Augustus Gloop, Augustus Gloop, a great big greedy nincompoop. Augustus Gloop, so big and vile so greedy and so infantile ...
-I thought they can't speak. –grandpa noticed.
-Well, they're pretty good students. – said Wonka proudly.
Charlie still was confused about this song. So he asked the chocolate king carefully:
-Why would Augustus' name already be in the Oompa-loompa's song unless they...
-Improvisation is parlor trick, anyone can do it.
-And what's with the dancing? – Mike asked.
-I told you they're talented. They can do anything in no time. Hey, little girl. Say something. Anything.
-Chewing gum.
"Yeah, like she would say anything else." - Veruca smirked.
-Chewing gum is really gross, chewing gum I hate the most. See?
-That's the line from website! You're just cheating. – Mike said.
-Don't mumble, boy.
Charlie watched as Mike's eyes became startled. He was probably shocked by the rude answer.
-Now to the ship! – Mr. Wonka said loudly.
Charlie followed Mike and when everyone went forward, told him:
-Hey, Mike, I believe that he took these lyrics from that thing of yours, I don't know how it's called.
-Thanks. –Mike gave Charlie a faint smile.