Within the confines of Wonka's nut room, the squirrels were hard at work sorting the good and bad nuts. One squirrel entered the room through a tiny flap near one of the seats, clearly with something on his mind. If one had an animal translator (and Mr. Wonka did), one could easily hear the following conversation…
"—Oh boy…" one of the squirrels spoke, picking up a walnut from the sorting mechanism. "Another one bites the dust."
"Which one was it this time?" Another squirrel, a female, asked, tossing a walnut into the garbage chute before grabbing another walnut.
"The blueberry chick." The squirrel replied. "Last I heard, the little men just sang an embarrassing, ironic song about her and the tour's comin' here—pretty sure the snotty British girl is up next."
"Yeah, I'm sure EVERYONE can't wait to see her downfall." The latter squirrel replied, rubbing her tiny little hands together. "By the way, which one's your favorite? I kinda liked the German kid, he was cute!"
"Yeah, if you can understand what the heck he was sayin', he's all "OOH CANDEEEH! OHH NOM NOM NOM, JA?—I EATEN DER CHOCOLATE LIKE I EATEN DER WEINERSCHNITZEL!"" The first squirrel spoke, doing a loud German accent and puffing out his chest to mimic the obese boy. He laughed for a moment, slapped his tiny knee, and continued. "And then he was all "OH NOOO! I'm SHTUCKEN IN DER CHOCOLATEPIPEN!" But seriously, my money's on the poor kid."
"Yeah, I like him the most." The other squirrel replied. "I think he'll take care of us well."
Suddenly, Wonka entered the nut room, flanked by the sweet, poor child and his grandfather, the British girl, the TV-addled boy and their parents.
"Sssh! Keep cracking!" The female squirrel spoke to the male, grabbing another walnut. "It's showtime!" She smiled.