After the previous scene, Willy Wonka pushed a button that made a ding. It's an elevator made out of glass!

"I don't know why I didn't think of this earlier. The elevator's by far the most efficient way to get around the factory!" Willy exclaimed. Willy said with a grin. This place was going to have a lot of rooms because it was so big! I looked to the side and saw buttons with room labels.

"There can't be this many floors," Mike reasoned.

"How do you know, Mr. Smarty-Pants?" Willy asked Mike, looking down on him. "And this isn't an ordinary up-and-down elevator, by the way. This elevator can go sideways, longways, slantways and any other ways you can think of!"

"You just press any button," he said, pressing one. "And, whoosh! You're off!"

The elevator abruptly shifted to the side, causing everyone to flinch. Fortunately, Miss Mitchell caught me, and the elevator began to move again. I soon see lights, followed by the outside world. I'm sure I can see the white areas around us!

Willy then pointed to the side. "Oh, look! Look!" we exclaimed as we passed by the brown and massive mountain.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fudge Mountain!" he happily announced. I was amazed, and we all waved as the Oompa-Loompas waved back.

We passed through another room where shears were being used to shear the pink sheep. This is, without a doubt, where it makes cotton candy. "Oh!" Willy was about to say something when he realized he was conflicted and added, "I'd rather not talk about this one."

Then he simply looked at Miss Mitchell, diverting his attention away from the awkward sentence.

The elevator entered a different room, where he explained that it was the Puppet Hospital and Burn Center. "It's still relatively new," he joked. When I saw the burned puppet from earlier, I cringed again.

The elevator then came to a halt and dropped down, clutching Willy and Miss Mitchell's hands for support. It kept moving until we came across a slew of desks with lights.

"Ah, the administration offices," Willy said as the elevator stopped in front of a desk. The Oompa-Loompa was dressed for work and typing away.

"Hello, Doris!" Willy waved his hand, and I followed. They returned the wave and went about their business.

The elevator moved again, this time in reverse. We went into another room after hearing fireworks and other sounds. The Oompa-Loompas were shooting targets that resulted in fireworks.

I had no idea what this room's name was, but it was so loud that I covered my ears. Willy gave me a puzzled look, but Miss Mitchell quickly explained that I can't handle fireworks right now. He simply nodded.

"Why is everything here completely pointless?" Mike asked, uninterested.

"Candy doesn't have to have a point. That's why it's candy," I reasoned with him.

But, Mike disagreed. "It's stupid! Candy is a waste of time!"

I'd never wanted to argue more, so I cut the conversation short as Miss Mitchell gave the boy a stern look. When I looked at Willy, he seemed to recognize the last sentence. As he gazed into the distance, his face made that uneasy look.

I held his hand for a few moments, telling him to concentrate on the situation at hand. Willy then turned to face me, a genuine smile on his face. Mike became agitated and said, "I wanna pick a room!" Our attention was drawn to Mike, who was staring at us.

Willy then had this grin that implied a different message. "Go ahead," he insisted. Mike looked around until he found a button with the words "Television Room" on it. When he pressed it, the elevator whizzed off to that room.

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We were standing in front of a white room with a large television. I see Oompa-Loompas wearing white suits and sunglasses, possibly to protect themselves from the bright lights.

"Here," he said, holding a couple of sunglasses. Miss Mitchell handed them to me, and I put them on right away.

"Put these on quickly, and don't take them off whatever you do. This light could burn your eyeballs right out of your skulls. And we certainly don't want that, now, do we?" Willy said, with a grin on his face.

I noticed how similar it appears to the ones he had previously. Then I deduced that he probably has a variety of sunglasses.

We followed him as Willy began to explain, "This is the testing room for my very latest and greatest invention: Television Chocolate. One day it occurred to me: Hey! If television can break up a photograph into millions and millions of tiny pieces and send it whizzing through the air then reassemble it on the other end, why can't I do the same with chocolate?"

Then, he stopped walking and added, "Why can't I send a real bar of chocolate through the television, all ready to be eaten?" We directed our attention to an Oompa-Loompa watching the TV with a remote in hand.

"Sounds impossible," Mr. Teavee countered. Willy's expression shifted to irritation.

Mike followed up by saying, "It is impossible. You don't understand anything about science. First off, there's a difference between waves and particles. Duh! Second, the amount of power it would take to convert energy into matter would be like nine atomic bombs!"

"Mumbler!" Willy shouted, then he pointed a finger. "Seriously, I cannot understand a single word you're saying." Mike didn't answer and instead kept glaring.

"Okey-dokey. I shall now send a bar of chocolate from one end of the room..." Willy pointed to the television. "...to the other by television."

He faced the Oompa-Loompas and called out, "Bring in the chocolate!" A few of them carried the large Wonka bar, slowly placing it on the white platform. It faced up the circular tube that would soon be converted into a small bar.

As we waited, our group faced the large machine. "It's gotta be real big because you know how on TV, you can film a regular-size man, and he comes out looking this tall? Same basic principle," he explained before pressing the red button.

The white platform started to rise, and the chocolate bar started to float upward. A large light post with small lights was then turned on. An Oompa-Loompa was perched on a camera-like device, which began to turn and face the chocolate bar.

We looked up to see the floating bar after the platform and the clear tube linked together. For a brief moment, the chocolate bar vanished.

"It's gone!" I said in astonishment.

"Told you. Now, that chocolate is now rushing through the air above our heads in a million tiny little pieces," Willy said. "Come over here. Come on. Come on. Come on!"

We followed him behind us as we stood in front of the television as he urged us. "Watch the screen!" exclaimed Willy. On the screen, a swarm of gorillas was rushing around.

"Here it comes..." We all waited, then slowly, the Wonka bar appeared. It was surprising that the other gorillas weren't touching it.

"Take it," Willy looked at Mike.

But, Mike declined and said, "It's just a picture on a screen."

"Scaredy-cat." Willy scoffed then looked at me. "You take it." I paused myself, doubting if the plan would work. "Go on. Just reach out and grab it," he smiled.

I looked at Miss Mitchell and she softly whispered, "Go on."

I stepped forward as everyone waited for me. I held out my hand and it went through the screen, grabbing the chocolate. I pulled my arm back, amazed with the bar in my hands.

"Oh my stars," Miss Mitchell said.

Willy clarified, "Eat it. Go on. It'll be delicious. It's the same bar. It's just gotten a little smaller on the journey, that's all." When I looked at him, he jokingly demonstrated how to "eat" the chocolate bar. I unwrapped the bar and bit into it, trying not to laugh.

"It's great!" I grinned.

"It's a miracle!" Miss Mitchell added.

"So imagine," Willy walks over to the seat where the Oompa-Loompa is sitting. "Um, you're sitting at home watching television and suddenly a commercial will flash onto the screen, and a voice will say: 'Wonka's chocolates are the best in the world! If you don't believe us, try one for yourself.' And you simply reach out and take it! How about that?" He motioned his hand, reaching in and out.

"So can you send other things? Say, like, breakfast cereal?" Mr. Teavee questioned.

"Do you have any idea what breakfast cereal's made of? It's those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners," Willy replied, with an annoyed tone.

"But could you send it by television if you wanted to?" I asked.

"Of course, I could," he smiled at me.

"What about people?" Mike then added.

Willy looked unsure then replied, "Well, why would I wanna send a person? They don't taste very good at all."

"Don't you realize what you've invented? It's a teleporter! It's the most important invention in the history of the world. And all you think about is chocolate," Mike retorted.

"Calm down, Mike," Mr. Teavee tried to convince him. "I think Mr. Wonka knows what he's talking about."

"No, he doesn't! He has no idea! You think he's a genius but he's an idiot! But I'm not," Mike snapped at his father. Then, he started to run and take leaps, pushing aside the Oompa-Loompas.

"Hey, little boy!" Willy warned. "Don't push my button."

Mike pushed the button and leapt to the platform. We took a few steps back to see what was going on. I was amazed to learn that a TV-addicted boy became active in order to accomplish this.

It began to rise, and Mike began to float. As he made silly moves and taunting waves, we began to look up. Then the light flashed, and there was silence.

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"He's gone," Mr. Teavee muttered in shock.

"Let's go check the television, see what we get," Willy said then we all rushed to the screen. Then, he added, "I sure hope no part of him gets left behind."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Teavee asked, irritated.

Willy then replied, "Oh well, sometimes only half of the little pieces find their way through."

Then, he looked at him again and gave him a grin. "If you had to choose only one half of your son, which one would it be?"

"What kind of a question is that?" The father scowled.

"No need to snap, just a question," Willy mumbled. He looked at the Oompa-Loompa and requested, "Try every channel. I'm starting to feel a little anxious."

The Oompa-Loompa grabbed the remote and changed channels. It started with the news channel, then the one with the Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots, then back to the news. There, we saw Mike slowly start to appear, smaller than before. Rock music started to play as the Oompa-Loompas prepared to sing another song for us.

"There he is!" I pointed it out.

"Mike!" Mr. Teavee began to worry.

The most important thing.

That we've ever learned.

They changed channels to an Oompa-Loompa pounding a piece of meat with a wooden mallet.

The most important thing we've learned

As far as children are concerned

Then, it was two Oompa-Loompas playing the Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots. Mike was having a hard time trying to dodge them.

Is never, never let them near

The television set.

Or better still just don't install

The idiotic thing at all.

The scene was now someone getting in the shower, I looked away before I could see the rest, but Mike was in trouble, anyway.

Never, never let them

Never, never let them.

The sound of the remote clicked as there was a group of Oompa-Loompas, with clothes inspired like the famous rock band, Queen. We kept looking back and forth to see the others dancing.

Never, never let them

Never, never let them.

It rots the senses in the head.

It keeps imagination dead.

It clogs and clutters up the mind.

It makes a child so dull and blind.

So dull, so dull!

He can no longer understand

A fairy tale, a fairyland.

A fairyland, a fairyland!

The keyboardist knocked Mike out of the keys, the guitarist did a signature rock move, and the drummer threw Mike into the air.

His brain becomes as soft as cheese.

His thinking powers rust and freeze.

He cannot think, he only sees.

The channel changed into a parody of The Beatles, and the Oompa-Loompas were holding small lights in the air. I snuck one myself so I joined alongside them.

Regarding little Mike Teavee.

We very much regret that we (regret that we)

Shall simply have to wait and see.

And see and wait

And see and wait

And see and wait

And see and wait

And see and wait

The channels kept flickering as Mike experienced a near-death event. He was almost chopped, got punched and tossed to the side on a frying pan.

We very much regret that we

Shall simply have to wait and see.

If we can get him back his height.

But if we can't

The song ends as the Oompa-Loompa reporter slammed a book on the small child.

It serves him right.

"Ew, somebody grab him," Mr. Wonka said. I can hear the faint cries of the little boy, as Mr. Teavee pulled him out of the screen.

"Oh, thank heavens. He's completely unharmed," He faked a sigh.

"Unharmed? What are you talking about?!" Mr. Teavee was angered. We took a glance at the tiny Mike, who then shouted, "Just put me back in the other way!"

"There is no other way. It's television, not telephone. There's quite a difference," Willy replied in a dull tone.

"And what exactly do you propose to do about it?" The father asked.

"I don't know. But young men are extremely springy, they stretch like mad." Willy answered.

Then, he gasped, "Let's go put him in the taffy puller!"

"Taffy puller?!" The father shouted.

"Hey, that was my idea. Boy, is he gonna be skinny. Yeah, taffy puller..." Willy mumbled to himself.

He looked to the Oompa-Loompa and told him, "I want you to take Mr. Teavee and his..." He paused to stare at Mike for a brief moment. "...little boy up to the taffy puller, 'kay? Stretch him out."

The Oompa-Loompa did as he said and dragged Mr. Teavee out with him. Willy, Miss Mitchell, and I were now in the white room. "On with the tour!" he said, tipping his hat.

We removed our sunglasses and set them to the side. Willy also removed his glasses. "There's still so much to see; how many children are left?" He turned to face us.

Miss Mitchell spoke, "Mr. Wonka, (Y/N)'s the only one left now."