The chocolate room! From the grassy hills to the candy trees and plants to the iconic chocolate waterfall, it was like a fever dream come true.

"Now, do be careful, my dear children. Don't lose your heads. Don't get overexcited. Just keep very calm," he warned. Augustus was so entranced that he dropped his chocolate bar, while Violet opted to continue chewing instead.

"It is beautiful!" I exclaimed, gazing ahead in awe.

Mr. Wonka turned his head toward me and said, "What? Oh, yeah, it's very nice," with a nonchalant tone.

Mr. Wonka continued to lead us through the factory, and we followed closely behind him. I held on to Miss Mitchell's hand, not wanting to lose myself in the factory.

"Every drop of the river is hot, melted chocolate of the finest quality," he elaborated. We walked along the bridge in the center of the room, facing the waterfall.

He added, "The waterfall is most important. It mixes the chocolate, churns it up, and makes it light and frothy."

"And, by the way, no other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by waterfall, my dear children. And you can take that to the bank!" Mr. Wonka exclaimed with pride.

As we continued to follow him, Mr. Wonka suddenly noticed something and called our attention to it. We turned our heads to see what he was pointing at.

"People," Mr. Wonka continued, "those pipes suck up the chocolate and carry it away all over the factory. Thousands of gallons an hour. Yeah!"

He then showed the grassy area. "And do you like my meadow? Try some of my grass. Please have a blade. Please do. It's so delectable and so darn good-looking!" he said.

"You can eat the grass?" I asked.

"Of course you can. 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. Yeah!" he grinned again.

Mr. Wonka granted us the opportunity to explore the room and indulge our senses. "Enjoy!" he encouraged.

"Go on! Scoot, scoot!" Mr. Wonka urged, and everyone eagerly dispersed. Augustus, driven by his gluttony, was the first to venture away from the group.

"Come on, (Y/N). We haven't got all day!" Miss Mitchell said excitedly. I assured her that I would catch up shortly, and she continued on her own.

Mr. Wonka noticed me standing still and walked over to me. "So, what are you going to do? Don't you want to explore like the others?" he asked.

I shared my feelings with him, saying, "Oh well, it's so overwhelming, Mr. Wonka. All my life, I didn't eat candy as much as other kids. I only get a few on my birthday every year." I sighed, a hint of desperation in my voice.

Mr. Wonka listened to me and then asked again, "Oh, wow. It must've been hard for you to live in an orphanage, hasn't it?"

I mustered a small smile and replied, "Oh, it's not that bad! We're just living the good life, that's all."

Mr. Wonka chuckled at my response and added, "Just call me Willy next time. Calling me 'Mr.' or 'Sir' makes me old!" I chuckled at his response.

As we continued to talk about the wonders of the room, Miss Mitchell returned with two candy apples. We ate together, savoring the flavor.

Amid our enjoyment, Veruca suddenly called out to her father, "Daddy, look over there!" She pointed to a small figure in the distance who appeared to be working near the grass.

"What is it? It's a little person. Over there, by the waterfall!" Veruca's exclamation prompted all of us to gather and see what she had spotted.

"There's two of them," Mrs. Beauregarde said.

"There's more than two," Mr. Teavee added.

The small workers were going about their routine tasks in the chocolate room, like picking stuff from the candy trees and gathering materials for the factory.

"Where do they come from?" Mrs. Gloop wondered.

"Who are they?" I began to ask.

"Are they real people?" Mike gave a side glance to Willy.

"Of course they're real people. They're Oompa-Loompas," Willy affirmed.

"Oompa-Loompas?" Mr. Salt was perplexed, as were the rest of us.

"Imported, direct from Loompaland," Willy provided a prompt response.

Mr. Teavee then replied, "There's no such place."

"What?" Willy slightly turned his head.

"Mr. Wonka, I teach high school geography, and I'm here to tell you—" Mr. Teavee almost finished his answer, but he was cut off by Willy again.

"Well, then you'll know all about it, and oh, what a terrible country it is," Willy continued, his tone laced with offense.

Willy began to tell us the story of his journey to Loompaland, describing it as a place filled with thick jungles inhabited by the most dangerous beasts in the world.

His initial goal for visiting was to find exotic new flavors for his candy, but he ended up discovering the Oompa-Loompas. They lived high above the ground in tree houses to avoid the fierce creatures that roamed the jungle below.

Willy went on to say that the Oompa-Loompas lived on a diet of green caterpillars, which he found repulsive. In their quest to make the caterpillars more palatable, they tried various ingredients, such as red beetles and the bark of the bong-bong tree. All of which were deemed less repulsive than caterpillars.

But what the Oompa-Loompas longed for most were cocoa beans. Finding even three or four cocoa beans in a year was considered lucky for them, and their craving for these beans was insatiable.

Willy explained that the cocoa bean was the primary ingredient for making chocolate, and he proposed a deal to the chief of the Oompa-Loompas using their native Loompaland language.

Willy then emphasized, "They are such wonderful workers. I feel I must warn you, though, they are rather mischievous. Always making jokes," which prompted a hearty laugh from him.

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I heard Mrs. Gloop's urgent shout, "Augustus, my child, that is not a good thing you do!" It drew our attention to the scene where Augustus was recklessly reaching into the chocolate waterfall with his hands.

"Hey, little boy? My chocolate must be untouched by human hands," Willy shouted, but it's not enough for Augustus to hear, who remained focused on eating the chocolate river.

Suddenly, Augustus let out a small scream and tumbled into the chocolate river, leaving the parents in gasping shock. Willy, on the other hand, appeared to anticipate this turn of events.

I couldn't help but internally facepalm as I watched the situation unfold. Augustus struggled to swim to the river's edge, but he seemed to be failing in his efforts.

Mrs. Gloop, increasingly alarmed, looked to Willy for help, but he remained surprisingly passive.

Willy's gaze was fixed on the massive pipes we would see earlier, and I could not help but wonder if he was planning something else. The small smirk that played on his lips hinted at a hidden agenda, one that Mrs. Gloop was unlikely to appreciate. The scene continued to unfold, leaving us all on edge, unsure of what was to come.

"Augustus! Augustus, watch out!" Mrs. Gloop called out. With the large and long pipe placed on the chocolate river, it started to suck up the chocolate, Augustus included.

As Augustus's screams echoed through the factory, growing louder each time he circled around the pipe, Mrs. Gloop and the rest of us watched in shock.

Augustus was gradually drawn into the pipe, swept along with the flowing chocolate. However, there was a brief pause as the pipe appeared to slightly burst near one of the white rims, possibly due to the hefty boy's pressure.

The pipe continued to lift Augustus up. "There he goes," Violet said, and everyone in the room looked up, looking in the direction where Augustus was stuck.

"Call the fire brigade!" Mrs. Gloop shrieked.

"It's a wonder how that pipe is big enough," Mrs. Beauregarde commented.

Augustus began to slow down. "It isn't big enough; he's slowing down!" I exclaimed.

"He's gonna stick," Mike added. Then Augustus kept screaming inside the chocolate-covered pipe.

"I think he has..." Mr. Teavee noticed.

Augustus grunted as he tried to move, but he was too stuck to even look around. "He's blocked the whole pipe." Mr. Salt gawked.

"Look. The Oompa-Loompas." I directed our attention to the workers. They all seem to be prepared for a special song.

"What are they doing?" asked Veruca.

"They're going to treat us to a little song. It is quite a special occasion; of course, they haven't had a fresh audience in many a moon." Willy kept smiling.

Then, the Oompa-Loompas stopped their work and ran to their assigned positions. They started to sing and dance, all while poor Augustus was stuck in the pipe.

Augustus Gloop, Augustus Gloop.
The great, big, greedy nincompoop
Augustus Gloop, so big and vile
So greedy, foul, and infantile.

"Come on!" we cry. "The time is ripe."
"To send him shooting up the pipe!"
But don't, dear children, be alarmed.
Augustus Gloop will not be harmed

Augustus Gloop will not be harmed.

Then a few of them put on their yellow swim caps and dove into the chocolate river. They formed a formation as they circled the pipe.

Although, of course, we must admit
He will be altered quite a bit.
Slowly, wheels go round and round.
And cogs begin to grind and pound.

This greedy brute, this louse's ear
Is loved by people everywhere.
Who could hate or bear a grudge?
Against a luscious bit of fudge?

As they finished their special number, Augustus shot up through the pipe and could be seen through a small, circle-shaped window. The Oompa-Loompas' song faded away, and they ran back to their normal jobs.

"Bravo! Well done! Aren't they delightful? Aren't they charming?" He cheerfully said, clapping with his gloved hands.

"I do say that all seemed rather rehearsed," Mr. Salt said through his suspicion.

Mike raised his eyes to the pipe once more. "Like they knew it was going to happen."

"Oh, poppycock," Willy muttered dismissively, using a word that struck me as rather amusing. As we prepared to move on, Mrs. Gloop asked about Augustus's whereabouts.

"Where is my son? Where does that pipe go to?" she implored, pointing to the direction in which the pipe had taken Augustus.

Willy responded, "That pipe, it just so happens to lead directly to the room where I make delicious strawberry-flavored, chocolate-coated fudge!"

"Then he will be made into strawberry-flavored, chocolate-coated fudge. They'll be selling him by the pound all over the world." Mrs. Gloop freaked out.

Willy shook his head in apparent disapproval, saying, "No. I wouldn't allow it. The taste would be terrible. Can you imagine Augustus-flavored, chocolate-coated Gloop? Ew. No one would buy it."

He's right, though. Willy is not the type of person who would kill a child in front of us (despite his unfazed appearance), and he certainly does not sell candy made from children. It sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen.

Mrs. Gloop, clearly not satisfied with Willy's response, glanced at him with a mixture of concern and disbelief. In response, Willy made a peculiar sound that called an Oompa-Loompa to his side.

He leaned down to speak to the Oompa-Loompa and said, "I want you to take Mrs. Gloop up to the Fudge Room, okay? Help her find her son. And, take a long stick and start poking around in the big chocolate-mixing barrel, okay?"

The Oompa-Loompa crossed his arms, and so did Willy. It then approached Mrs. Gloop, tugging on its own skirt to get her attention. With little choice, she followed the Oompa-Loompa, leaving the rest of us to ponder the outcome of Augustus's accident.