A steamy mist was rising up now fro

A steamy mist was rising up now from the great warm chocolate river, and out of the mist there appeared suddenly a most fantastic pink boat. It was a large open row boat with a tall front and a tall back (like a Viking boat of old), and it was of such a shining sparkling glistening pink colour that the whole thing looked as though it were made of bright, pink glass. There were many oars on either side of it, and as the boat came closer, the watchers on the riverbank could see that the oars were being pulled by masses of Oompa-Loompas — at least ten of them to each oar. 'This is my private yacht!' cried Mr Wonka, beaming with pleasure. 'I made her by hollowing out an enormous boiled sweet! Isn't she beautiful! See how she comes cutting through the river!' The gleaming pink boiled-sweet boat glided up to the riverbank. One hundred Oompa-Loompas rested on their oars and stared up at the visitors. Then suddenly, for some reason best known to themselves, they all burst into shrieks of laughter. 'What's so funny?' asked Violet Beauregarde. 'Oh, don't worry about them!' cried Mr Wonka. 'They're always laughing! They think everything's a colossal joke! Jump into the boat, all of you! Come on! Hurry up!' As soon as everyone was safely in, the Oompa-Loompas pushed the boat away from the bank and began to row swiftly downriver. 'Hey, there! Mike Teavee!' shouted Mr Wonka. 'Please do not lick the boat with your tongue! It'll only make it sticky!'
'Daddy,' said Veruca Salt, 'I want a boat like this! I want you to buy me a big pink boiled-sweet boat exactly like Mr Wonka's! And I want lots of Oompa-Loompas to row me about, and I want a chocolate river and I want . . . I want . . .' 'She wants a good kick in the pants,' whispered Grandpa Joe to Charlie. The old man was sitting in the back of the boat and little Charlie Bucket was right beside him. Charlie was holding tightly on to his grandfather's bony old hand. He was in a whirl of excitement. Everything that he had seen so far — the great chocolate river, the waterfall, the huge sucking pipes, the minty sugar meadows, the Oompa-Loompas, the beautiful pink boat, and most of all, Mr Willy Wonka himself
— had been so astonishing that he began to wonder whether there could possibly be any more astonishments left. Where were they going now? What were they going to see? And what in the world was going to happen in the next room? 'Isn't it marvellous?' said Grandpa Joe, grinning at Charlie. Charlie nodded and smiled up at the old man. Suddenly, Mr Wonka, who was sitting on Charlie's other side, reached down into the bottom of the boat, picked up a large mug, dipped it into the river, filled it with chocolate, and handed it to Charlie. 'Drink this,' he said. 'It'll do you good! You look starved to death!'
Then Mr Wonka filled a second mug and gave it to Grandpa Joe. 'You, too,' he said. 'You look like a skeleton! What's the matter? Hasn't there been anything to eat in your house lately?' 'Not much,' said Grandpa Joe. Charlie put the mug to his lips, and as the rich warm creamy chocolate ran down his throat into his empty tummy, his whole body from head to toe began to tingle with pleasure, and a feeling of intense happiness spread over him. 'You like it?' asked Mr Wonka. 'Oh, it's wonderful!' Charlie said. 'The creamiest loveliest chocolate I've ever tasted!' said Grandpa Joe, smacking his lips. 'That's because it's been mixed by waterfall,' Mr Wonka told him. The boat sped on down the river. The river was getting narrower. There was some kind of a dark tunnel ahead — a great round tunnel that looked like an enormous pipe — and the river was running right into the tunnel. And so was the boat! 'Row on!' shouted Mr Wonka, jumping up and waving his stick in the air. 'Full speed ahead!' And with the Oompa-Loompas rowing faster than ever, the boat shot into the pitch-dark tunnel, and all the passengers screamed with excitement.
'How can they see where they're going?' shrieked Violet Beauregarde in the darkness. 'There's no knowing where they're going!' cried Mr Wonka, hooting with laughter. 'There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction they are going! There's no knowing where they're rowing, Or which way the river's flowing! Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing . . .' 'He's gone off his rocker!' shouted one of the fathers, aghast, and the other parents joined in the chorus of frightened shouting. 'He's crazy!' they shouted. 'He's balmy!' 'He's nutty!'
'He's screwy!' 'He's batty!' 'He's dippy!' 'He's dotty!' 'He's daffy!' 'He's goofy!' 'He's beany!' 'He's buggy!' 'He's wacky!' 'He's loony!' 'No, he is not!' said Grandpa Joe. 'Switch on the lights!' shouted Mr Wonka. And suddenly, on came the lights and the whole tunnel was brilliantly lit up, and Charlie could see that they were indeed inside a gigantic pipe, and the great upward-curving walls of the pipe were pure white and spotlessly clean. The river of chocolate was flowing very fast inside the pipe, and the Oompa-Loompas were all rowing like mad, and the boat was rocketing along at a furious pace. Mr Wonka was jumping up and down in the back of the boat and calling to the rowers to row faster and faster still. He seemed to love the sensation of whizzing through a white tunnel in a pink boat on a chocolate river, and he clapped his hands and laughed and kept glancing at his passengers to see if they were enjoying it as much as he. 'Look, Grandpa!' cried Charlie. 'There's a door in the wall!' It was a green door and it was set into the wall of the tunnel just above the level of the river. As they flashed past it there was just enough time to read the writing on the door: STOREROOM NUMBER 54, it said. ALL THE CREAMS — DAIRY CREAM, WHIPPED CREAM, VIOLET CREAM, COFFEE CREAM, PINEAPPLE CREAM, VANILLA CREAM, AND HAIR CREAM. 'Hair cream?' cried Mike Teavee. 'You don't use hair cream?' 'Row on!' shouted Mr Wonka. 'There's no time to answer silly questions!' They streaked past a black door. STOREROOM NUMBER 71, it said on it. WHIPS — ALL SHAPES AND SIZES. 'Whips!' cried Veruca Salt. 'What on earth do you use whips for?' 'For whipping cream, of course,' said Mr Wonka. 'How can you whip cream without whips? Whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all unless it's been whipped with whips. Just as a poached egg isn't a poached egg unless it's been stolen from the woods in the dead of night! Row on, please!' They passed a yellow door on which it said: STOREROOM NUMBER 77 — ALL THE BEANS, CACAO BEANS, COFFEE BEANS, JELLY BEANS, AND HAS BEANS. 'Has beans?' cried Violet Beauregarde. 'You're one yourself!' said Mr Wonka. 'There's no time for arguing! Press on, press on!' But five seconds later, when a bright red door came into sight ahead, he suddenly waved his gold-topped cane in the air and shouted, 'Stop the boat!'

A steamy mist was rising up now from the great warm chocolate river, and out of the mist there appeared suddenly a most fantastic pink boat. It was a large open row boat with a tall front and a tall back (like a Viking boat of old), and it was of such a shining sparkling glistening pink colour that the whole thing looked as though it were made of bright, pink glass. There were many oars on either side of it, and as the boat came closer, the watchers on the riverbank could see that the oars were being pulled by masses of Oompa-Loompas — at least ten of them to each oar. 'This is my private yacht!' cried Mr Wonka, beaming with pleasure. 'I made her by hollowing out an enormous boiled sweet! Isn't she beautiful! See how she comes cutting through the river!' The gleaming pink boiled-sweet boat glided up to the riverbank. One hundred Oompa-Loompas rested on their oars and stared up at the visitors. Then suddenly, for some reason best known to themselves, they all burst into shrieks of laughter. 'What's so funny?' asked Violet Beauregarde. 'Oh, don't worry about them!' cried Mr Wonka. 'They're always laughing! They think everything's a colossal joke! Jump into the boat, all of you! Come on! Hurry up!' As soon as everyone was safely in, the Oompa-Loompas pushed the boat away from the bank and began to row swiftly downriver. 'Hey, there! Mike Teavee!' shouted Mr Wonka. 'Please do not lick the boat with your tongue! It'll only make it sticky!' 
'Daddy,' said Veruca Salt, 'I want a boat like this! I want you to buy me a big pink boiled-sweet boat exactly like Mr Wonka's! And I want lots of Oompa-Loompas to row me about, and I want a chocolate river and I want . . . I want . . .' 'She wants a good kick in the pants,' whispered Grandpa Joe to Charlie. The old man was sitting in the back of the boat and little Charlie Bucket was right beside him. Charlie was holding tightly on to his grandfather's bony old hand. He was in a whirl of excitement. Everything that he had seen so far — the great chocolate river, the waterfall, the huge sucking pipes, the minty sugar meadows, the Oompa-Loompas, the beautiful pink boat, and most of all, Mr Willy Wonka himself
— had been so astonishing that he began to wonder whether there could possibly be any more astonishments left. Where were they going now? What were they going to see? And what in the world was going to happen in the next room? 'Isn't it marvellous?' said Grandpa Joe, grinning at Charlie. Charlie nodded and smiled up at the old man. Suddenly, Mr Wonka, who was sitting on Charlie's other side, reached down into the bottom of the boat, picked up a large mug, dipped it into the river, filled it with chocolate, and handed it to Charlie. 'Drink this,' he said. 'It'll do you good! You look starved to death!' 
Then Mr Wonka filled a second mug and gave it to Grandpa Joe. 'You, too,' he said. 'You look like a skeleton! What's the matter? Hasn't there been anything to eat in your house lately?' 'Not much,' said Grandpa Joe. Charlie put the mug to his lips, and as the rich warm creamy chocolate ran down his throat into his empty tummy, his whole body from head to toe began to tingle with pleasure, and a feeling of intense happiness spread over him. 'You like it?' asked Mr Wonka. 'Oh, it's wonderful!' Charlie said. 'The creamiest loveliest chocolate I've ever tasted!' said Grandpa Joe, smacking his lips. 'That's because it's been mixed by waterfall,' Mr Wonka told him. The boat sped on down the river. The river was getting narrower. There was some kind of a dark tunnel ahead — a great round tunnel that looked like an enormous pipe — and the river was running right into the tunnel. And so was the boat! 'Row on!' shouted Mr Wonka, jumping up and waving his stick in the air. 'Full speed ahead!' And with the Oompa-Loompas rowing faster than ever, the boat shot into the pitch-dark tunnel, and all the passengers screamed with excitement. 
'How can they see where they're going?' shrieked Violet Beauregarde in the darkness. 'There's no knowing where they're going!' cried Mr Wonka, hooting with laughter. 'There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction they are going! There's no knowing where they're rowing, Or which way the river's flowing! Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing . . .' 'He's gone off his rocker!' shouted one of the fathers, aghast, and the other parents joined in the chorus of frightened shouting. 'He's crazy!' they shouted. 'He's balmy!' 'He's nutty!' 
'He's screwy!' 'He's batty!' 'He's dippy!' 'He's dotty!' 'He's daffy!' 'He's goofy!' 'He's beany!' 'He's buggy!' 'He's wacky!' 'He's loony!' 'No, he is not!' said Grandpa Joe. 'Switch on the lights!' shouted Mr Wonka. And suddenly, on came the lights and the whole tunnel was brilliantly lit up, and Charlie could see that they were indeed inside a gigantic pipe, and the great upward-curving walls of the pipe were pure white and spotlessly clean. The river of chocolate was flowing very fast inside the pipe, and the Oompa-Loompas were all rowing like mad, and the boat was rocketing along at a furious pace. Mr Wonka was jumping up and down in the back of the boat and calling to the rowers to row faster and faster still. He seemed to love the sensation of whizzing through a white tunnel in a pink boat on a chocolate river, and he clapped his hands and laughed and kept glancing at his passengers to see if they were enjoying it as much as he. 'Look, Grandpa!' cried Charlie. 'There's a door in the wall!' It was a green door and it was set into the wall of the tunnel just above the level of the river. As they flashed past it there was just enough time to read the writing on the door: STOREROOM NUMBER 54, it said. ALL THE CREAMS — DAIRY CREAM, WHIPPED CREAM, VIOLET CREAM, COFFEE CREAM, PINEAPPLE CREAM, VANILLA CREAM, AND HAIR CREAM. 'Hair cream?' cried Mike Teavee. 'You don't use hair cream?' 'Row on!' shouted Mr Wonka. 'There's no time to answer silly questions!' They streaked past a black door. STOREROOM NUMBER 71, it said on it. WHIPS — ALL SHAPES AND SIZES. 'Whips!' cried Veruca Salt. 'What on earth do you use whips for?' 'For whipping cream, of course,' said Mr Wonka. 'How can you whip cream without whips? Whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all unless it's been whipped with whips. Just as a poached egg isn't a poached egg unless it's been stolen from the woods in the dead of night! Row on, please!' They passed a yellow door on which it said: STOREROOM NUMBER 77 — ALL THE BEANS, CACAO BEANS, COFFEE BEANS, JELLY BEANS, AND HAS BEANS. 'Has beans?' cried Violet Beauregarde. 'You're one yourself!' said Mr Wonka. 'There's no time for arguing! Press on, press on!' But five seconds later, when a bright red door came into sight ahead, he suddenly waved his gold-topped cane in the air and shouted, 'Stop the boat!'

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A steamy mist was rising up now from the great warm chocolate river, and out of the mist there appeared suddenly a most fantastic pink boat. It was a large open row boat with a tall front and a tall back (like a Viking boat of old), and it was of such a shining sparkling glistening pink colour that the whole thing looked as though it were made of bright, pink glass. There were many oars on either side of it, and as the boat came closer, the watchers on the riverbank could see that the oars were being pulled by masses of Oompa-Loompas — at least ten of them to each oar. 'This is my private yacht!' cried Mr Wonka, beaming with pleasure. 'I made her by hollowing out an enormous boiled sweet! Isn't she beautiful! See how she comes cutting through the river!' The gleaming pink boiled-sweet boat glided up to the riverbank. One hundred Oompa-Loompas rested on their oars and stared up at the visitors. Then suddenly, for some reason best known to themselves, they all burst into shrieks of laughter. 'What's so funny?' asked Violet Beauregarde. 'Oh, don't worry about them!' cried Mr Wonka. 'They're always laughing! They think everything's a colossal joke! Jump into the boat, all of you! Come on! Hurry up!' As soon as everyone was safely in, the Oompa-Loompas pushed the boat away from the bank and began to row swiftly downriver. 'Hey, there! Mike Teavee!' shouted Mr Wonka. 'Please do not lick the boat with your tongue! It'll only make it sticky!' 'Daddy,' said Veruca Salt, 'I want a boat like this! I want you to buy me a big pink boiled-sweet boat exactly like Mr Wonka's! And I want lots of Oompa-Loompas to row me about, and I want a chocolate river and I want . . . I want . . .' 'She wants a good kick in the pants,' whispered Grandpa Joe to Charlie. The old man was sitting in the back of the boat and little Charlie Bucket was right beside him. Charlie was holding tightly on to his grandfather's bony old hand. He was in a whirl of excitement. Everything that he had seen so far — the great chocolate river, the waterfall, the huge sucking pipes, the minty sugar meadows, the Oompa-Loompas, the beautiful pink boat, and most of all, Mr Willy Wonka himself— had been so astonishing that he began to wonder whether there could possibly be any more astonishments left. Where were they going now? What were they going to see? And what in the world was going to happen in the next room? 'Isn't it marvellous?' said Grandpa Joe, grinning at Charlie. Charlie nodded and smiled up at the old man. Suddenly, Mr Wonka, who was sitting on Charlie's other side, reached down into the bottom of the boat, picked up a large mug, dipped it into the river, filled it with chocolate, and handed it to Charlie. 'Drink this,' he said. 'It'll do you good! You look starved to death!' Then Mr Wonka filled a second mug and gave it to Grandpa Joe. 'You, too,' he said. 'You look like a skeleton! What's the matter? Hasn't there been anything to eat in your house lately?' 'Not much,' said Grandpa Joe. Charlie put the mug to his lips, and as the rich warm creamy chocolate ran down his throat into his empty tummy, his whole body from head to toe began to tingle with pleasure, and a feeling of intense happiness spread over him. 'You like it?' asked Mr Wonka. 'Oh, it's wonderful!' Charlie said. 'The creamiest loveliest chocolate I've ever tasted!' said Grandpa Joe, smacking his lips. 'That's because it's been mixed by waterfall,' Mr Wonka told him. The boat sped on down the river. The river was getting narrower. There was some kind of a dark tunnel ahead — a great round tunnel that looked like an enormous pipe — and the river was running right into the tunnel. And so was the boat! 'Row on!' shouted Mr Wonka, jumping up and waving his stick in the air. 'Full speed ahead!' And with the Oompa-Loompas rowing faster than ever, the boat shot into the pitch-dark tunnel, and all the passengers screamed with excitement. 'How can they see where they're going?' shrieked Violet Beauregarde in the darkness. 'There's no knowing where they're going!' cried Mr Wonka, hooting with laughter. 'There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction they are going! There's no knowing where they're rowing, Or which way the river's flowing! Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing . . .' 'He's gone off his rocker!' shouted one of the fathers, aghast, and the other parents joined in the chorus of frightened shouting. 'He's crazy!' they shouted. 'He's balmy!' 'He's nutty!' 'He's screwy!' 'He's batty!' 'He's dippy!' 'He's dotty!' 'He's daffy!' 'He's goofy!' 'He's beany!' 'He's buggy!' 'He's wacky!' 'He's loony!' 'No, he is not!' said Grandpa Joe. 'Switch on the lights!' shouted Mr Wonka. And suddenly, on came the lights and the whole tunnel was brilliantly lit up, and Charlie could see that they were indeed inside a gigantic pipe, and the great upward-curving walls of the pipe were pure white and spotlessly clean. The river of chocolate was flowing very fast inside the pipe, and the Oompa-Loompas were all rowing like mad, and the boat was rocketing along at a furious pace. Mr Wonka was jumping up and down in the back of the boat and calling to the rowers to row faster and faster still. He seemed to love the sensation of whizzing through a white tunnel in a pink boat on a chocolate river, and he clapped his hands and laughed and kept glancing at his passengers to see if they were enjoying it as much as he. 'Look, Grandpa!' cried Charlie. 'There's a door in the wall!' It was a green door and it was set into the wall of the tunnel just above the level of the river. As they flashed past it there was just enough time to read the writing on the door: STOREROOM NUMBER 54, it said. ALL THE CREAMS — DAIRY CREAM, WHIPPED CREAM, VIOLET CREAM, COFFEE CREAM, PINEAPPLE CREAM, VANILLA CREAM, AND HAIR CREAM. 'Hair cream?' cried Mike Teavee. 'You don't use hair cream?' 'Row on!' shouted Mr Wonka. 'There's no time to answer silly questions!' They streaked past a black door. STOREROOM NUMBER 71, it said on it. WHIPS — ALL SHAPES AND SIZES. 'Whips!' cried Veruca Salt. 'What on earth do you use whips for?' 'For whipping cream, of course,' said Mr Wonka. 'How can you whip cream without whips? Whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all unless it's been whipped with whips. Just as a poached egg isn't a poached egg unless it's been stolen from the woods in the dead of night! Row on, please!' They passed a yellow door on which it said: STOREROOM NUMBER 77 — ALL THE BEANS, CACAO BEANS, COFFEE BEANS, JELLY BEANS, AND HAS BEANS. 'Has beans?' cried Violet Beauregarde. 'You're one yourself!' said Mr Wonka. 'There's no time for arguing! Press on, press on!' But five seconds later, when a bright red door came into sight ahead, he suddenly waved his gold-topped cane in the air and shouted, 'Stop the boat!'

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หมอกร้อนเพิ่มขึ้นขึ้นจากแม่น้ำใหญ่ช็อกโกแลตอุ่นๆ ออกมาจากหมอกก็มาปรากฏตัวที่ยอดเยี่ยมที่สุดสีชมพูเรื่อ มันเป็นเรือขนาดใหญ่เปิดด้วยหน้าสูงและสูงกลับ ( เหมือนเรือไวกิ้งโบราณ ) , และมัน เช่น ส่องแสงระยิบระยับวิบวับสีชมพูที่ทุกอย่างดูราวกับว่ามันถูกสร้างจากแก้วสีชมพูจ้า มีพายมากทั้งสองข้าง และเป็นเรือเข้ามาใกล้ ยามบนริมฝั่งแม่น้ำเห็นคนพายถูกดึงโดยมวลของ oompa loompas อย่างน้อยสิบของพวกเขากับแต่ละพาย’ นี้เป็นเรือยอชท์ส่วนตัวของฉัน ! ร้องคุณ วองก้า ยิ้มแย้มแจ่มใสด้วยความสุข . ฉันทำของเธอโดย hollowing ออกมหาศาลต้มหวาน เธอไม่ได้สวย ดูว่าเธอจะตัดผ่านแม่น้ำ ! ที่แพรวชมพูต้มเรือหวานกไลดิดถึงตลิ่ง หนึ่งร้อย oompa loompas rested บนไม้พาย และจ้องไปที่ผู้เข้าชม ทันใดนั้น บางเหตุผลที่ดีที่สุดที่รู้จักตัวเอง พวกเขาทั้งหมดออกมาเป็น shrieks ของเสียงหัวเราะ . . . ขำอะไร ? " ถามชื่อ ไวโอเล็ต เบลเกรด โอ้ , ไม่ต้องกังวลเกี่ยวกับพวกเขา ! ร้อง " มิสเตอร์วองก้า เขากำลังหัวเราะ ! พวกเขาคิดว่าทุกอย่างเป็นเรื่องตลกมหึมา ! กระโดดเข้าไปในเรือทั้งหมดของคุณ ! เร็วเข้า ! เร็วเข้า ! ทันทีที่ทุกคนอย่างปลอดภัยใน oompa loompas ผลักเรือออกจากฝั่ง และเริ่มแถวฉิวใต้น้ำกันเลย . . . เฮ้ , นั่น ไมค์ ทีวี " ตะโกนว่า " มิสเตอร์วองก้า โปรดอย่าเลียเรือด้วยลิ้นของคุณ มันแค่จะทำให้มันเหนียว !" พ่อ " เวรูก้า เกลือ ผมต้องการเรือแบบนี้ ฉันต้องการให้คุณซื้อฉันสีชมพูหวานเหมือนเรือใหญ่ต้มนายวองก้า และฉันต้องการมากของ oompa loompas แถวฉัน และฉันต้องการช็อคโกแลต แม่น้ำ และฉันต้องการ . . . . . . . ที่ฉันต้องการ . . . . . . . " " เธออยากเตะในกางเกง กระซิบคุณตาโจ ชาร์ลี ชายชรานั่งอยู่ในด้านหลังของเรือ และหนูน้อยชาร์ลีถังอยู่ข้างๆเขา ชาร์ลีไว้แน่นกับปู่ของเขา กระดูกเก่ามือ เขาอยู่ในน้ำวนของความตื่นเต้น ทุกอย่างที่เขาได้เห็นเพื่อให้ห่างไกล - มหาช็อกโกแลต แม่น้ำ น้ำตก ขนาดใหญ่ดูดท่อ , ทุ่งหญ้าน้ำตาลมิ้นต์ , oompa loompas เรือสีชมพูสวยงาม และมากที่สุดของทั้งหมด คุณวิลลี่ วองก้าเอง- มีช่างน่าอัศจรรย์ที่เขาเริ่มที่จะสงสัยว่า อาจจะมีเพิ่มเติมใด ๆ astonishments ซ้าย พวกเขาไปที่ไหนนะ ? แล้วเค้าจะเห็นมั้ย และอะไรในโลกก็เกิดขึ้นในห้องถัดไป ? มันไม่ประหลาด ? บอกคุณตาโจ ยิ้มที่ชาร์ลี ชาลีพยักหน้าและยิ้มที่ชายชรา ทันใดนั้น มิสเตอร์วองก้า ผู้นั่งอยู่บน ชาลี อีกข้างเอื้อมลงสู่ด้านล่างของเรือ หยิบแก้วขนาดใหญ่จุ่มมันลงไปในแม่น้ำ มันเต็มไปด้วยช็อคโกแลต และส่งมันให้กับชาร์ลี . . . ดื่มนี้ " , " " เขากล่าวว่า มันจะดีสำหรับคุณ ! คุณดูหิวตาย !จากนั้นนายวองก้าเต็มแก้วที่สองและให้คุณตาโจ . . . คุณด้วย " " เขากล่าวว่า คุณเหมือนโครงกระดูก เกิดอะไรขึ้น ? ไม่ได้มีอะไรในบ้านบ้างไหม " " ไม่มาก " คุณตาโจ ชาร์ลีวางแก้วกับริมฝีปากของเขาและอุดมไปด้วยครีมช็อกโกแลตอุ่นๆ วิ่งลงลำคอของเขาเข้าไปในท้องว่างของเขา ร่างกายตั้งแต่หัวจรดเท้า เริ่มซ่ากับความสุข และความรู้สึกของความสุขที่รุนแรงแผ่กระจายไปทั่วเขา คุณชอบมันไหม ? ถามคุณวองก้า” โอ้ มันวิเศษมาก ! ชาร์ลีกล่าวว่า . ที่สวยที่สุดที่ผมเคยได้ลิ้มรส creamiest ช็อกโกแลต ! บอกคุณตาโจ ดูดริมฝีปาก’ นั่นเป็นเพราะมันถูกผสมด้วยน้ำตก " มิสเตอร์วองก้าบอก เรือวิ่งในแม่น้ำ แม่น้ำเริ่มแคบลง มีบางชนิดของอุโมงค์มืดเลย - เยี่ยมรอบอุโมงค์ที่ดูเหมือนท่อ - ขนาดมหึมา และแม่น้ำกำลังวิ่งเข้าไปในอุโมงค์ และก็เป็นเรือ ! แถวบน ! นายวองก้าตะโกน กระโดดขึ้นและโบกไม้เท้าไปในอากาศ . . . ความเร็วเต็มไปข้างหน้า ! และมี oompa loompas พายได้เร็วขึ้นกว่าที่เคย เรือยิงเข้าไปในอุโมงค์ที่มืดมิด และผู้โดยสารทุกคนกรีดร้องด้วยความตื่นเต้นทำไมพวกเขาดูว่าพวกเขาจะไปไหน ? กรีดร้อง โบรีการ์ดสีม่วงในความมืด . . . ไม่มีใครทราบว่าพวกเขาจะ ! ร้องคุณ วองก้า ร้องด้วยเสียงหัวเราะ . ไม่มีทางที่โลกรู้ทิศทางที่พวกเขาจะ ! ไม่รู้หรอกว่ากำลังพายเรือ หรือทางที่แม่น้ำไหล ไม่ได้เป็นจุดของแสงจะแสดง ดังนั้นอันตรายจะต้องเติบโต สำหรับฝีพายเก็บพายและพวกเขาอย่างแน่นอนไม่ได้แสดงสัญญาณใด ๆที่พวกเขาจะลดลง . . . . . . . " " เขาออกไปโยกของเขา ! ตะโกนหนึ่งของบรรพบุรุษ ตกตะลึง และผู้ปกครองอื่น ๆเข้าร่วมในนักร้องของ " ตกใจตะโกน เขามันบ้า ! พวกเขาตะโกน " เขาชื่นใจ ! " " เขาบ้า !" เขาบ้า ! " " เขาบ้า ! " " เขา dippy ! " " เขาขี้หลงขี้ลืม ! " " เขาโง่ ! " " เขาโง่ ! " " เขากำลังถั่ว ! " " เขารถ ! " " เขาบ้า ! " " เขาบ้า ! " " ไม่ , เขาไม่ใช่ ! บอกคุณตาโจ . . . เปิดไฟ ! ตะโกนมิสเตอร์วองก้า และจู่ๆ มาถึงไฟ และอุโมงค์ทั้งใสสว่างขึ้น และชาร์ลีสามารถเห็นได้ว่าพวกเขาเป็นจริงภายในท่อขนาดใหญ่ และผนังโค้งที่ดีขึ้น

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