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A/n:

Welp, this chapter is gonna be sad-

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"Augustus, stop!" Wonka demanded.

(Y/n) and Mike turned to see the aforementioned boy dipping his hands into the chocolate lagoon and slurping the chocolate up.

"Mr. Wonka, he is just peckish," Mrs. Gloop said. Wonka ran over to the lagoon as fast as he could, almost knocking Mike down as he zoomed past.

"Just one more handful," said Augustus, as he reached in again. Wonka tried to grab him, but before he could, the boy fell in. Everyone started panicking as they watched. Alarms started blaring and red lights began pulsing throughout the place.

"Wonka, what's happenin'?" Mr. Beaureguarde asked.

"The system has detected an impurity," Wonka responded. Mike pulled out his phone and began filming.

"What are you doing?" (Y/n) asked him.

"Recording this, duh," Mike replied, "It'll go viral!"

The girl rolled her eyes with a huff and forced her attention back to the emergency at hand.

"Augustus is not an impurity!" Mrs. Gloop exclaimed, "He is my little baby boy!" she cried.

"Mike, stop filming other people's tragedy." Mrs. Teavee said as she dragged her son away. (Y/n) was glad to see a parent finally taking control of their child. She ran over to Grandpa Joe with Charlie.

"Initiate emergency response unit." Mr. Wonka said into a thing that looked like a cheer megaphone with a cord on the small end. (Y/n) presumed it was a phone of sorts. Nearly seconds later, small human-looking creatures came out on handcars.

"Oompa Loompa doo-pa-dee-doo, now we appear from out of the blue," they sang, "Oompa Loompa doo-pa-dee-dee, we have a job as big as can be. What do you get when you do what is banned? You get the Oompas of Loompa land. Now that we're completely in view, watch what we oompa loompa doo-pa-dee do!"

"Wonka, who in the name of pop are those people?" Mr. Beureguarde asked as the small beings hopped off the handcars.

"Those things look weird," Mike said as he pointed at them. (Y/n) wanted to say that he was being rude, but honestly, she was thinking the same thing.

"These, Mr. Beauregarde, are the Oompa Loompas." Mr. Wonka explained, "They mix my fudge."

"Cut, dice, mince, slice, time to make the fudge. Churn, chop, pound, pop, time to make the fudge," the Oompa Loompas sang as they mimicked making fudge, "Snap, snip, whisk, whip, let your stomach be the judge. Boil, beat-"

"Hey, turn up the heat!" one of them ordered.

"'Cus everyone loves fudge." they all continued. Meanwhile Mr. Wonka tried to console Mrs. Gloop, as they sang, "Auf Wiedersehen, Augustus Gloop. It's time to say goodbye. You great big greedy nincompoop, it's time fudge-ify," they danced along with their song, "You never tried to make a friend, but now we'll have some fun. For though your tour is at an end, our joy has just begun!"

"Bring in the sucking tube." Wonka ordered, and a large clear tube went down into the chocolate lagoon.

"Ounce ground, twice pound, time to make the fudge."

"Come on back, come on back," Wonka directed the pipe.

"Stretch, strain, cause pain, time to make the fudge."

"I'm tellin' ya'!" one Oompa Loompa said in a deep voice.

"There," Wonka said as the tube got to Augustus and started sucking him and the chocolate up.

"Sift, shake, then we bake, and stick it with a fork." the Oompa Loompas continued their song, "Don't throw away the scraps today, 'cause we love candied pork!"

"How can they say something like that?!" (Y/n) said, enraged, "That's horrible to sing about eating a child!"

"I think it's funny," Mike said, then got hit in the back of the head by the girl.

"Liebchen!" Mrs. Gloop cried out.

"Auf Wiedersehen Augustus Gloop, your tour is now complete." the Oompas went on, "You show the meaning to your group of 'YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT'!"

"Mother, I'm stuck!" Augustus called out from the top of the pipe.

"Try releasing some gas," his mother suggested, and he did so. He was then sucked the rest of the way up the pipe.

"So mother, courage you must show," Wonka said, pumping in the handcars, "And please don't hold a grudge, 'cause as a boy he was so-so,"

"But he'll make tasty fudge!" Wonka and the Oompa Loompas sang. Mr. Wonka hit a high note, and the Oompas repeated, "Fudge!"

"Augustus!" yelled Mrs. Gloop.

"Doo-pa-dee-doo!"