"What a disgusting, dirty river."
You and Mr Wonka turned to see the group gathering at the edge of the river, staring at it. Mr Wonka walked up behind them, and you followed reluctantly.
"It's industrial waste, that. You've ruined your watershed, Wonka. It's polluted." Mr Salt teased
You rolled your eyes at the stupidity of these people.
"It's chocolate." Mr Wonka said simply, trying to stay in a light mood
"That's chocolate?!" The brat exclaimed
You were so tempted to snap back at her, but decided not to.
"That's chocolate." Charlie confirmed
"Oh no" you thought "Not you now Charlie"
"Ten thousand gallons an hour. And look at my waterfall. That's the most important thing. It's mixing the chocolate. It's actually churning my chocolate. You know, no other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by waterfall." Mr Wonka turned to Mr Salt "But it's the only way if you want it just right."
Charlie suddenly piped up "Hey Y/n, look over there across the river! They're little men!"
"Jumping crocodiles Charlie! Now we know who makes the chocolate."
"I never saw anybody with an orange face before. Funny-looking people, aren't they, Wonka?" Mr Salt chided
"First of all, thats kinda racist. Second, well now you have seen one, so shush." You bit back, saving Mr Wonka from the annoyance
"What are they doing there?" Mrs Teavee asked
"Must be creaming and sugaring time." Mr Wonka said bluntly
"Well they can't be real people." Violet said
You glared at her, shocked at her rudeness
"Well of course they're real people." Mr Wonka said, rather confused
"Stuff and nonsense," Salt scoffed
"No, Oompa Loompas."
"Oompa Loompas?!"
"From Loompaland"
"Loompaland? There's no such place." Here we go again.....
"Excuse me dear lady..."
"Mr Wonka, I am a teacher of geography."
"Oh, well you'll know all about it and what a terrible country it is. Nothing but desolate and fierce beasts. And the poor little Oompa Loompas were so small and helpless, they would get gobbled up right and left. A Wangdoodle would eat ten of them for breakfast and think nothing of it. And so, I said, "Come and live with me in peace and safety, away from all the Wangdoodles and Hornswogglers and Snozzwangers and rotten Vermicious Knids."
"Snozzwangers? Vermicious Knids?! What kind of rubbish is that?"
"I'm sorry, but all questions must be submitted in writing. And so, in the greatest secrecy I transported the entire population of Oompa Loompas to my factory here."
You laughed at his increasingly creative avoidance of questions.
"Hey, Daddy, I want an Oompa Loompa. I want you to get me an Oompa Loompa right away." Veruca pleaded
"All right Veruca, I'll get you one before the day is out."
"I want an Oompa Loompa nowwww." she whined
"Oh can it you nit." Violet fumed
You had an increasing opinion of Violet. She seemed to be improving.
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A World Of Pure Imagination
FanfictionA Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory fanfic. You're 29 and, when your father died, you were left homeless. You get taken in by the Buckets, and became a sister figure to Charlie. When Charlie tells you about the golden tickets, you thought the fa...
