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401
What? 402
Oh, yeah, it's very beautiful. 403
Every drop of the river... 404
...is hot, melted chocolate
of the finest quality. 405
The waterfall is most important. 406
Mixes the chocolate. 407
Churns it up. Makes it light and frothy. 408
By the way... 409
...no other factory in the world mixes
its chocolate by waterfall, my dear children. 410
And you can take that to the bank. 411
People. 412
Those pipes... 413
...suck up the chocolate
and carry it away all over the factory. 414
Thousands of gallons an hour. Yeah. 415
And do you like my meadow?
Try some of my grass. 416
Please have a blade. Please do.
lt's so delectable and so darn good-looking. 417
You can eat the grass? 418
Of course you can. 419
Everything in this room is eatable. 420
Even I'm eatable. 421
But that is called cannibalism,
my dear children... 422
...and is, in fact, frowned upon
in most societies. 423
Yeah. 424
Enjoy. 425
Go on. Scoot, scoot. 426
Son. 427
Please. 428
Dad, he said, ''Enjoy.'' 429
Why hold on to it?
Why not start a new piece? 430
Because then l wouldn't be a champion.
I'd be a loser, like you. 431
Daddy, look over there. 432
What is it? 433
lt's a little person. 434
Over there, by the waterfall. 435
-There's two of them.
-There's more than two. 436
-Where do they come from?
-Who are they? 437
Are they real people? 438
Of course they're real people.
They're Oompa-Loompas. 439
-Oompa-Loompas?
-lmported, direct from Loompaland. 440
-There's no such place.
-What? 441
Mr. Wonka, l teach high-school geography,
and I'm here to tell you-- 442
Well, then you'll know all about it,
and, oh, what a terrible country it is. 443
The whole place is nothing
but thick jungles... 444
...infested by the most dangerous beasts
in the entire world. 445
Hornswogglers and snozzwangers
and those terrible, wicked whangdoodles. 446
I went to Loompaland looking for
exotic new flavors for candy. 447
Instead... 448
...I found the Oompa-Loompas. 449
They lived in tree houses to escape
from the fierce creatures who lived below. 450
The Oompa-Loompas ate nothing but
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