Charlie And The Chocolate Factory Page #7

♪ ls never, never let them near ♪

♪ The television set. ♪

♪ Or better still just don't install ♪

♪ The idiotic thing at all. ♪

♪ Never, never let them ♪

♪ Never, never let them. ♪

♪ Never, never let them. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 1:

♪ It rots the senses in the head. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 2:

♪ It keeps imagination dead. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 3:

♪ It clogs and clutters up the mind. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 4:

♪ It makes a child so dull and blind. ♪

ALL:

♪ So dull, so dull. ♪

♪ He can no longer

understand ♪

♪ A fairy tale, a fairyland. ♪

♪ A fairyland, a fairyland. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 5:

♪ His brain becomes as soft as cheese. ♪

ALL:

♪ His thinking powers rust and freeze. ♪

♪ He cannot think, he only sees. ♪

♪ Regarding little Mike Teavee. ♪

♪ We very much regret that we. ♪

♪ Regret that we. ♪

♪ Shall simply have to wait and see. ♪

♪ Wait and see, wait and see. ♪

♪ Wait and see, wait and

see, wait and see. ♪

♪ We very much regret that we. ♪

♪ Shall simply have to wait and see. ♪

♪ If we can get him back his height. ♪

♪ But if we can't. ♪

♪ It serves him right. ♪

Ew, somebody grab him.

LITTLE MIKE:
Help me!

Help me!

Oh, thank heavens.

He's completely unharmed.

Unharmed?

What are you talking about?

Just put me back...

in the other way!

There is no other way.

It's television, not telephone.

There's quite a difference.

And what exactly do you...

propose to do about it?

I don't know.

But young men are

extremely springy.

They stretch like mad.

(GASPS) Let's go put him

in the taffy puller!

Taffy puller?!

Hey, that was my idea.

Boy, is he gonna be skinny.

WONKA:
(SOFTLY) Yeah.

Taffy puller.

I want you to take Mr.

Teavee and his...

little boy up to...

the taffy puller, okay?

Stretch him out.

(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

On with the tour.

There's still so

much left to see.

Now...

how many children are left?

Mr. Wonka...

Charlie's the only

one left now.

You mean, you're

the only one?

Yes.

What happened

to the others?

Oh, my dear boy!

That means you've won!

Oh, I do congratulate you. I really do.

I'm absolutely delighted.

I had a hunch right

from the beginning.

Well done.

Now, we mustn't

dilly or dally.

We have an

enormous number...

of things to do

before the day's out.

But luckily for us...

we have the great

glass elevator...

to speed things along-(GROANS)

Speed things along.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Come on.

"Up and Out"?

What kind of room is that?

Hold on.

Oh, my goodness.

We're gonna need to

go much faster...

otherwise we'll just

never break through.

Break through what?

I've been longing

to press...

that button for years.

Well, here we go.

Up and out!

But do you really mean...?

Yeah. I do.

But it's made of glass.

It'll smash into a million pieces.

(LAUGHING EXCITEDLY)

(CHORUS VOCALIZING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Augustus!

Please don't eat

your fingers.

But I taste so good.

Look, Mother.

I'm much more flexible now.

Yes, but you're blue.

Daddy, I want a flying glass elevator.

Veruca, the only

thing you're getting...

today is a bath,

and that's final.

But I want it!

Where do you live?

Right over there.

That little house.

What time do you think

they'll be back?

Hard to know, dear.

(MRS. BUCKET SCREAMS)

I think there's

someone at the door.

Hi, Mom!

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Mom! Dad!

We're back!

MR. BUCKET:
Charlie.

MRS. BUCKET:
Charlie.

Goodness.

This is Willy Wonka.

He gave us a ride home.

I see that.

You must be the boy's...

Parents?

Yeah. That.

He says Charlie's won something.

Not just some something.

The most "something"

something...

of any something

that's ever been.

I'm gonna give

this little boy...

my entire factory.

You must be joking.

No, really. It's true.

Because you see, a

few months ago,

I was having my

semiannual haircut...

and I had the strangest revelation.

WONKA:
In that one silver hair...

I saw reflected

my life's work...

my factory, my

beloved Oompa-Loompas.

Who would watch over

them after I was gone?

I realized in that moment:

I must find a heir.

And I did, Charlie.

You.

That's why you sent out

the golden tickets.

Uh-huh.

(WHISPERS)

What are Oompa-Loompas?

I invited five children...

to the factory...

and the one who

was the least rotten

would be the winner.

That's you, Charlie.

So, what do you say?

Are you ready to leave

all this behind...

and come live with

me at the factory?

Sure. Of course.

I mean, it's all right

if my family come too?

Oh, my dear boy, of

course they can't.

You can't run a chocolate factory...

with a family

hanging over you...

like an old, dead goose.

No offense.

None taken, jerk.

A chocolatier has to

run free and solo.

He has to follow

his dreams.

Gosh darn the consequences.

Look at me.

I had no family,

and I'm a giant success.

So if I go with you

to the factory...

I won't ever see

my family again?

Yeah.

Consider that a bonus.

Then I'm not going.

I wouldn't give up my

family for anything.

Not for all the

chocolate in the world.

Oh, I see.

That's weird.

There's other candy too

besides chocolate.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wonka.

I'm staying here.

Wow.

Well, that's just...

unexpected...

and...

weird.

But I suppose, in that

case, I'll just...

Goodbye, then.

Sure you won't

change your mind?

I'm sure.

Okay.

Bye.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Things are going to

get much better.

NARRATOR:
And for once,

Grandma Georgina...

knew exactly what

she was talking about.

The next morning, Charlie helped

his parents fix the hole in the roof.

Grandpa Joe spent the

whole day out of bed.

He didn't feel tired at all.

Charlie's father

got a better job...

at the toothpaste

factory...

repairing the machine...

that had replaced him.

Things had never

been better...

for the Bucket family.

The same could

not be said...

for Willy Wonka.

I can't put my

finger on it.

Candy's the only thing...

I was ever certain of...

and now I'm just not

certain at all.

I don't know which flavors...

to make or which

ideas to try.

I'm second-guessing myself,

which is nuts.

I've always made whatever candy

I felt like, and I...

That's just it, isn't it?

I make the candy I

feel like, but now...

I feel terrible, so

the candy's terrible.

You're very good.

WONKA:
Pity about that

chocolate fellow,

Wendell... Walter.

Willy Wonka.

That's the one.

Says here in the paper

his new candies...

aren't selling very well.

But I suppose

maybe he's just...

a rotten egg who

deserves it.

Yep.

WONKA:
Oh, really?

You ever met him?

I did.

I thought he was

great at first,

but then he didn't

turn out so nice.

He also has a

funny haircut.

I do not!

Why are you here?

I don't feel so hot.

What makes you feel better

when you feel terrible?

My family.

Ew.

What do you have

against my family?

It's not just your family.

It's the whole idea of...

They tell you what to do,

what not to do...

and it's not conducive...

to a creative atmosphere.

Usually they're just

trying to protect you...

because they love you.

If you don't believe me,

you should ask.

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