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Chapter 1 The Mystery of Mr.

Wonka's factory
Charlie Bucket lived with his parents, his maternal
grandparents, Grandpa George and Grandma Georgina, and his
paternal grandparents, Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine.
They all lived together in a small house which wasn't nearly large
enough for so many people. There were only two rooms and one
bed. All the grandparents slept in one bed and Charlie and his
parents slept on the floor in the other room.
They were very poor. They were always cold and always hungry.
The only food they had was bread and margarine for breakfast,
boiled potatoes and cabbage for lunch and cabbage soup for
supper.
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All Charlie really wanted was CHOCOLATE. But he only ever got a
bar once a year on his birthday. And what was worse for Charlie,
was he always passed the gates of an enormous chocolate factory
on his way home from school. One evening Charlie asked his
grandparents about the factory proprietor, Mr. Willy Wonka.
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'My dear boy,' said Grandpa Joe, 'Mr. Willy Wonka is the most
amazing, the most fantastic, the most extraordinary chocolate
maker in the world! He has invented more than two hundred new
kinds of chocolate bars. Ice creams, chewing-gum and the tastiest
sweets you can imagine. It makes my mouth water to think about
it.
Mine, too, said Charlie. Please go on. Ill tell you something
else that is true. Nobody ever comes out and nobody ever goes in
the factory.
But there must be people working there.
'Not people Charlie, not ordinary people anyway.
Then who?' cried Charlie.
'Charlie dear!'Mrs. Bucket called from the door.It's time for bed .
But mother , I must hear ...'
Tomorrow, my darling. Grandpa Joe can tell you the rest of the
story tomorrow.
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Chapter 2 The Announcement


The next evening Grandpa went on with his story:' You see
Charlie; he said ' not so very long ago there used to be thousands
of people working in Mr. Willy Wonka's factory. Then, one day he
had to ask every single one of them to leave.' 'But why?' asked
Charlie 'Because of spies. The other chocolate makers started to
send in spies to steal Mr. Wonka's secret recipes: ice creams that
would never melt, chewing -gum that never loses its flavour
however much you chew it and so on. So, he had to close the
factory and everybody felt sorry for Mr.Wonka.'
Grandpa Joe went on. Then, one day, early in the morning,
smoke was coming out of the chimneys again. People stopped
and started. They could smell the smell of melting chocolate. But
most mysterious of all were the small dark shadows behind the
windows.Even now, Charlie nobody has ever seen people come in
or go out of the factory. Only chocolate and candies come out all
packed and addressed
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Just then, Charlie's father Mr. Bucket came in holding the


newspaper."Have you heard the news? Listen: I Willy Wonka, have
decided to allow five children to visit my factory this year and to
see its secrets and its magic.
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At the end of the tour, as a special present, these children will


receive enough chocolate and candies to last them for the rest of
their lives. So, watch out for the 5 Golden Tickets that have been
hidden under the ordinary wrapping paper of 5 candy bars. Good
luck! "The man is a magician!" cried Grandpa Joe. "Now everyone
will start buying Wonka candy bars" "There is no hope for me,"
Charlie said sadly. "I only get one bar a year." The very next day
the first Golden Ticket was found by a boy called Augustus Gloop.
The picture in the newspapwr showed an enormously fat boy.
"Eating candy bars is his hobby," his mother said to the
journalists. Suddenly, on th day before Charlie's birthday, the
second lucky person found a Golden Ticket. Her name was Veruca
Salt. "As soon as my daughter told me she had to have on of
those Tickets, I started buying all the candy bars I could find."
"What a spoiled child!" Grandpa Joe murmured "Come to
bed,Charlie darling," said Mrs. Bucket. "Tomorrow's your birhday."
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Chapter 3 One more ticket to be found


Happy Birthday!' cried the four grandparents as Charlie came into their
room early in the morning. He started opening nervously his only present, a
Wonka's Delight. No sign of a Golden Ticket! Charlie smiled sadly: lets share
it!' 'We wouldn't dream of it! everybody cried. 'Enjoy your candy!' That
evening the newspaper announced the finding of another two Golden
Tickets.
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The third ticket,' read Mr. Bucket was found by a Miss Violet
Beauregarde.
She adores chewing gum, but when she heard about Mr. Wonka's tickets, she
switched to candy bars in the hope of striking lucky. Now, she is back to the
gum. My mother says its not ladylike to chew all the time but I dont agree.
Now Im working on the world record: the piece of gum that lasts longest!
Before this, I used to change my piece of gum every day. I used to leave it on
one of our elevator buttons. The next person who came along and pressed
the button got my old gum on the end of their finger. Ha!
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Awful said Grandma Josephine. the fourth Golden Ticket Mr. Bucket went
on,
was
found
by
a
boy
called
Mike

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When the reporter arrived at the Teavees house, young mike said angrily:
Quiet! Cant you see Im watching a film? Its about gangsters and I like
gangsters best.
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Do all children behave like this nowadays? Asked, Grandma Georgiana. Some
do, of course. But not all, said Mr. Bucket. The next day, when Charlie got
home, he found Grandpa Joe waiting for him.
Look Charlie. It is a secret. you and I are going to have one more try at
finding the last Ticket, he said and turned his purse upside down. out felt a
single ten cent piece.
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Are you sure you want to spend your money on that? asked Charlie.
Of course Im sure! Take the money, run to the nearest store, buy Wonka
acandy bar, bring it back here and well open it together.
In five minutes, Charlie was back. The old mans fingers were trembling as he
started to tear off the wrapper slowly.
Very well, then. Here goes! They both stared at what was in front of them.
A bar of candy. Nothing more. All at once they burst into laughter.
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Chapter 4 Miracles
During the next weeks, the snow came than a freezing wind. Nobody in
the Bucket family thought now to anything except of trying to keep warm
and trying to get enough to eat.
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Slowly but surely, everybody in the house began to starve. Charlie refused to
take any of his parents of grandparents food. And every day, Charlie grew
thinner and thinner and his face became pale.
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'He's a fine little fellow,' said Grandpa George. 'He deserves better than this.'
Then, one afternoon, walking back home, his eye was caught suddenly by a
piece of greenish paper that looked vaguely familiar to him. He bent down. It
was a dollar bill!
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Quickly he looked around him. No! nobody was searching for any money.
Then was it his, this dollar? A WHOLE dollar! It meant FOOD.
Automatically, Charlie began moving towards the nearest shop. He would
buy one bar of candy, he whispered quickly to himself and the rest of the
money he would give to his mother.
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'One Wonka's Delight,' he said. When the shopkeeper and handed it to him,
he grabbed it, tore off the wrapper and took an enormous bite. Then
anotherand another. He felt extremly happy.
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'I think I'll have another one, please. The same kind as before,' said
Charlie.
Charlie picked up the second one, tore off the wrapper and suddenly His
heart stood still.
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'It's a Golden Ticket!' screamed the shopkeeper. You've found the last Golden
Ticket! Hey, would you believe it! Come and look at this, everybody! Good
luck to you, sonny.'
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Charlie pushed his way through the crowd and didnt stop till he got home.
Mother, mother, IVE FOUND IT! THE FIFTH GOLDEN TICKET!
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Nobody in the house dared to speak or move. It was a magic moment.


Then, Grandpa Joe threw up his arms and yelled 'Yippeeeeeeee!' and for the
first time in twenty years jumped out of the bed and started dancing.
'Let me see it, Charlie,' Mr Bucket said, listen to this.
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'Greetings to you, the lucky finder of this Golden Ticket! I, Willy Wonka, invite
you and one or two members of your family to be my guest for one day!
Many wonderful surprises await you!
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I will conduct you around the factory myself and, afterwards you will be
escorted home by large trucks loaded with delicious food to last you for
many years. When this is finish, you have only to come back and get more.
the day I chosen for the visit is the first of February.
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'But that's tomorrow! cried Mrs. Bucket. Who is going to go with Charlie to
the factory?'
'I will! I'll look after him! shouted Grandpa Joe. Charlie wash your face,
comb your hair, brush your teeth, cut your nails, polish your shoes! Get
ready for the biggest day of your life, my boy!
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Chapter 5

The chocolate room

The big day arrived. Outside the gates of Wonka's factory, enormous crowds
of people had gathered. All the lucky winners, except Charlie, had both their
mothers and fathers with them.
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'There he is!' somebody shouted, and the crowd became suddenly silent
'That's him!' Mr Willy Wonka was an extraordinary little man. He wore a
black top hat, a tail coat, green trousers and grey gloves. And in one hand he
carried a fine gold-topped walking stick. How clever he looked! How full of
life!
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Welcome to the factory my little friends! Augustus! How good to see you and
your parents!My dear Veruca! How do you do? How are you, Mr Salt? And
Mrs Salt?
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Violet Beauregarde and Mike Teavee, came forward to have their tickets
examined. And last of all, Charlie! cried Mr Wonka. Well, well, well. Youre
the one who found your ticket only yesterday. Your grandfather? Delighted to
meet you, sir! Will you please follow me? But do stay together! Lets hurry!
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It's lovely and warm inside the factory and there was a wonderful smell of
roasting coffee and burnt sugar and melting chocolate and mint and apple
blossom and caramel and lemon peel.
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This is the main corridor. Follow me. Then, Mr Wonka turned left. Then he
turned left. Then, left again. Then right. Then left. Then right. Then right.
Then left. Then he suddenly, stopped in front of a metal door.
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On the door, in large letters, it said: THE CHOCOLATE ROOM


This is an important room, the heart of the whole business.
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What an amazing sight this room was! They could see a lovely valley, green
meadows brown river flowing at the bottom of it.
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There was also a waterfall and below it enormous glass pipes were going into
the river from somewhere high up in ceiling.
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Trees and bushes were growing into the river banks. In the meadows there
were thousands of bright yellow flowers. 'There!' cried Mr Wonka. 'It's all
chocolate! That river is hot melted chocolate. And the pipes carry it to all the
rooms in the factory where it is needed.
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'The waterfall is most important! It mixes the chocolate! And the trees and
the bushes are all edible. The grass you are standing on, is made of a new
kind of, minty sugar! Try a blade!
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The children and the parents were too amazed to speak. They simply stood
and stared. Suddenly, Veruca Salt started to scream Look over there!'It's a
little person! 'She's right, Grandpa!' cried Charlie. 'It is a little man! Oh, look
theres more than one!
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Chapter 6 The Oompa-Loompas


'Who are these tiny creatures?' Look at their funny long hair! They cant be
real people. 'Of course they're real people,' Mr Wonka answered. 'They're
Oompa-Loompas.'
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'Imported direct from Loompaland, a terrible country with thick jungles and
the most dangerous beasts in the world: hornswogglers and snozzwangers
and those terrible wicked whangdoodles.
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'Mr Wonka,' cried Mrs Salt. 'I'm a teacher of geography and
Then you'll know all about it,' said Mr Wonka. 'When I went out there, I found
the little Oompa-Loompas practically starving.
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The one food that they wanted more than anything was the cacao bean
which happens to be the thing from which all chocolate is made.

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"Look," I said not in English, of course, but in Oompa-Loompish, to their
leader, if you and all your people will come to my country and live in my
factory, you can have all the cacao beans you want! "It's a deal!" the leader
cried. Lets go!"
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'So I shipped them all Oompa-Loompas tribe over here. They all speak
English now. They love dancing, music and laughing. 'Daddy! I want an
Oompa-Loompa right away! 'Augustus!' shouted Mrs Gloop at her son, who
was on his knees on the riverbank, pushing hot, melted chocolate into his
mouth.
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'Oh, no! Augustus, please! You are dirtying my chocolate! Be careful! Its
dangerous!
Suddenly there was a shriek, and then a splash and in one second Augustus
Gloop disappeared under the brown river. Mr Wonka was laughing.
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'Save him!He can't swim. Hell drown. How dare you to laugh. You monster!
cried Mrs. Gloop. Augustus was going up a pipe made of glass. It was pipe
leading to the room where they made the most delicious kind of strawberryflavoured chocolate-coated fudge.
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Hell be all right, said' Mr Wonka, turning towards an Oompa-Loompa. Help


Mr. and Mrs. Gloop to find their son. You'll have to hurry! I'm sorry Mrs. See
you later. Gloop. And you sir.
'Off we go!' cried Mr Wonka. Well have to continue the journey by boat.
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Steam was rising from the river, and out of the steam there appeared the
most fantastic pink boat (like Viking boat). It was made by an enormous
sweet. They all jumped into the boat.
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I want you to buy me a big pink boat exactly like this one, said Veruca Salt
to her dad. The Oompa-Loompas wre singing and rowing very fast.
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Chapter 7- The Inventing Room


Everybody enjoyed the speed.
There's no knowing where they're rowing, or which way the river's flowing
Mr. Wonk, laughed. Five seconds later, he shouted, 'Stop the boat!'
There was a red door which said: INVENTING ROOM PRIVATE KEEP OUT
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'All my most secret new inventions are cooking in here! No Oompa-Loompa,
has ever been inside!' All the others chocolate makers would do anything to
be allowed in here! Now, listen! No touching and no tasting!
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The gigantic room looked like a witchs kitchen: black metal pots were boiling
and there were pipes running all over walls, the smell was delicious. They
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Everlasting Gobstoppers!' cried Mr. Wonka proudly. 'They're completely
new! I am inventing them for poor children. You can suck one of these large
green marbles it will never get any smaller. it tastes terrific and it changes
changes colour once a week.
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Over here I am inventing a completely new line in toffees!' The Hair Toffee.
'You eat just one tiny bit of that, and in half an hour your hair will start
growing a moustache and a beard! The mixture is not quite right yet. I tried
it on an Oompa-Loompa yesterday and a hugebeard started growing faster
than we could cut it!
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Now I will show you something that I am terrifically proud of, said Mr.
Wonka,'. He led the party over to a gigantic machine with hundreds of thin
glass tubes. Mr Wonka, pressed three different buttons and a second later
there
was
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And in every single tube stuff of a different colour, came into a tub and got
mixed in a terrible noise. they could finaly see something small, thin and
grey.
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Its the most amazing and fabulous and sensational gum in the world! Its
chewing-! gum meal! This gum will be the end of all kitchens and all cooking!
No knives and forks! No plates! When you start chewing you will actually
taste tomato soup, roast beef, and blueberry pie.
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I want the gum at once, said Violet and before anybody could stop her, she

started chewing it. 'Stop! It isn't exactly ready for eating! Its the dessert
that always go wrong, said Mrs. Wonka.
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'Good heavens, girl!' shrieked Mrs. Beauregarde. Youre turning blue and
youre blowing up like a balloon! Save her! She looks like a gigantic
blueberry.
Take Miss Beauregarde into the Juicing Room and squeeze the juice out of
her
immediately, said Mr. Wonka to an Oompa-Loom. . We'll get her repaired my
dear Mrs. Beauregarde, dont worry!
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Chapter 8- More Amazing Inventions


'Well, well, two naughty little children gone. Wed better get out
of this room before we lose anyone else, said Mr. Wonka. Hurry
up! Ill explain while we walk. No time to go in!
And on he rushed and they were passing door after door without
stopping.
Grandpa Joe and Charlie were half running and half walking, but
they were able to read what was written on some of the doors
EATABLE MARSHMALLOW PILLOWS, it said on one.
LICKABLE WALLPAPER FOR NURSERIES, it said on the next door.
The wallpaper has pictures of all kinds of fruits. When you lick a
banana, it tastes of banana. When you lick a strawberry it tastes
of strawberry.
HOT ICE CREAMS FOR COLD DAYS, it said on the next door.
COWS THAT GIVE CHOCOLATE MILK, was written on the next door.
FZZY LIFTING DRINKS, it said on the next door.
'They fill you with gas bubbles, that lift you just like a balloon, and
you come down only if you breathe the air out nosily, I tasted on
an Oompa-Loompa. He didnt breathe the air out nosily, and he
went up and up and disappeared out of sight! It was very sad. I
never saw him again.
On the next door, it said, SQUARE SWEETS THAT LOOK ROUND.
Everybody stopped and crowded to the door. Half of the door was
made of glass. On the table they could see rows of small white
square-shaped candies.
They look completely square to me, not round! said Veruca Salt.
Now watch this! said Mr Wonka. He took a key and unlocked the
door.
At the sound of the door opening, the little
square sweets looked quickly round to see who was coming in.
There you are!' he cried triumphantly. 'They're looking round!
There's no
argument about it! They are square sweets that look round!
There you are!' Mr Wonka said triumphantly. They are square
sweets that look round! There's no doubt about it! Now, hurry!
Well never get there on time!

They stopped in front of a glass door on which it said: THE NUT


ROOM.
Dont go inside, you'll disturb the squirrels, said Mr Wonka. 'These
squirrels are trained to get the whole nuts out of walnut shells.'
The bad nuts are thrown down into the garbage hole.
'I've decided I want a squirrel! shouted Veruca rushing into the
room to grab one. The others squirrels caught hold of her and
started testing if she was a bad nut. They decided she was one.
Veruca struggled furiously, but the squirrels held her tight and she
couldn't move.
Help! Shes going down the garbage hole. Save her! shouted
Mrs. and Mr. Salt angrily.
They both ran over the hole and bent to look inside. The position
was very dangerous.
The squirrels pushed them just a little bit and they both went
tumbling down the garbage hole.
I expect someone will catch them at the bottom of the hole.
Dont worry!,' said Mr Wonka.

Chapter 9- Sent by Television


'I've never seen anything like it!' cried Mr. Wonka. Children are
disappearing like rabbits!
Im getting tired,' said Mike Teavee. Isnt there a Television Room
in all this factory?
'Certainly there's a television room,' Mr Wonka said.

'That button over there.'

He
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his
finger.
Everybody
looked.
TELEVISION
CHOCOLATE, it
said on the tiny label beside the
button