Grandpa Joe shouted, ‘Yippee! Here we go!’ and Mrs Teavee cried out,
‘The rope has broken! We’re going to crash!’ And Mr Wonka said, ‘Calm
yourself, my dear lady,’ and patted her comfortingly on the arm. And
then Grandpa Joe looked down at Charlie who was clinging to his legs,
and he said, ‘Are you all right, Charlie?’ Charlie shouted, ‘I love it! It’s
like being on a roller coaster!’ And through the glass walls of the lift, as
it rushed along, they caught sudden glimpses of strange and wonderful
things going on in some of the other rooms:
An enormous spout with brown sticky stuff oozing out of it on to the
floor...
A great, craggy mountain made entirely of fudge, with Oompa-
Loompas (all roped together for safety) hacking huge hunks of fudge out
of its sides...
A machine with white powder spraying out of it like a snowstorm...
A lake of hot caramel with steam coming off it...
A village of Oompa-Loompas, with tiny houses and streets and
hundreds of Oompa-Loompa children no more than four inches high