//------------------------------// // Wonkamobile and Televsion Room // Story: Cinematic Adventures: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory // by extremeenigma02 //------------------------------// For the ponies and their friends, what began as a peaceful, serene tour of an infamous chocolate factory has since turned into a day of the strange and peculiar. The tour started with five children, their parents, a group of ponies, and a little baby dragon. Now, three children were gone, including their parents, lost to some crazy circumstances in many different rooms throughout the factory. Charlie Bucket and Mike Teevee were the only children remaining. The group, of course, were led by Mr. Willy Wonka, who led them down a long hallway. After such a long day, many of them grew tired of the constant walking. “How much further must we go on like this?” Rarity whined. “My poor hooves are absolutely exhausted!” “I know what you mean,” Spike agreed, rubbing his scaly feet. “My feet are killing me!” “Not to worry, my dear friends,” Mr. Wonka assured. “Your chariot awaits.” They soon round a corner into a large room, where a group of Oompa Loompas poured fuel into a large, odd-looking vehicle. Every pony stared at this crazy contraption curiously because never before had they seen such a strange device. Not even the cars they’ve seen in this world nor even the Flim Flam brothers contraptions looked anything like this. “Uh… Mr. Wonka?” Applejack asked. “What the hay is this thing?” “I’m quite glad you asked, dear,” Mr. Wonka answered. “Behold the Wonkamobile. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Places, please. The dance is about to begin. Better grab a seat, they’re going fast.” As he spoke, Wonka climbs up the driver’s seat of this odd contraption. Everyone else was a slight hesitant, considering all the craziness tat occurred so far, many involving bizarre machinery. But the throbbing and aching in their legs and feet, however, made them think otherwise as they hop abord the vehicle. Rarity, Twilight, Fluttershy, and Spike sat up front with Mrs. Teevee and Mike, while Rainbow, Applejack, Pinkie, and Cheese sat beside Charlie and Grandpa Joe. “Mr. Wonka, what’s that they’re filling it up with?” Grandpa Joe asked. “Oh, ginger ale, ginger pop, ginger beer, beer bubbles, bubble-ade, bubble cola, double cola, double bubble burp-a-cola, and all that crazy carbonated stuff that tickles your nose,” Mr. Wonka explained. “Few people realize what tremendous power there is in one of those things.” “Sorry I asked,” Grandpa Joe said, jokingly. The group beside him got a chuckle out of it, as Pinkie Pie made herself comfortable and took a deep breath of fresh air. But then her eyes widened, and her face winced, for that wasn’t ‘fresh air’ she smelled. “PHEW, THAT STINKS!” Pinkie said, plugging her nose. “Sorry girls, but boy you really stink!” “Gee, ah wonder why that is,” Applejack said, sarcastically.” “I don’t know… Possibly because we just dove down a garbage chute and landed in a pile of three-weeks-worth of rotten garbage!” Rainbow huffed. “And all to save some spoiled kid and her poor father.” “Yeah well, can’t take too many chances,” Cheese said, pulling a mask from his mane. “Nowadays, a pony can’t be too careful in the world.” In an instant, Cheese placed his gas mask on and handed a spare for Pinkie Pie, who quickly put on to keep the fumes from clogging their muzzles. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough for Grandpa Joe and Charlie, who had to plug their noses while the other ponies sat their cross-hoofed and grumpy. “First thing we should do after the tour is get you girls a much-needed bath,” Charlie said, seriously. Meanwhile, up front, the other ponies got themselves settled in their seats. One of them noticed Mike leaning in to whisper to his mother. “You think Slugworth would pay extra to know about this?” He asked. Mrs. Teevee looked behind her, making sure Mr. Wonka wasn’t paying attention. Then she turned over to the group of ponies and little dragon next to them, but they seemed distracted. “Just keep your eyes open and your mouth shut,” She whispered back. Unbeknownst to the Teevees, the ponies had heard the whole thing. Twilight Sparkle was disappointed at how devious a mother and her son could be, but none more appalled than a certain fashionista. “Why those sneaky, underhoofed, backstabbing…” Rarity began. “Okay, Rarity,” Twilight interrupts, soothingly. “Just calm down, it’s all right. We’ll worry about it later.” “Everybody set?” Mr. Wonka asked. “Yes, Mr. Wonka!” The ponies and Spike called out. “Aye-aye, captain!” Cheese Sandwich saluted. “Is this gonna go fast, Grandpa?” Charlie asked, Grandpa Joe. “It should, Charlie. It’s got more gas in it than a politician.” “Or more gas than Big Mac after a bowl of Granny’s homemade three bean chili,” Applejack cringed. “And Pinkie thinks ‘we’ stink!” Rainbow agreed. “Now, hold on tight,” Mr. Wonka warned. “I’m gonna really open her up this time and see what she can do. (Skip to 0:49) The Wonkamobile starts to sputter, moving at a rather slow pace, making all sorts of strange sounds along the way. All of a sudden, a large glob of foam starts leaking through the crevices in the vehicle to the point it practically spews out. This caught everyone’s attention, wondering what the heck was going on. “Swifter than eagles!” Mr. Wonka said, loudly. “Stronger than lions!” Suddenly, a large vent in front of the Wonkamobile blew a large glob of foam directly toward the group up front. Mike and Mrs. Teevee cringed, yelling as the substance completely covered them. Rarity practically cried as the stuff seeped into her mane. “NOOOO!!!! MY PRECIOUS COAT!” She shrieked, gasping. “NOT THE MANE! NOT THE MANE!!!!!” “Oops… Must be a leak in the distilling tubes,” Mr. Wonka observed, as he himself was covered in foam. “Probably should add that to my to-do list for tomorrow.” “No… You think?!” Spike asked, coughing foam. “Grandpa!” Charlie shouted. “I’m getting it too!” Grandpa Joe yelled. Soon, Mr. Wonka starts singing a little tune to himself (Don’t ask us what), but no one was really paying attention at the moment. The Wonkamobile continues to spew foam all over everyone, as it continued it’s slow roll down the hall. “It’s getting in my eye!” Mike yelled. “Oh, it’s even in my shoes!” Mrs. Teevee complained, trying to block the vent. “I’m soaked! It’ll never come out!” “It’s making my feathers soggy!” Fluttershy said. “Urgh… Gagh!” Spike gagged. “Got me with my mouth open!” “This will take me months to get everything out of my mane!” Rarity whined. “Even longer to get my coat clean! The horror, the horror!!!” <> Meanwhile, back in Ponyville, Daisy, Lily Valley, and Rose were busily tending to their flower stands minding their own business. Then Daisy ears pluck up and she starts looking around. This draws the attention of her fellow flower girls. “What’s the matter, Daisy?” Rose asked. “I don’t know,” Daisy shrugged. “But I feel like we’re being insulted.” “Hmm… I wonder why,” Lily Valley thought. <> Back in the Wonkamobile, in this case the ‘very’ back, Charlie, Grandpa Joe, Cheese Sandwich, and Pinkie Pie seemed to be the only ones having a good time. They actually got a good laugh out of this ride, as they threw foam at one another. “FOAM FIGHT!” Cheese shouted, throwing a ball of foam. Applejack was not amused as foam flew over her, some of which got in her mane. While she’s not one to focus on cleanliness, she tried her best to shake the foam off. “Cheese!” Applejack called out. “Is this really the ti-GAGH!” A ball of foam accidentally got into Applejack’s mouth, making her cheeks puff out. She made the mistake of swallowing the foam and suddenly she starts to hiccup, as bubbles start to pop out. She hiccupped so big; her hat nearly flew off. “Oh, my dress, my hair, my face!” Mrs. Teevee groaned. “Ohhhhhh… I’m sending you the cleaning bill, Mr. Wonka!” “Make that double for me,” Rarity added. “And don’t get me started on the bill for all the make-up and facials this will cost me!” Soon enough, the Wonkamobile passes through an archway with a giant spinning sponge. As the vehicle emerged toward the other side, all the foam vanished, and everyone was clean as a whistle. “I’m dry cleaned!” Mrs. Teevee said, amazed. “My goodness!” Rarity squealed, with delight. “My mane is absolutely stunning! So slick, so shiny… Fabulous!” Mr. Wonka put the Wonkamobile in park, as everyone turns back to see what they just went through. “Hey, Grandpa, what was that we just went through?” Charlie asked, curiously. “Hsawaknow,” Mr. Wonka responds. Every pony turned to him with raised eyebrows. “Beg yer pardon?” Applejack asked. “Is that Japonies?” Twilight asked. “No, that’s “Wonkawash” spelled backwards,” Mr. Wonka answered. “That’s it, ladies and gentlemen. The journey is over.” “Finest bath I’ve had in twenty years,” Grandpa Joe declared. Cheese Sandwich and Pinkie Pie removed their gas masks and took a breath, sighing with relief. “Well AppleDash,” Cheese Sandwich declared. “Looks like you didn’t have to wait for that bath at home after all.” “Okay, why does every pony keep using that name?!” Rainbow asked. “Am I missing something or what?” “Ooh! Ooh! Can we do it again, Mr. Wonka?!” Pinkie asked. “Can we? Can we?” “Maybe, some other time,” Mr. Wonka answered. “So much to see and so little time. Wait a second…” “Scratch that, reverse that,” Pinkie and Wonka said, in unison. They pause for a moment, Wonka looking toward Pinkie, who smiles with a squee. “Thank you,” Mr. Wonka tipped his hat, then moved forward. “You mean that’s as far as it goes?” Mrs. Teevee asked. “Couldn’t we have walked?” Mike added. “Yeah no offense, but I could easily fly from there to here in less than a second,” Rainbow Dash said. “Even Fluttershy can get there faster than that thing.” “… What are you saying, exactly?” Fluttershy asked, annoyed. “If the Good Lord intended us to walk, he wouldn’t have invented roller skates,” Mr. Wonka replied. “Besides, we needed the breather anyway,” Pinkie said. “Learn to have a little fun.” As Mr. Wonka makes his way toward a nearby door, he approaches a clothes rack with white coats and goggles. He proceeds to grab a coat and hands them off to the guests one-by-one. “Now would you please put these on quick, and don’t take them off whatever you do,” Mr. Wonka instructs. “We have to be very careful. There’s dangerous stuff inside.” “Hold on!” Spike approached. “I thought you said there were only ‘surprises’ and nothing ‘dangerous’.” “True, my little friend. But there’s a light inside that could burn your eyeballs right out of your skulls. We certainly don’t want that, now, do we?” “Nope!” Spike said quickly, putting on the goggles. “I like my eyes just the way it is.” “Don’t worry, I’m sure Wonka is just joking,” Twilight assured, putting on the coat. “But all the same, nothing wrong with being careful.” “Atta girl,” Wonka smiled. “Now, come along.” <> Once the group was all suited up, they enter a room that was completely devoid of color. As a matter of fact, apart from the skins of their guest and the bright orange of the nearby Oompa Loompas at work along the panels, the whole room was completely white. In the center of the room was a large camera of sorts looming over a stand. “Welcome to the testing room and this is one of my crowning achievements,” Mr. Wonka introduced. “Wonkavision, my very latest and greatest invention.” “It’s television!” Mike said. “Uh, it’s Wonkavision,” Mr. Wonka corrects. “Now I suppose you all know how ordinary television works. You photograph something and—” “Sure, I do!” Mike interrupts. “You photograph something, and then the photograph is split up into millions of tiny pieces, and they go whizzing through the air, down to your TV set where they’re all put together again in the right order.” All the ponies were silent and wide-eyed, seeing all that knowledge and know-how of television spewed from a little boy’s mouth. This kid had to be what eleven years old and yet he sounded smart enough to skip to high school. “How is television bad for you again?” Cheese Sandwich asked, scratching his mane. “Don’t encourage ‘em!” Applejack scolds. “You should open your mouth a little wider when you speak,” Mr. Wonka advised Mike. “One day, it occurred to me: ‘If television can break a photograph into millions and millions of tiny pieces and send it whizzing through the air, then reassemble it on the other end, why can’t I do the same with chocolate? Why can’t I send a real bar of chocolate through the television, ready to be eaten?’” “Sounds impossible,” Mrs. Teevee replied. “I hate to agree, but technically it is,” Twilight admitted. “Even with the use of our magic, there’s a difference between waves and particles.” “Nerd alert,” Rainbow Dash joked. “Second, the amount of power it would take to convert energy in matter would be like nine atomic bombs,” Mike added. “You sure you didn’t learn any of this at your local library?” Twilight asked. “Pfft! Books are dead relics; I learn everything from watching T.V.” Twilight’s mouth went wide and one eye twitched, as if that statement almost broke the princess. As Mike moved to be with his mother, Twilight nearly reached out to grab the boy when Rarity held her back. “Okay, Twilight,” Rarity said, soothingly. “Just calm down, everything’s fine.” Mr. Wonka taps the floor with his cane and motions toward the side. Everyone turns as a group of Oompa Loompas carrying a Wonka Bar toward the podium. But not just a normal Wonka, this was the BIGGEST Wonka bar the guests have ever seen, even the wrapping paper and tinfoil was huge. Pinkie Pie’s eyes widen and her mouth nearly drooled, seeing the giant bar of chocolate like a thing of beauty. “I shall now send this chocolate bar from one end of the room to the other,” Mr. Wonka continued. “It’s so… Big!” Pinkie Pie said. “I could just eat it as it is and have plenty for breakfast.” “Kinda compensatin’ for somethin’, Mr. Wonka?” Applejack asked. “Ooh! That was a good one!” Rainbow chuckled, as they hoof-bumped. “It has to be really big because you know how on T.V. you can film a regular-size man, and he comes out looking this tall?” Mr. Wonka asked, making a hand gesture. “We don’t really have television in Equestria,” Fluttershy brought up. “No television?!” Mike asked, wide eyed. “How do you entertain yourselves?” “Gee, I don’t know,” Spike replied, sarcastically. “Playing hoofball, taking walks, reading, fighting monsters…” “Pestering those annoying fanfic readers for every artistic choice we make,” Cheese added, drawing silence. “What?” “Oh… Well basically, whenever you transmit something by television, it always ends up smaller on the other end. Basic principles; goggles on, please.” The group quickly put the goggles over their eyes as Mr. Wonka grabs a nearby remote control hooked to a cable wire. The other Oompa Loompas do the same as they set the Wonkavision into action. And speaking of which… “Lights, camera, action!” With one push of the button, a bright beam of light flashes over the group and before their eyes the gigantic chocolate bar disappeared. It happened so quickly that Mrs. Teevee was taken by surprise. “You can remove your goggles,” Wonka instructs. “Incredible!” Twilight marveled. “Where’s the chocolate?” Charlie asked. “It’s flying over our heads in a million pieces,” Mr. Wonka points. Sure enough, over their heads, millions of tiny flakes of that chocolate bar flew quickly over their heads like an army of nanobots. Mr. Wonka then makes his way toward a control panel across the room, working the controls to operate the screen. “Now watch the screen… Here it comes… There it is!” Sure enough, the Wonka Bar, the exact red-colored tinfoil, appears right on screen completely intact. A successful teleportation from one end of the room into that tiny screen. “Take it,” Wonka gestures. “Huh?” The ponies asked, confused. “How can you take it?” Mike asked. “It’s just a picture.” “All right,” Mr. Wonka understood, turns to Charlie. “You take it.” Without haste and out of curiosity, Charlie reaches the screen for the Chocolate Bar. As it turns out, the screen itself is a hologram and Charlie is able to get the chocolate bar out, holding it in his hands. “Holy buckets!” Cheese gasped. “It’s real!” “Taste it; it’s delicious,” Wonka encouraged Charlie. “It’s the same bar. It’s just gotten a little smaller on the journey, that’s all.” Charlie unwrapped one corner of the wrapping paper and took a tiny bite of the chocolate bar. A piece of the thick fudge was bitten through, Charlie could taste the smooth chocolate fudge and the marshmallow filling, hence the ‘Fudgemallow Delight’ on the wrapping. Mr. Wonka was right, not only did the invention worked but the chocolate was delicious. “It’s perfect!” Charlie declared. “It’s unbelievable!” Mrs. Teevee said, wide-eyed. “It’s a miracle!” Grandpa Joe added. “It’s a T.V. dinner!” Mike said. “It’s Wonkavision,” Mr. Wonka said. “So, imagine, you’re sitting at home watching television and suddenly a commercial will flash onto the screen, and a voice will say: ‘Wonka’s chocolates are the best in the world. If you don’t believe us, try one for yourself.’ And you simply reach out and take it.” “Well how about that?” Grandpa Joe said. “It could change the world.” “Mr. Wonka, can you send other things?” Mike asked. “Not just chocolate, I mean.” “Yeah, like maybe, oh I don’t know…” Pinkie thought. “Breakfast cereal?” To add to it, Pinkie Pie pulled out a box from her mane which looked like a handmade cereal box with a familiar pony’s face on it and the words ‘Fizzlepop Berrytwist’ in bold letters. … You wanted to include that in the story, didn’t you? Mmm-hmm! *Smirks* “Of course I could,” Mr. Wonka nods. “Anything you like.” “What about… People?” Mike asked. “People?” The ponies spoke in unison, eyebrows raised. “What do we look like?” Spike asked. “Chopped liver?” “People?” Mr. Wonka thought. “Hmm… I don’t really know. I suppose I could. Yes, I’m sure I could. I’m pretty sure I could. Though why would I want to send a person? It might have some messy results.” “Don’t you realize what you’ve invented?” Mike asked. “It’s a teleporter. This could be the most important invention in the history of the world and all you think about is chocolate!” “Calm down, Mike,” Twilight spoke. “Mr. Wonka may be a little odd, I’ll admit. But I think he knows what he’s talking about.” “No, he doesn’t, pony,” Mrs. Teevee retorts. “If that’s what you really are. That man clearly has no idea what he’s doing. You call him a genius, but the truth is he’s an idiot!” Pinkie Pie could not believe a word that woman was saying and in this rare moment, an alien feeling crept over her… Rage. Insulted, Pinkie approached the woman much to Cheese’s surprise. “He’s not an idiot!” Pinkie Pie snapped. “He’s… He’s a good man, who makes the best candy I’ve ever tasted, if you’d just leave him alone!” “Who do you think you are talking to your elders like that?” Mrs. Teevee asked, “That’s Pinkamena Diane Pie, you grumpy meany-pants! Just because you and your son can’t understand something doesn’t mean it’s wrong. You put all your know-hows on one source alone and no pony else gets to say anything!” “Look at me!” Mike shouts. “I’m gonna be the first person in the world to be sent by television!” Everyone quickly turns around, just as the boy rushed toward the podium while everyone was distracted. He already had his goggles on and the remote control in his hand. Needless to say, this scared his mother. “Mike, get away from that thing!” Mrs. Teevee shouts. “No, boy!” Fluttershy shouts. “Don’t push the button!” Applejack shouts. “Well don’t just stand there, Wonka!” Rainbow Dash insists. “For the love of Celestia, do something!” “Stop, don’t, come back,” Mr. Wonka said, unenthusiastically. “REALLY?!” Seeing what Mike was about to do, the Oompa Loompas quickly put their goggles on, but Mike was just at the count before the others can do the same. “Lights, camera, action!” Mike shouts, pushing the button. “EVERY PONY, CLOSE YOUR EYES!” Twilight shouts. They quickly shield their eyes the best they could, as a flash of light appears once more. In one second, Mike Teevee completely vanished and all that remained was the little handheld control on the floor. “Mike!” Mrs. Teevee shouts, wide eyed. “Where are you?” “He’s up there, in a million pieces!” Grandpa Joe points. Sure enough, the old man was right. Hovering over their heads, the million pieces that is or was Mike Teevee zoomed ahead at a rapid pace. Mrs. Teevee cried out desperately for her son, hoping to hear his voice once more. “Mike! Are you there?” “It’s no use screaming at a time like this,” Twilight said. “He can’t hear you.” “Oh, I hope he’s okay,” Fluttershy said, nervously. “Let’s go check the television,” Wonka instructs. “Watch the screen.” As Mr. Wonka works on the controls, they all face the little screen hoping to see Mike Teevee emerged. But after a few beeps and whirs, nothing seemed to happen. “Mike?” Mrs. Teevee shouts, worried. “Why’s he taking so long?” “Million pieces take a long time to put together,” Charlie points out. “But he’s going to be okay, right Mr. Wonka?” Pinkie asked. “Gee, I don’t know,” Mr. Wonka admits. “Sometimes only half of the little pieces find their way through.” As he works, Mr. Wonka turns to Mrs. Teevee, the old girl trying so hard to keep it together. “If you had to choose only one half of your son, which one would it be?” Mr. Wonka asked. “What kind of a question is that?” Mrs. Teevee wailed. “No need to snap, just a question. Starting to make me feel a little anxious.” “Oh, where are they?!” “Look, there’s somethin’ comin’ through!” Applejack points out. “Is it Mike?” Rainbow asked. “Well, it’s hard to tell,” Mr. Wonka spoke, studying the screen. “But I—” “There he is!” Spike points. Sure enough, out of the darkness, in a full white coat, Mike Teevee emerged before their eyes. Only to their surprise, or in his mom’s case ‘horror’, Mike Teevee had now shrunk to the size of an action figure, a very lifelike action figure. “Ooooooooh ho-hoooooh!” Mrs. Teevee wailed, at the sight. “Sweet mother of Celestia!” Rarity cried, nearly fainting. “Our little group is getting smaller by the minute,” Grandpa Joe said. “Look at me, everybody!” Mike shouts, waving his arms. “I’m the first person in the world to be sent by television. Wow, what a wild trip that was. It’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. Am I coming in clear? Hey, Mom, I said, ‘Am I coming in clear?’” “Great,” Mr. Wonka sighed in relief. “He’s completely unharmed.” “Unharmed?!” Mrs. Teevee shouted. “You call that unharmed?” “Well, could be worse,” Pinkie assured. “The boy could’ve teleported with a common housefly and in a few days undergo this hideous chain reaction where he fuses into…” The minute he noticed everyone in the room eyeing Pinkie Pie with glares and frowns, Pinkie pauses and smiles. “I’m sorry, I’ll shut up.” “Wow, that was something!” Mike said, climbing off the screen. “Can I do it again?” “No, there’ll be nothing left!” Mrs. Teevee shouts. “I hate to agree, but your mother’s right, Mike,” Twilight said. “I really hope you learned something from this. “Don’t worry about a thing, pony; I feel fine! I’m famous, I’m a T.V. star. Wait ‘til the kids back home hear about this.” But finally, Mrs. Teevee was having none of that as she carefully picked up her son with two fingers and proceeds to open her purse. “Nobody’s gonna hear about this!” “Where are you taking me?” Mike cried. “I don’t want to go in there!” Suffice to say, Mrs. Teevee had Mike placed inside her purse while he kept shouting ‘Hey, let me out! It’s dark in here’. All Mrs. Teevee said was… “Be quiet.” “Come on, Mom, I want to be on T.V.!” As her son continued to protest inside her purse, Mrs. Teevee turns to Mr. Wonka, who looks nonchalant at this unforeseen circumstance. “Well, what exactly do you propose to do about this?” “Well, fortunately small boys are extremely springy and elastic… “Let me out, Mom, or I’ll gnaw my way out!” “So I think we’ll put him in my special taffy-pulling machine. That should do the trick.” “I’m warning you, Mom; there’s a nail file in here!” “Taffy puller?” Rarity asked, wide-eyed. “Taffy…” Mrs. Teevee muttered. As Mrs. Teevee tried to process that plan, Mr. Wonka turns to an approaching Oompa Loompa. “I want you to take Mrs. Teevee and her… Little boy up to the taffy-pulling room,” Mr. Wonka instructs. “You’ll find the boy in his mother’s purse. But be extremely careful.” “If you don’t let me out, I’ll smear your lipstick all over everything!” “T-T-Taffy pull-“ Mrs. Teevee stuttered. The Oompa Loompa whispers to Willy Wonka, only increasing her anxiety all while her son kept protesting. “Oh, what’s he saying?” “No, no,” Mr. Wonka assures, to the Oompa Loompa. “I won’t hold you responsible.” “Responsible for wut?” Applejack asked. Finally, Mrs. Teevee could no longer take it as she faints backwards into Grandpa Joe’s arms. “Why Joe, you are such a swoon,” Pinkie teased. “I’m a married man!” Grandpa Joe responds. When Wonka and the Oompa Loompa seemed to reach an agreement, he turns toward Mrs. Teevee who barely looks up at him. “And now, my dearest lady, it’s time to say goodbye.” Mrs. Teevee was about to make a response, but Wonka holds a hand up. “No, no, don’t speak. For some moments in life there are no words. Run along now.” Two Oompa Loompas take Mrs. Teevee by her arms and drags her out of the Testing Room, all while she mutters as if she’s completely lost her mind. All the other ponies, including Spike, Charlie, and Grandpa Joe could do is silently watched as another pair of guests were taken away following a freak accident. While everyone else was still taking this in, Mr. Wonka looked on with a casual glance as Mrs. Teevee was hauled away. “Adieu, adieu, parting is such sweet sorrow.” Just then, the remaining Oompa Loompas in the room began to march together in the room and sure enough the whole group knew what was coming. For the fourth and final time, the Oompa Loompas would do a routine and for the very last time perform a song that would be stuck in their heads forever. Pinkie Pie opens her muzzle as if she were about to make a response after that song, but then turns to the audience. “I’m not going to award that with a response.”