Along the Corridor

           ’Well,well,well,’sighedMrWillyWonka,’twonaughtylittlechildrengone. Threegoodlittlechildrenleft. Ithinkwe’dbettergetoutofthisroomquicklybeforeweloseanyoneelse!’ 

           ’ButMrWonka,’saidCharlieBucketanxiously,’willVioletBeauregardeeverbeallrightagainorwillshealwaysbeablueberry?’’They’llde-juiceherinnotimeflat!’declaredMrWonka. 

           ’They’llrollherintothede-juicingmachine,andshe’llcomeoutjustasthinasawhistle!’ 

           ’Butwillshestillbeblueallover?’askedCharlie. 

           ’She’llbepurple?criedMrWonka. ’Afinerichpurplefromheadtotoe! Butthereyouare!That’swhatcomesfromchewingdisgustinggumalldaylong!’ 

           ’Ifyouthinkgumissodisgusting,’saidMikeTeavee,’thenwhydoyoumakeitinyourfactory?’ 

           ’Idowishyouwouldn’tmumble,’saidMrWonka.’Ican’thearawordyou’resaying.Comeon!Offwego!Hurryup!Followme!We’regoingintothecorridorsagain!’ Andsosaying,MrWonkascuttledacrosstothefarendoftheInventingRoomandwentoutthroughasmallsecretdoorhiddenbehindalotofpipesandstoves. Thethreeremainingchildren—VerucaSalt,MikeTeavee,andCharlieBucket—togetherwiththefiveremaininggrown-ups,followedafterhim. 

           CharlieBucketsawthattheywerenowbackinoneofthoselongpinkcorridorswithmanyotherpinkcorridorsleadingoutofit.