2024年4月7日发(作者：粟雅韵)
Wilbur Rice.
"So am I!" Shouted another boy called Tommy Troutbeck.
"No, please don't do that." Mr Wonka said. "Those things are dangerous. You might get run over."
"You'd better not, Wilbur, darling," Mrs Rice (Wilbur's mother) said.
"Don't you do it either, Tommy," Mrs Troutbeck (Tommy's mother) told him. "The man here says it's
dangerous."
"Nuts!" Exclaimed Tommy Troutbeck. "Nuts to you!"
"Crazy old Wonka!" shouted Wilbur Rice, and the two boys ran forward and jumped on to one of
the waggons as it went by. Then they climbed up and sat right on the top of its load of fudge.
"Heigh-ho everybody!" shouted Wilbur Rice.
"First stop Chicago!" shouted Tommy Troutbeck, waving his arms.
"He's wrong about that," Mr Willy Wonka said quietly. "The first stop is most certainly not Chicago."
"He's quite a lad, our Wilbur", Mr Rice (Wilbur's father) said proudly. "He's always up to his little
tricks."
"Wilbur!" shouted Mrs Rice, as the waggon went shooting across the room. "Come off there at
once! Do you hear me!"
"You too Tommy!" shouted Mrs Troutbeck. "Come on, off you get! There's no knowing where that
thing's headed for!"
"Wilbur!" Shouted Mrs Rice. "Will you get off that … that … my goodness! It's gone through a hole
in the wall!"
"Don't say I didn't warn them," Mr Wonka declared. "Your children are not particularly obedient, are
they?"
"But where has it gone?" Both mothers cried at the same time. "What's through that hole?"
"That hole," said Mr Wonka, "leads directly to what we call The Pounding And Cutting Room. In
there, the rough fudge gets tipped out of the waggons into the mouth of a huge machine. The machine then
pounds it against the floor until it is all nice and smooth and thin. After that, a whole lot of knives come down
and go chop chop chop, cutting it up into neat little squares, ready for the shops."
"How dare you!" screamed Mrs Rice. "I refuse to allow our Wilbur to be cut up into neat little
squares."
"That goes for Tommy, too!" cried Mrs Troutbeck. "No boy of mine is going to be put into a shop
window as vanilla fudge! We've spent too much on his education already!"
"Quite right," said Mr Troutbeck. "We didn't bring Tommy in here just to feed your rotten fudge
machine! We brought him here for your fudge machine to feed him! You've got it the wrong way round a bit,
haven't you, Mr Wonka?"
"I'll say he has!" said Mrs Troutbeck.
"Now, now," murmured Mr Willy Wonka soothingly. "Now, now, now. Calm down, everybody,
please. If the four parents concerned will kindly go along with this assistant of mine here, they will be taken
directly to (the) room where their boys are waiting. You see, we have a large wire strainer in there which is
used specially for catching children before they fall into the machine. It always catches them. At least it
always has up to now."
"I wonder," said Mrs Troutbeck.
"So do I," said Mrs Rice.
And high up on the mountainside, one of the workers lifted up his voice, and sang:
"Eight little children – such charming little chicks. But two of them said 'Nuts to you,' and then there
were six."
2024年4月7日发(作者：粟雅韵)
Wilbur Rice.
"So am I!" Shouted another boy called Tommy Troutbeck.
"No, please don't do that." Mr Wonka said. "Those things are dangerous. You might get run over."
"You'd better not, Wilbur, darling," Mrs Rice (Wilbur's mother) said.
"Don't you do it either, Tommy," Mrs Troutbeck (Tommy's mother) told him. "The man here says it's
dangerous."
"Nuts!" Exclaimed Tommy Troutbeck. "Nuts to you!"
"Crazy old Wonka!" shouted Wilbur Rice, and the two boys ran forward and jumped on to one of
the waggons as it went by. Then they climbed up and sat right on the top of its load of fudge.
"Heigh-ho everybody!" shouted Wilbur Rice.
"First stop Chicago!" shouted Tommy Troutbeck, waving his arms.
"He's wrong about that," Mr Willy Wonka said quietly. "The first stop is most certainly not Chicago."
"He's quite a lad, our Wilbur", Mr Rice (Wilbur's father) said proudly. "He's always up to his little
tricks."
"Wilbur!" shouted Mrs Rice, as the waggon went shooting across the room. "Come off there at
once! Do you hear me!"
"You too Tommy!" shouted Mrs Troutbeck. "Come on, off you get! There's no knowing where that
thing's headed for!"
"Wilbur!" Shouted Mrs Rice. "Will you get off that … that … my goodness! It's gone through a hole
in the wall!"
"Don't say I didn't warn them," Mr Wonka declared. "Your children are not particularly obedient, are
they?"
"But where has it gone?" Both mothers cried at the same time. "What's through that hole?"
"That hole," said Mr Wonka, "leads directly to what we call The Pounding And Cutting Room. In
there, the rough fudge gets tipped out of the waggons into the mouth of a huge machine. The machine then
pounds it against the floor until it is all nice and smooth and thin. After that, a whole lot of knives come down
and go chop chop chop, cutting it up into neat little squares, ready for the shops."
"How dare you!" screamed Mrs Rice. "I refuse to allow our Wilbur to be cut up into neat little
squares."
"That goes for Tommy, too!" cried Mrs Troutbeck. "No boy of mine is going to be put into a shop
window as vanilla fudge! We've spent too much on his education already!"
"Quite right," said Mr Troutbeck. "We didn't bring Tommy in here just to feed your rotten fudge
machine! We brought him here for your fudge machine to feed him! You've got it the wrong way round a bit,
haven't you, Mr Wonka?"
"I'll say he has!" said Mrs Troutbeck.
"Now, now," murmured Mr Willy Wonka soothingly. "Now, now, now. Calm down, everybody,
please. If the four parents concerned will kindly go along with this assistant of mine here, they will be taken
directly to (the) room where their boys are waiting. You see, we have a large wire strainer in there which is
used specially for catching children before they fall into the machine. It always catches them. At least it
always has up to now."
"I wonder," said Mrs Troutbeck.
"So do I," said Mrs Rice.
And high up on the mountainside, one of the workers lifted up his voice, and sang:
"Eight little children – such charming little chicks. But two of them said 'Nuts to you,' and then there
were six."