Anyway, we’re inside the factory, and truly it’s a place of wonders. Instead of Oompa-Loompas, there are plumpty-dumpties – I think those are tiny plums, but I’m not certain. And instead of the usual tribe of misfits who get their comeuppance via various chocolatey ways, there’s an overweight grape that drowns in gravy, a kiwi that gets frozen in chocolate rather like Han Solo in carbonite and a "spoilt little sprout" who gets brutally murdered by the icing-sugar dusting machine. Eek.
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