Charlie led them through the trees to the trunk of an especially large tree. It towered high above the others, and the trunk was so thick, a dozen people wouldn't have been able to join their hands around it in a ring.

Part of the tree had been hollowed out, and a wooden staircase of carved wood wound up the trunk.

"Please, after you" Charlie said. Veruca pushed forward, leaving Violet, Mike and Augustus behind. "All these stairs!" Augustus groaned.

They found the chief in a large treehouse, he wasn't wearing any uniform that they had seen before, he was wearing an outfit of leaves, woven grasses and animal skins.

When he saw Charlie, the chief got up, and smiled. He clasped his arms to his sides in a kind of salute.

"Hello" Charlie said cheerfully. The chief said nothing, and Violet wondered if the only sang, but then she had heard them laughing on the boat.

"Hello" Augustus said, and Violet and Mike greeted the chief as well, who didn't look at them quite so happily as he did on Charlie. Veruca sulked in the corner.

"Would you like to hear a song?" Charlie looked at them eagerly. His mother, who had come with them up the tree, nodded encouragingly at Violet and Mike.

"Alright then" Mike said, and Charlie nodded at the chief.

The Oompa Loompa whistled sharply. Violet heard loud rustles coming from outside the tree house. She looked out of the small window, and saw dozens of Oompa Loompas swinging down to the ground from vines. Some Oompa Loompas produced drums and other instruments, and then they began to sing.

Three children, sweet as candy

Learned their lesson, in the factory.

But Veruca Salt, the little brute

who just had to fall down the garbage chute

Decided that the chocolatier

Was at fault, it was his idea!

And while that might be slightly true,

we can't deny what happened to you

So here we are, to give you all

another tour of the chocolate halls,

For Wonka and little Charlie,

Thought it might be good for the factory,

If children's laughs and children's smiles

Could wash away the other crimes

Greed and envy, what a shame!

Spoilt children go down the drain!

So we offer now a second turn

Into the factory, to change and learn.

For we don't want the icky tastes

Of lovely manners going to waste!

Violet had never liked the Oompa Loompa song. For one thing, it was the only thing she heard when they rolled her around the Inventing Room and to the Juicer. And the only other time she heard it, a boy was stuck halfway in a pipe.

She looked over at the other children. Mike was sitting quietly, and Augustus was still tapping his foot along to the rhythm of the fading drums.

Veruca only pouted, although Violet could tell the song got to her.

"Come on, children, the tour's about to start" Martha said, and lead them back down the stairs, and out of the village into the pink corridor.

Wonka and their parents were waiting for them there. Wonka was tapping his cane on the ground.

"Are we all ready? Let's go" Wonka said.

Violet, who was surprised that they were going so quickly, was left at the back, wondering what was going on with Mike and Augustus. Charlie was up at the front with Wonka and his grandfather. His mother had gone back into the Habitation Center. Veruca was walking on the opposite side of the corridor from her father.

"Come on" Mike said.

They walked down the corridor until they came across a smaller corridor leading off of it.

Glowing signs hung from the ceiling.

LIQUIDS it said on one

SOLIDS it said on another

GASSES it said on the third

UNDETECTABLE STATES OF MATTER it said on the last.

"Undetectable states of matter?" Violet asked incredulously. Wonka nodded.

"You know, like candy floss or caramel. What are they? Gas? Liquid? Solid?"

"Technically" Mike began, but then stopped himself. "Right, I shouldn't mumble" He said quietly, and Wonka gave him a strange smile.

The group turned down the smaller corridor, it wound away until Violet couldn't see the end, but there were doors in the walls, which gradually changed from a pink to a steely blue, shiny like a metal.

They stopped in front of the first door. MARSHMALLOW ROOM it said in glowing blue letters.

"Now, this first room is one of Charlie's favourites!" Wonka pulled out a stack of small cue-cards from his coat pocket. "This room" He said. "Began as a small loading bay for my Marshmallow Marshes, but after…" Wonka quickly flipped to the next one.

"Ah! After I came up with the Edible Marshmallow Pillows, it changed to something much more!" He said triumphantly, and pulled on the large handle of the door.

It swung silently to the side, and revealed a very large room beyond.

It was a marsh. A large wetland with pink frogs and flamingos flapping about in the shallows. The small patches of land in the frothy pink water were also pink and powdery. Marshmallows. Wide, sweeping willow trees with small marshmallow buds just beginning to appear.

"Go in" Wonka said eagerly.

Violet was the first to step onto the soft land. It was bouncy, and she felt as though she could have jumped with all her might and flown twenty feet in the air.

"The water is strawberry milkshake! I have it pumped here from the strawberry cow shaking room"

"Because milkshake is not milkshake unless the cow has been shaken" Veruca rolled her eyes.

"Exactly!" Wonka laughed. Charlie began to bounce around, he bounced over the patches of water, and landed right in front of some of the flamingos, who flapped and fluttered in fright.

"I wonder what the flamingos are made of" Mike asked Violet.

"I don't know, sugar maybe?" Violet said. She didn't want to think about it, she wanted the mystery.

"AUGUSTUS!" They heard a yell. It was Augustus's mother, she was clenching her handbag tightly and was breathing hard.

"Augustus! I told you when we came to the factory, that you are not to eat anything that isn't offered to you by the Mr. Wonka!"

Violet and Mike burst into laughter. Even Veruca smiled.

Augustus had snuck over to one of the willows, and was stripping the long tendrils bare with his teeth. His mouth was sticky and bits of marshmallow clung to his lips.

"I think we've seen enough of this room" Charlie's grandfather said, chuckling. Wonka nodded, and called for Charlie, then ushered everyone out, and down the corridor once more.