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Quentin Blake illustrates The Vanilla Fudge Room, a chapter from an early unpublished draft of Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

In August 2014, The Guardian published - for the get-go time - a previously unseen affiliate from Charlie and the Chocolate Manufactory, complete with new illustrations past Sir Quentin Blake, to coincide with the volume's 50th ceremony.

I tried to read the unpublished chapter as though it was a new book, although obviously I had a lot of memories of the last version. It was fascinating to draw some more of the factory which I always enjoyed and to determine what a Vanilla Fudge mountain looks like. At that place are no Oompa-Loompas as I imagine that Roald had not invented them all the same.

- Sir Quentin Blake on illustrating 'The Vanilla Fudge Room'

'The Vanilla Fudge Room' comes from what we call back is a 2nd draft of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, a version in which Charlie Bucket is one of several Gold Ticket winners, non only the five who appear in the published version. He is also accompanied here by his parents as opposed to Gramps Joe. For more than on Roald Dahl'southward early drafting procedure, take a look at Roald Dahl Museum Archivist Rachel White'due south background to this chapter.

And now, without further ado - welcome to...

The Vanilla Fudge Room

'The remaining viii children, together with their mothers and fathers, were ushered out into the long white corridor once once more.

"I wonder how Augustus Pottle and Miranda Grope are feeling at present?" Charlie Bucket asked his mother.

"Not likewise cocky, I shouldn't recollect" Mrs Bucket answered. "Hither – concord on to my hand, will y'all, darling. That'south correct. Agree on tight and try not to let become. And don't you go doing anything silly in here, either, you lot understand, or you lot might get sucked upwards into one of those dreadful pipes yourself, or something even worse maybe. Who knows?"

Fiddling Charlie took a tighter hold of Mrs Bucket's manus as they walked down the long corridor. Presently they came to a door on which it said:

THE VANILLA FUDGE ROOM

"Hey, this is where Augustus Pottle went to, isn't it?" Charlie Saucepan said.

"No", Mr Wonka told him. "Augustus Pottle is in Chocolate Fudge. This is Vanilla. Come inside, everybody, and take a peek."

They went into some other cavernous room, and here over again a really fantabulous sight met their eyes.

In the centre of the room there was an actual mountain, a colossal jagged mountain as loftier equally a 5-storey edifice, and the whole affair was made of pale-brown, creamy, vanilla fudge. All the way up the sides of the mountain, hundreds of men were working away with picks and drills, hacking great hunks of fudge out of the mountainside; and some of them, those that were high up in dangerous places, were roped together for condom.

As the huge hunks of fudge were pried loose, they went tumbling and bouncing down the mount, and when they reached the bottom they were picked up by cranes with grab-buckets, and the cranes dumped the fudge into open waggons – into an endless moving line of waggons (rather similar smallish railway waggons) which carried the stuff abroad to the far end of the room and then through a hole in the wall.

"Information technology's all fudge!" Mr Wonka said grandly.

"Tin can we climb up to the top?" The children shouted, jumping up and down.

"Aye, if you are careful," Mr Wonka said. "Become upwards on that side over there where the men aren't working, and then the large hunks won't come up tumbling downwardly on summit of yous."

So the children had a wonderful time scrambling up to the top of the mountain and scrambling downward again, and all the way there and back they kept picking up lumps of fudge and guzzling them.

"Now I'grand going to have ride on ane of those waggons," said a rather bumptious piddling boy called Wilbur Rice.

"So am I!" shouted some other boy chosen Tommy Troutbeck.

"No, delight don't practise that." Mr Wonka said. "Those things are dangerous. You might get run over."

"You lot'd better not, Wilbur, darling," Mrs Rice (Wilbur's mother) said.

"Don't you do it either, Tommy," Mrs Troutbeck (Tommy's female parent) told him. "The man here says it'due south dangerous."

"Nuts!" exclaimed Tommy Troutbeck. "Nuts to y'all!"

"Crazy erstwhile Wonka!" shouted Wilbur Rice, and the ii boys ran forward and jumped on to one of the waggons as it went by. And then they climbed up and sat right on the height of its load of fudge.

"Heigh-ho everybody!" shouted Wilbur Rice.

"First finish Chicago!" shouted Tommy Troutbeck, waving his arms.

"He'southward incorrect nearly that," Mr Willy Wonka said quietly. "The first end is most certainly non Chicago."

"He'south quite a lad, our Wilbur", Mr Rice (Wilbur'south male parent) said proudly. "He'south always up to his little tricks."

"Wilbur!" shouted Mrs Rice, as the waggon went shooting across the room. "Come up off there at once! Do you lot hear me!"

"You too Tommy!" shouted Mrs Troutbeck. "Come on, off you get! There'south no knowing where that thing'southward headed for!"

"Wilbur!" Shouted Mrs Rice. "Will yous become off that … that … my goodness! It'south gone through a pigsty in the wall!"

"Don't say I didn't warn them," Mr Wonka declared. "Your children are non especially obedient, are they?"

"Merely where has information technology gone?" Both mothers cried at the same time. "What's through that hole?"

"That hole," said Mr Wonka, "leads directly to what we telephone call The Pounding And Cutting Room. In in that location, the rough fudge gets tipped out of the waggons into the oral fissure of a huge machine. The machine and so pounds information technology against the floor until it is all squeamish and smooth and thin. After that, a whole lot of knives come up down and go chop chop chop, cut it up into nifty fiddling 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 store window as vanilla fudge! We've spent as well 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 auto to feed him! You've got it the incorrect way round a bit, haven't you, Mr Wonka?"

"I'll say he has!" said Mrs Troutbeck.

"At present, now," murmured Mr Willy Wonka soothingly. "Now, now, at present. Calm down, everybody, please. If the 4 parents concerned will kindly go along with this banana of mine hither, they will be taken direct to (the) room where their boys are waiting. You see, nosotros 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 ever has up to at present."

"I wonder," said Mrs Troutbeck.

"So do I," said Mrs Rice.

And high up on the mountainside, one of the workers lifted up his vocalisation, and sang:

"Eight little children – such charming piffling chicks. But ii of them said 'Basics to you,' and so there were 6."'

'The Vanilla Fudge Room' is a chapter from an early draft ofCharlie and the Chocolate Factory past Roald Dahl; ©1964, 2014 by the author, printed with permission from Roald Dahl Nominee Limited.