‘I ran to the hole in the wall that led to the Testing Room. A very old Oompa-Loompa was on duty there that morning. He was a bald, wrinkled, toothless old fellow. He was in a wheel-chair. He had been in the wheel-chair for at least fifteen years.
‘”This is test number one hundred and thirty-two!” I said, chalking it up on the board.
‘I handed him the pill. He looked at it nervously. I couldn’t blame him for being a bit jittery after what had happened to the other one hundred and thirty-one volunteers.’
‘What had happened to them?’ shouted Grandma Georgina. ‘Why don’t you answer the question instead of skidding around it on two wheels?’
‘Who knows the way out of a rose?’ said Mr Wonka. ‘So this brave old Oompa-Loompa took the pill and, with the help of a little water, he gulped it down. And then, suddenly, the most amazing thing happened. Before my very eyes, queer little changes began taking place in the way he looked. A moment earlier, he had been practically bald, with just a fringe of snowy white hair around the sides and the back of his head. But now the fringe of white hair was turning gold and all over the top of his head new gold hair was beginning to sprout, like grass. In less than half a minute, he had grown a splendid new crop of long golden hair. At the same time, many of the wrinkles started disappearing from his face, not all of them, but about half, enough to make him look a good deal younger, and all of this must have given him a nice tickly feeling because he started grinning at me, then laughing, and as soon as he opened his mouth, I saw the strangest sight of all. Teeth were growing up out from those old toothless gums, good white teeth, and they were coming up so fast I could actually see them getting bigger and bigger.
‘I was too flabbergasted to speak. I just stood there with my head poking through the hole in the wall, staring at the little Oompa-Loompa. I saw him slowly lifting himself out of his wheel-chair. He tested his legs on the ground. He stood up. He walked a few paces. Then he looked up at me and his face was bright. His eyes were huge and bright as two stars.
‘”Look at me,” he said softly. “I’m walking! It’s a miracle!”
‘”It’s Wonka-Vite!” I said. “The great rejuvenator. It makes you young again. How old do you feel now?”
‘He thought carefully about this question, then he said, “I feel almost exactly how I felt when I was fifty years old.”
‘”How old were you just now, before you took the Wonka-Vite?” I asked him.
‘”Seventy last birthday,” he answered.
‘”That means,” I said, “it has made you twenty years younger.”
‘”It has, it has!” he cried, delighted. “I feel as frisky as a froghopper!”
‘”Not frisky enough,” I told him. “Fifty is still pretty old. Let us see if I can’t help you a bit more. Stay right where you are. I’ll be back in a twink.”
‘I ran to my work-bench and began to make one more pill of Wonka-Vite, using exactly the same mixture as before.
‘”Swallow this,” I said, passing the second pill through the hatch. There was no hesitating this time. Eagerly, he popped it into his mouth and chased it down with a drink of water. And behold, within half a minute, another twenty years had fallen away from his face and body and he was now a slim and sprightly young Oompa-Loompa of thirty. He gave a whoop of joy and started dancing around the room, leaping high in the air and coming down on his toes. “Are you happy?” I asked him.
‘”I’m ecstatic!” he cried, jumping up and down. “I’m happy as a horse in a hay-field!” He ran out of the Testing Room to show himself off to his family and friends.
‘Thus was Wonka-Vite invented!’ said Mr Wonka. ‘And thus was it made safe for all to use!’
‘Why don’t you use it yourself, then?’ said Grandma Georgina. ‘You told Charlie you were getting too old to run the factory, so why don’t you just take a couple of pills and get forty years younger? Tell me that?’