Too late!

(slurping wildly)
 

Great, he's gonna give his cold to millions of people!

(VIOLET defiantly blows a bubble behind WONKA'S back.)
 

It's so good! I think I've had too much chocolate. Ah& Ah& Ah& CHOOO!!!

(AUGUSTUS falls into the smelting pot, head first. His legs kick once, then twice, then he freezes a la magic shell.)
 

Augustus! Augustus!
 

The chocolate's frozen, like magic shell!
 

He looks like an Easter Bunny!

(An OOMPA-LOOMPA enters.)
 

We've had an early revelation and lost a child in the chocolate smelter. It's a shame! the boy really seemed to know about food. Alas, take Mrs. Gloop's Poop to the strawberry dipping room and heat him to precisely 102 degrees Fahrenheit& or is that Celsius?& no, Fahrenheit? Yes& 102 degrees Fahrenheit! but no higher or he may spontaneously boil and that would be a tragedy.
 

Because Augustus vould be damaged?
 

My dear, Augustus was damaged long ago the tragedy would be the wasted chocolate! Goodbye Mrs. Gloop, and good luck.

(WONKA gestures and AUGUSTUS' Golden Ticket lightbox dims.)
 

Ladies and Gentlemen, please follow closely as we continue our tour...