Do you remember the story of the chocolate palace that Willy Wonka built for the spoiled Indian prince Pondicherry? Only Pondicherry won't eat it, so it just melts, and one day he wakes up swimming in land mines and sand and hot chocolate? And all the jewels have slipped out of the cotton candy walls and are sliding around in the chocolate with him. And the jazz on the radio reminds him of better times, times that may not even have happened yet, times when he and his Bonnie will go driving right under the Indian Ocean and pluck pieces of coral reef out of the sticky sweet air.
Well, that or they'll rob banks; the radio station is not very clear on this point.