More than Sweet

Ch.7

//here is the long awaited chapterrrrr. Again, I'm really sorry for not updating in like forever..😅 I'm just lazy af//

Charlie and Calla looked at each other, before giggling at the cream sign.
"Meine Herrschaften, schenken Sie mir ihre
aufmerksamkeit." Wonka said, smiling as he looked over the group behind him. "That's not French." Mrs.TeeVee furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the taller man. "Meine Damen und Herren, der Inventing Room." Wonka paused, looking at the small group before turning towards the large door. "Now remember, no
messing about. No touching, no tasting, no telling." Calla nodded excitedly, eager to see what was held behind the door that held so many rules. "No telling what?" Charlie questioned, his eyes looking around the door. Wonka smiled and got ready to open the door. "You see, all of my most secret inventions are cooking and simmering in here. Old Slugworth would give his false teeth to get inside for just five minutes, so don't touch a thing!" The group, besides the two siblings, all looked at each other, eyes wide at the mention of slugworth and the possibility of receiving an everlasting gobstopper.
When the doors opened and the group entered the room, everyone was shocked at the scene before them. Machines and other contraptions where whistling and bubbling throughout the room, all scattered and un-organized. Charlie looked around, eyes never staying in one place more than a few seconds. "Even if Slugworth did get in here, he couldn't find anything." Calla chuckled and nodded, leaning down to look at a strange, red machine bubbling next to her. 
"Shouldn't you be wearing rubber gloves?  You'll have the health inspectors after you, you know that, don't you." Mr.Salt said, a frown on his face as he watched Wonka mic a large tub of water with his bare hand. The man himself ignored Salt, continuing to stir the strange mixture. "Invention, my dear
friends, is ninety-three percent perspiration, six percent electricity, four percent evaporation, and two percent butterscotch ripple." He nods to himself and he taste his finger. "That's a hundred five percent!" Exclaimed Mrs.Teevee, shaking her head slightly. "Any good?" Mr.Salt asked, leaning over to see into the tub. Wonka, looking up in and in a high pitched voice, nodded. "Yes." Calla giggled at the mans voice, her attention then turning to Charlie as he poked at bubbles coming from a large tube.
As everyone continued to follow the tall man, occasionally stopping to inspect another strange contraption, everyone jumped as Wonka suddenly shouted. "No!  Don't.  Please.  Forgive me, but no one must look under there. This is the most secret machine in my entire factory. This is the one that's really going to
sizzle old Slugworth."
"Whats it do?" Charlie asked, stepping up to peer at the machine. "Would you like to see?" Charlie nodded, as did calla as she came to stand beside her brother. Wonka smiled, his eyes lingering on calla a bit longer before pressing a button. The machine starts to buzz and vibrate, before producing a strange looking object. "But what's it do?" Charlie yet again questioned, looking from Wonka and then up to Calla, hoping someone at least had an answer. "Can't you see? It makes an everlasting gobstopper." Everyone's ears perched up at the mention of the candy, eyes going a fraction wider. "Did you say ever lasting gobstopper!" Violet asked, Wonka nodding and mouthing the words with the girl. At that, the children all shouted and started jumping, exclaiming that they wanted one of the hard candies.
Wonka looked at the children, eyebrows raised as mischief swirled in his irises. "I can only give them to you if you solemnly swear to
keep them for yourselves and never show them to another living soul as long as you all shall live. Agreed?" The children all nodded, crowding around and sticking out their hands. "Agreed."
"Good." Wonka begins to hand them the candies, making sure to give them one each. "Hey she's got two! I want another one!" Veruca pointed, a glare on her face. Stop squawking you twit!" Violet replied, an equal glare on her face. "Everybody has had one, and one is enough for anybody. Now come along.  Now over here, if you'll follow me, I have something rather special to show you." The group followed to the next machine, all gazing at in anticipation for the next surprise. "Oh, Calla." Wonka stepped next to the girl while the rest were to looking towards the tall machine. Wonka held out his hand, in it being one of the colorful gobstoppers. Calla furrowed her eyebrows, tilting her head to the side as she gazed from the Wonka to the candy. "Why are you giving one to me?" She questioned, hesitantly taking the candy. "Because I want to." He simply said, giving her a smile before stepping up to the front of the group. "Isn't she scrumptious?  She's my revolutionary, non-
pollutionary mechanical wonder. Now button, button, who's got the button?" Charlie waved his hand, before pointing to where the button was. "It over here."
"Here?" Wonka questioned, playfully smiling at the young boy. Charlie nodded, grinning in excitement. Wonka pressed the button, watching the group for their reaction. "What you are witnessing, dear friends, is the most enormous miracle of the machine age: the creation of a confectionery giant! Finito!" Veruca frowned in disappointment. "That's all?" Wonka scoffed, shaking his head. "That's all! Don't you know what this is!" He exclaimed. "By gum, it's gum!" Violet said excitedly. "Wrong!" He said enthusiastically. "it's the most amazing, fabulous, sensational
gum in the whole world." Violet shrugged, looking at the small stick of gum. "What's so fab about it?" Wink smiled, holding up the gum as if it was a trophy. "This little price of gum is a three course dinner." Mr.Salt scoffed. "Bull."
"No, roast beef, but I haven't got it quite right yet." Violet reached out and snatched the gum, taking her current one out to stick the newer one in. "Oh, I wouldn't do that. I really wouldn't." He warned, though he didn't try to stop the girl. The girl ignored the man and her fathers warning, chewing loudly. "Madness!  It's tomato soup!  It's hot and creamy. I can actually feel it running down my throat! It's
delicious!" She continued to chew loudly, describing the flavors as the cane and went. "Stop. Don't." Wonka rolled his eyes, taking a seat on top of the machine beside Calla. "Why doesn't she listen to Mr.Wonka?" Charlie asked, looking up to his sister. "Because Charlie, she's a nitwit." The girl stated simply, eyes furrowing as Violets face actually started to turn Violet. "Violet! You're turning Violet, Violet!" The girls father exclaimed, eyes widening. The girl continued to chew, albeit slower, and put a hand up to her nose. "What are you talking about." She questioned. "I told you I hadn't got it quite right yet." Wonka said in a bored tone. "It always goes when it comes to the dessert. Always." He put a hand to his chin, watching the scene with amusement. "Violet what're you doing now?! You're blowing up!" Mr.Beauregarde said, as he took a step back along with the group surrounding the now blue girl. "I feel funny."
"I'm not surprised." Calla said, ignoring the sharp glare she received from Violets father. "You're blowing up like a balloon."
"Like a blueberry." Wonka corrected, smiling when he heard Calla giggle. "Somebody do something! Call a doctor." He demanded, looking for some way to help his daughter. Everyone started to list off options, some being to 'stick her with pin'. "You've really done it this time, haven't you, Wonka. I'll break you for this!" Beauregarde yelled, a finger pointed at the purple-suited man. "Oh well, I'll get it right in the end." Wonka shrugged, ignoring the other man as he pulled out a small pipe whistle and playing a tune. "We've got to let the air out of her, quick!"
"Oh there's no air. It's juice."
Violets father sputtered. "Juice!"
Wonka leaned down to one of his Oompa Loompas, giving them an order to what to do with the blueberry like girl. Wonka then turned to the father. "She has to be squeezed immediately before she explodes." Mr.Beauregardes eyes widen. "Explodes!?" Wonka nodded. "It's a fairly simple operation." Calla hummed, looking up at the swelled up girl curiously. "If only she listened" Calla tutted, again ignoring the glare from Violets father. "I'll get even with you for this, Wonka, if
it's the last thing I ever do! I got a blueberry for a daughter." The mans voice trails off as he was lead away by an Oompa Loompa, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Wonka sighed, shaking his head as he stares off into the distance. "Where is fancy bred? In the heart, or in the head? Shall we roll on?"

And with that, the group was led to the next room.

//ayyyye what up....yeah sorry for not updating in a while..my bad. Anyways, I updated tho :D

But I hope u enjoy the book so far, and thank you for all the support! It really influences and helps be to update. Again, thank you all and enjoyyyyy until the next update, buh-bye~//