After leaving the invention room they came upon a hallway with colorful fruity wall paper.
"Wow," Peter remarked. "My mothers kitchen would have looked like this at one point."
"Wait a minute. Must show you this." Willy said stopping the group in
the middle of the hallway. "Lickable wallpaper for nursery walls. Lick
an orange, it tastes like an orange. Lick a pineapple, it tastes like a
pineapple. Go ahead, try it."
"Oh." Peter said.
"I wouldnt, Petah, you don't knows touched that wall." Davy said.
"Oh come on, you know how Willy feels about his chocolate. Do you think he would let people lick a dirty wall?" Peter asked.
"Okay," Davy said. "Go for it. Though Mike would be in here with a squeegee afterwards."
"I got a plum." Mike Teevee said.
"This banana is great. Its almost like real." Peter said while Willy encouraged the group to try more.
"The strawberries taste like strawberries. The snozzberries taste like
snozzberries!" Willy enthused.
"Snozzberry? Who ever heard of a snozzberry?" Veruca asked.
"Its what Micky likes to call what comes out of his nose." Davy said. The group looked at him and backed away from the wall, slowly. "Sorry."
"Its time we moved on anyway." Willy said. "We are the music-makers,
and we are the dreamers of dreams. Come along, come along."
Grabbing a last lick, Peter and Davy quickly caught up with the gang in a room full of bubbles.
Willy turned as the group looked around. "Something very unusual in
here. Bubbles, bubbles everywhere, but not a drop to drink. Yet."
"What's it making, Mr. Wonka?" Peter asked.
"Fizzy Lifting Drinks. They fill you with gas, and the gas is so
terrifically lifting that it lifts you right off the ground like a
balloon." Willy explained.
"Oh, isnt it high? Gosh." Veruca said actually sincere in her wonderment for the first time.
"I dare not sell it yet." He said. "It's still too powerful."
"Can we try some?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, let us try some. Dont be mean." Veruca pouted. Whatever Verucas pout had effect on her parents didnt work here.
"No, no, no. Absolutely not. There'd be children all over the place." Willy said. "Come along, don't hang about. You'll go wild over the next room."
Everyone but Peter and Davy leave the room. Davy rubbed his throat.
"Petah, let's try a little of it, shall we?" He said. "Me throat is simply parched." He said
"Thats what you get for drinking all of your soda on the way here." Peter said. "I don't think we should touch it. Mr Wonka said..."
Davy blew him off. "Mr Wonka." He said. "Hes not gonna miss one bubble is he?" Davy asked.
"I don't suppose." Peter conceded.
"Then one little sip isnt gonna hurt us is it?" Davy asked looking around.
"I guess not." Peter sighed.
"Good." Davy waited for a minute as a bubble drifted his way. He caught it with one hand. Ordinarily a bubble would pop but this one turned into a bottle in Davys hand. He popped the top and took a long drink.
"Hey!" Peter hissed so Willy would not hear. "You said a sip."
"We're lying about not touching the drinks, I lied about taking a little sip." Davy shrugged. "Come on."
"Ok." Peter said taking the bottle. He took a small sip so he wouldnt have to go through the humiliating task of asking Willy where the bathroom was. "I don't feel anything." He said.
"Me neither." Davy said. "A little light headed." He said.He looked at Peter. "Whats wrong? Do I have something on my face."
"No." Peter said slowly. "Suddenly you're on my eye level." He said.
Davy looked down. He was floating a few inches above the ground.
"Davy you're flying!" Peter said.
"So are you!" Davy said. "Wow, the first time I'm taller than you and no one else is here to see it." He said.
"Hey we just keep going up." Peter said. "This is neat!"
"Yeah." Davy said. "Look at this." Davy said. He did a little thing with his hands and floated all the way around.
"How did you do that?" Peter said as they slowly rose up.
"It's easy, see." Davy did it again. Peter tried to do his friends trick but did it backwards. "No no, Petah, do it this way."
"I would but I would hit my head on the ceiling." He said looking up. "And a great big fan!" He said with slight panic in his voice.
"How come we're not going down?" Davy asked.
"This must be why he didnt give any to us." Peter said.
"It's a good thing. Veruca would claim people were looking up her dress." Davy agreed.
"How do we get down? I cant stop myself." Peter said.
"Me neither. Theres nothing to grab onto here." Davy said. He looked around in a panic. Suddenly a sound escaped his lips. "Oh excuse me."
"Thats all right." Peter said. "Davy, burp again."
"No way. That was nasty." Davy said.
"No, no burping will get us down." Peter said. "The gas. Once we dont have the gas, we won't float."
"Oh ok." Davy said.
Peter and Davy began to force themselves to burp. In a loud sucession of burps and belches they began to feel themselves sink away from the big fan above their very heads. About halfway down there was the distinctive sound of something very un-belch like.
"Petah, burp, dont fart." Davy said. "We don't want to go back up!"
"Right, sorry." Peter said as they soon reached the ground. "Memo to us, when someone tell us not to do something we do it next time!"
"Agreed! Let's see if we can catch up." Davy said as they sprinted into the direction the others went.
"I hope they didnt miss us." Peter huffed.
Mike and Micky found themselves on the other side of that wall they leaned on outside of the building.
"What happened?" Mike said.
"Must be one of them secret entrances." Micky said. "One of them swinging doors like in the old spy movies."
"Whoever it was that went in this way certainly knows his way around." Mike surmised. "How do we get out of here?"
"I don't think you go out this way." Micky said pushing on the way. It did not budge. "I'm not even sure this is the right section of wall."
"This whole place is disorientating." Mike agreed. "We might as well go down this way."
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I'm the leader and you should follow me."
"I never got to vote on this." Micky said as he began to follow him.
"I know but thats the way it is...." Mike said suddenly slipping out of sight.
"Mike?" Micky said looking around. "Where did you gooooo." He said before he fell down the same dark opening. It felt like a slide. It went down for several feet before there was a drop off point. Micky landed on a spot next to Mike.
"I'm beginning to think we should have stayed in the car." Mike said groaning.
"I second that emotion." Micky said rubbing his head. He looked up. "Mike?"
"What?" Mike asked.
"We got company." He pointed. Three figures towered above them. Two were shorter but the man with them was familiar. "Hi."
Davy and Peter caught up with the group in what looked like the worlds largest chicken coop.
"I know what you're thinking: They can't be doing what they're doing. But they are." Will said to them. "They have to. I haven't met the Oompa Loompa yet who could do it. These are the geese that lay the golden eggs. As you can see, they're larger than ordinary geese. As a matter of fact, they're quadruple size geese which produce octuple size eggs. They're laying overtime right now for Easter."
"Wow, think of the omelet this will make!" Peter said.
"Someone could eat for a year on these things." Davy agreed as the geese did their work."
"But Easters over." Mike Teevee said.
"Shhhh." Willy said. "They dont know. I'm trying to get ahead for next year."
"What happens if they get dropped?" Verucas father asked.
"Are they chocolate?" Veruca asked.
"Yes, a deilcacy." He said. "But I wouldnt get too close. The geese are very tempermental." He said going over to a meter. "Thats why we have
the Eggdicator."
"The what?" Mikes mother asked.
"It can tell the diffferance between a good egg and a bad egg." He explained.
"Oh its an educated Eggdicator." Davy said.
"I want a golden goose!" Veruca said.
"And I want a muzzle, for you know who." Davy said.
"Daddy get me a goose." Veruca demanded ignoring Davy.
"How much wonka?" He asked.
"None of my geese are for sale." Willy said. "She cant have one."
"Who says I can't?" Veruca said stomping her foot.
"Look out shes gonna charge." Peter said.
"Hes saying you can't have one. Cant you deal?" Davy asked.
Veruca gave him the evil eye, which had no effect on Davy.
"I want everything." She said in a sing song voice. "I want a party. I want treats. I want it all!" She said jumping on the Eggdicator.
"Thats not a good move there girlyface." Davy said. The Eggdicator made a "Eh eh" noise and the floor dropped from under her.
"What happened?" Peter asked.
"She was a bad egg." Willy sighed.
"I knew that at the front gate." Davy said. "I didnt need no fancy gadget to tell me."
"Where is going?" Verucas father said.
"To where all the bag eggs go, the garbage chute." Willy said.
"At least he recycles." Peter said.
"Then where?" Verucas father asked.
"To the furnace."
"The furnace?" Her father spat. "She'll fry!"
"She most likely got stuck somewhere." Willy said.
Verucas dad looks at the Eggdicator chute and jumps down it.
"Boy there is gonna be a lot of garbage today." Willy said.
"They arent gonna be really burned up is she?" Peter asked Willy. Willy thought and looked at him.
"The furnace is only lit every other day so I'd say they had a sporting chance." Willy finally answered.
"Okay I might not have liked her but I doubt hes gonna let her burn up." Davy said.
"Why?" Mike Teevee asked.
"Why chance losing a girl with such a big mouth to fill?" Davy cracked.
"We must go." Willy said.
"Mr Wonka, the pace is killing me. Can we sit down for a minute?" Mikes mother asked.
"No fret, my pet. Our transportation has already been arranged for us." Willy explained. "Come this way."
