"What... what just happened?" Bridgette whispers, staring up the tube. "That looked... rehearsed."

"They knew it was going to happen," Félix says suddenly, turning to the woman in red. "You made it happen. You pushed her, didn't you?"

"Oh I don't know what you're talking about," she smiles brightly. "The little greedy brat tried to swallow more than she should have."

"And you killed her for it?" Chloé looks terrified.

"She'll be fine," the man in green rolls his eyes.

"You just said she'd be made into fudge!"

"Look around you. The Sugarkids were all... well, they're perfectly happy and fine now, aren't you?"

"Yes Father," the children chorus... but Adrien hears one tiny, broken "No," from a tiny child made of marshmallows and chocolate.

The man in green steps up to the little boy, leaning down to meet his eyes. "You're not happy?"

"I-I'm happy!" he says quickly, falling in line.

"That's what I thought you said."

Adrien looks back, towards where Marinette stands, expressionlessly looking up at the pipe. "Will she be able to go home?" he asks quietly.

"Of course, of course," the man in green waves him off. "She won't actually become fudge, the Sugarkids are animatronics anyway. She'll be just fine."

Félix looks unconvinced. "Nobody could have survived that. She was under for a long time, and those suction tubes make it impossible to breathe, she'd have suffocated-"

"You're annoying, stop talking. Shall we continue the tour?"

Félix shakes his head. "No, I want to get out of here. Now."

"Well," the woman in red smiles sweetly, "I'm afraid we can't always get what we want, you little mistake. You weren't meant to be here at all, you nasty little devil, but you were just too clever for your own good. You're stuck on the tour now, but don't worry. It's all perfectly safe."

Félix shook his head. "I'm going back."

"Back where?"

The children turn, but the door they came through has vanished. "What...?" Chloé frowns. "Where'd it go?"

"Magic. Now, best to press on," the man in green smirks, leading them into a boat.

...

Bridgette sits in the back, beside Félix, blowing another gum bubble. "You know she's fine, right? They wouldn't let us die."

"I know what the limits of the human body are. And there's no way for a kid that small to survive what just happened." He opens his eyes, meeting Bridgette's. "We have to stick together. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what, young man?"

The pair spin around in the boat, Félix pulling Bridgette closer. "Nothing," he says quickly. "Nothing at all."

"Good," the woman in red smiles. "I bet you'll love the next room- the inventing room!"

They pull up to said room, which has a bright blue door. "Get in."

The kids stumble through the door, into a marvelous room, full of smoking machines, and bright candies.

"Whoa," Adrien whispers, looking around. It's undeniably incredible, as he reaches out, lifting a small blue candy. "What's this?"

"Everlasting gobstopper, try it," the woman in red smiles.

"I want one!" Chloé declares, grabbing three of them from the vat.

"One," the man in green pulls two from her hands, "is enough for anybody."

"Hey, give them back!" she reaches for the candies, but the man holds them out of reach.

"Why should I? Does the word 'Everlasting' mean nothing to you?"

"I need one for Sabrina and one for Daddy, duh!"

"Sabrina?" Bridgette tilts her head questioningly.

"Sabrina's my best friend!"

"Sabrina didn't get a golden ticket," the man in green sneers, dropping the candies into the hands of Bridgette and Félix instead.

Bridgette subversively slides hers back to Chloé. "I don't like hard candy, anyway," she whispers. "I like stuff I can chew."

Félix tosses his candy to her without abandon. "I don't really like candy at all anyway."

"Then why," the woman in red asks, smiling through gritted teeth, "did you hack your way into coming to a chocolate factory?"

"Cash," he shrugs. "I got offers for up to five thousand dollars, but then, like an idiot, I got curious as to why it was worth so much. So I willingly came into this madhouse."

"The ticket was meant for someone else, you know that?"

Chloé tilts her head. "I thought the tickets were random?"

"Hey! Tikki, lets show 'em the gum machine, that's something chewable for the girl with the long hair," the man in green grins.

"That sounds lovely, Plagg," the woman in red nods. "She did give the girl her own candy. She deserves this."

Félix takes Bridgette's hand, worry in his eyes. "I don't like the look on her face. This isn't safe."

"Knock it off, Fé," she giggles. "It's just gum, what's wrong with that?"

"You saw what happened to that girl."

She hesitates. "Well, this is different, it's gum. I know gum."

"Bridgette-"

"Félix," she pulls her arm out of his grip. "Chill." She walks after the man and woman (Tikki and Plagg?) toward a machine that bubbles and boils, creaks and moans, and spits out a stick of blue gum.

"The most amazing gum in the world," Tikki giggles. "Why, it's a full, three course meal on a stick!"

"What's in it?" Bridgette asks cheerfully, inspecting it.

"This particular stick is chicken wings, a burger and fries, and blueberry pie for desert!" Tikki giggles.

"I still say we should have put camembert in there somewhere," Plagg mutters.

Félix puts a hand on her shoulder. "Bridgette, this isn't a good idea..."

She pops the stick in her mouth, and her eyes grow wide. "Oh, wow! This is amazing, it really does taste just like chicken!"

"Blow a bubble to go onto the next course," Tikki grins.

Bridgette blows an impressive bubble, and gasps when it pops, moaning. "Oh my god, that's wonderful! It's got to be the best hamburger I've ever tasted!"

"The pie's better," Plagg smirks.

Bridgette nods, blowing the bubble quickly. "Ohhh!" she gasps, licking her lips. "It's amazing!" She closes her eyes, not noticing as her nose begins to turn blue.

"Bridgette..."

"Félix, stop. It's so good, seriously, this stuff is going to sell wonderouselly!"

"Bridgette, your face has gone blue."

"What?" her eyes open, as her stomach gurgles, and the slender body begins to expand. Her stomach is first, making a potbelly that swells over the waistline of her shorts, popping buttons off. "Oh my god!"

"Well, we haven't gotten the formula quite right," Tikki comments, as Bridgette's thighs grow, expanding her shorts to the breaking point, and her arms puff up, her cheeks gaining pudge as her neck all but vanishes under the growth.

"Help me! Make it stop!" she cries out, the gum falling from her lips, getting caught in her hair as her stomach reaches the ground, working with newfound love handles to envelope her legs. She moans in pain as her almost fully round body falls to the ground, and still does not stop growing.

"Bridgette!" Félix rushes to her side, looking for something to stick her with. "We've got to let the air out of her!"

"It's obviously not air," Chloé sneers. "Air doesn't slosh like that. It's either plain old fat, or it's juice."

Bridgette sobs, trying to move her hands to hide her face, before finding her body so swollen that they can't reach. Félix puts his arms around her, glaring up at Tikki and Plagg. "Do something! Fix her!"

"Fine, fine," Tikki shrugs, snapping her fingers, as six Sugarkids approach. "Roll Miss Bridgette to the de-juicing room, squeeze her before she pops. Show her she's very welcome in our factory, okay?"

The Sugarkids nod, and start to roll her, singing softly.

"Listen close, and listen quick
To the tale of Little Miss Bridgette.
The gentle girl she sees no wrong
In chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing
Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long
Chewing, chewing all day long
Chewing, chewing all day long

She goes on chewing till at last
Her chewing muscles grow so vast
And from her face her giant chin
Sticks out just like a violin

Chewing, chewing all day long
Chewing, chewing all day long
Chewing, chewing all day long"

"Shut up!" Félix shouts angrily. "Can't you see she's crying? What is wrong with you?"

The kids don't stop, as they roll her out of the room.

"For years and years she chews away
Her jaws get stronger every day
And with one great tremendous chew
They bite the poor girl's tongue in two
And that is why we must work quick
To save the Little Miss Bridgette

Chewing, chewing all day long
Chewing, chewing all day long
Chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing
Chewing, chewing all day long..."

Bridgette disappears from the room. Félix stares up at the pair of confectioners, eyes glittering in fury. "How dare you?"

"We did say it's the inventing room, not every candy is perf-"

Tikki is cut off my a punch to the face, knocking her to the ground. "Let us out of here!"

Adrien will recall the next moment as long as he lives, for the woman does not get up normally. No, it is like a reverse of her fall, without moving a muscle, she manages to swing up to standing. "On with the tour, children!"

Adrien tries not to listen to the screams coming from behind the door marked "De-Juicing Room."