"Wow," Sally said as they walked up to a large vehicle, Oompa Loompas poring huge bottles of soda into tanks.

"Behold the Wonkamobile. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Places, please, the dance is about to begin. Better grab a seat, they're going fast." Willy said as he directed Sally to the front of the machine before climbing up into the driver's seat.

"Mr. Wonka, what's that they're filling it up with?" Grandpa Joe asked as he and Charlie took their seats in the back, watching the little orange men.

"Oh, ginger ale, ginger pop, ginger beer, beer bubbles, bubble-ade, bubble cola, double cola, double bubble burp-a-cola, and all the crazy carbonated stuff that tickles your nose. Few people realize what tremendous power there is in one of those things." He supplied as he pulled leavers and turned knobs.

"Sorry I asked."

"You think Slugworth would pay extra to know about this?" Mike asked in a sort of mumble so only Sally could hear him.

"Mike, don't you take your anger out on him like that. You keep your mouth shut." She said, completely disappointed in her brother over the idea that he would want money and perhaps revenge for being pushed aside a little too much. Mike rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms and looked over the side of the car away from his sister. Willy looked down at the two, wondering what they were talking about that made Sally's shoulders droop.

"Everybody set?" Willy asked before pulling one last large lever. "Now hold on tight. I'm gonna really open her up this time and see what she can do. Swifter than eagles . . . stronger than lions . . ."

Sally worried her bottom lip as she wondered what Mike was going to do when they got out of there. With her eyes on her boots, she wasn't ready for the large flood of suds that dumped on top of her head. She let out a large gasp as she jumped in her seat, Mike quickly grabbed her hand to keep her from jumping out of her seat and falling.

"Must be a leak in the distilling tubes," Willy said when Sally looked up at him, foam dripping from her face.

"Grandpa!" Charlie started to yell from the back of the machine.

"Are you both okay?!" Sally yelled back to them in worry, but Willy covered their response with his own words.

"MARTHA! MARTHA! DU ENTSCHWANDEST!"

"It's getting in my eye!" Mike complained as he tried to stop the foam from coming out. Sally quickly grabbed her sweater once again and tried to use it to wipe the bubbles from her brother's face.

"AH, MEIN GLUCK NAHMST DU MIT DIR!"

"You're soaked through Mike. Is it in your shoes?" Sally asked him, blocking any of the foam that was still pouring out from getting on him.

"Move, I can handle it." He told her in annoyance, pushing her away from him.

"GEHT ES HIN WO DU ENTSCHWANDEST

ODER TEILE ES MIT MIR."

"You know, you can be so rude sometimes!" Sally snapped at her brother before throwing her sweater at his face. Mike turned towards her as he pulled the cloth away, his face set in anger. Before the two knew it they went through a door frame that seemed to instantly remove any trace of the foam that they had been covered in.

"Oh, well that's convenient." She said, looking her arms over for anything left behind.

"Hey, Grandpa, what was that we just went through?" Charlie asked, his voice caring to the front of the machine.

"Hsawaknow." Willy provided them as he started to pull levers again.

"What language is that?" Sally asked as she stood up when the machine stopped moving.

"No, that's "Wonkawash" spelled backward. That's it, ladies and gentlemen. The journey is over."

Willy climbed down to the floor, waiting for everyone else to do the same. Sally got down, not offering to help her brother who jumped down on his own when he noticed she was still upset. Willy looked at the two, noticing how they were distancing themselves from each other.

"Finest bath I've had in twenty years." Grandpa Joe said to Sally as he patted her shoulder, gaining a soft smile from her.

"Let's do it again, Mr. Wonka," Charlie said happily.

"You mean that's as far as it goes? Couldn't we have walked?" Mike asked in annoyance as he noticed how little distance they gained.

"If the Good Lord had intended us to walk, he wouldn't have invented roller skates. Now would you all please put these on?" Willy asked them, taking down white coats and goggles that were hanging on hooks by a large white door. Everyone took out a set, looking them over.

"We have to be very careful. There's dangerous stuff inside."

Everyone pulled the coats on over their clothes, sliding on the goggles as they followed him in through the large white door. Not noticing the sad look he gave to Sally behind his goggles.

A/N: If you are so inclined, please leave a review. I know you all might be upset with Sally and Mike fighting, but give it a moment and you will see why I had to do it. Plus, what kind of siblings would they be if they didn't fight?