Chris led the group towards a set of double doors that were intricately carved with depictions of people eating chocolate, harvesting it, and making it. "And so, if I'm not mistaken, that makes two bad kids down, three good kids left!", he said to the group. Grandpa Joe raised an eyebrow and leaned down to whisper to Cameron, saying "I'd think calling them good"-he gestured to Heather and Cody- "is a bit of a mistake." Cameron chuckled before the group started to walk through the doors. "Um, Chris, are you sure Courtney is going to be ok? That doesn't look like something a person could recover from", Cameron spoke up.

"Nonsense, Cam! The science behind it is foolproof! I've had to juice many of my interns, and all of them ended up fine! Trust me, little miss gum chewer will be just fine. Now then, everyone please try to keep up! We've still got a lot to see and only one day to see it!" Mclean was walking at a brisk pace, and while Cameron was able to easily keep up, he noticed Grandpa Joe lagging a bit behind, breathing heavily. In an effort to let his grandfather catch up, Cameron pointed at a random door. "Chris, what's in that room right there?" Chris stopped for a second, trying to remember.

"That's a good question. I think that would be the room with Square Candies that Look Round. Very interesting room, but I don't know if we have time to see it. Unless someone wants to see it really badly." Everyone shrugged. "Too late, I think you'd like it. Come in!" Everybody shuffled in to see a large room with plain white walls. However, against one wall, there was a table with a multitude of square candies on them. The candies were unique, however, in that they had faces on them. They didn't look like real faces, but rather crudely drawn faces, not unlike those one would find on a child's stick figure drawing. Everyone was a bit underwhelmed when they saw them.

"I don't get it. They don't look round, they look square!" Heather said.

"Yeah, they're completely square. Are we looking at them wrong?" Cody chimed in.

"Wrong and wrong, dear children! Although these candies are square, they look round! Just watch!" And with that, Chris held up his index finger and moved from side to side. Amazingly, the squares followed his finger with their eyes, moving it to one side and then the other. Everyone gasped.

"That's crazy! How did you get them to do that?" One of the parents asked.

"I want one of those!" Heather yelled at her dad.

"Did you bring us in this room just so you could make a cheap joke?" Cody asked, to which Chris laughed. "Maybe, maybe not. I just thought you might like it! Now that everyone's had a good look, step outside and I'll show you another one of my new, never-before-seen inventions!" The group walked at a steady clip past a variety of rooms that ranged from a janitor's closet to rooms for specific types of candy. One of the rooms they passed was labeled the Butterscotch, Buttergin, and Buttervodka Room; The whole name barely fit on the door.

"Say, Mclean, this room looks really fascinating. What goes on in there?" Sir Watson asked.

"Well, that room is where I make all my...um...adult beverages. I probably shouldn't tell you too much because there are delicate ears listening to this, but…"

"Hey genius, we know what alcohol is. You don't have to avoid it", Cody said sarcastically.

"Alright, fine" Chris said as he rolled his eyes for a brief second before plastering on his signature smile once more. "I started out by making butterscotch in this room-the candy, not the beverage-but then once people started reaching out to me about making actual butterscotch, I decided, what the heck, I'll join that market. So I released the first variety a couple of years back, and I've steadily been testing out and marketing other flavors ever since. I'm currently working on a butterbourbon, but I haven't been too pleased with the results so far."

"Does it have some weird side effect too? Like, does it make your head shrink or something?", Heather snarked.

"Nah, it just tastes bad. Although that would be pretty funny. Anyways, the interns seem to really love this room. Sometimes I have to go in there and shoo them all out, but honestly, there really isn't that much to see in the room, so off we go!" As the group walked away, they could hear tiny voices from the room, laughing and yelling. The group walked down a long hallway with many twists and turns, leading Cody's father to believe they were lost at one point. Cameron himself was eventually pretty confused as to where they were going after a while. He was about to ask where they were going when Grandpa Joe piped up and asked himself: "Chris, where the heck are we going? We've been walking for what seems like fifteen minutes!" Chris looked back and chuckled.

"That's because we've been walking for twenty! Don't worry, we're almost there, and the good thing is the things I wanted to show you are really close to each other. Ah, here we are!" The group stopped in front of a large set of doors with the words "Fizzy Lifting Drinks" written above. "Welcome, everyone, to the room where I am making Fizzy Lifting Drinks! You are all familiar with soda, right? Of course you are! Well, this new invention is going to be the next evolution of drinking soda!" At this, everyone murmured to themselves. "How can you evolve soda?", Heather asked. As they entered the room, everyone gasped. The room was essentially a large circle, with a walkway on the edges and a giant hole in the middle. There were giant industrial fans attached to both the ceiling and the floor, and large bubbles were floating between them. Even the bubbles looked surreal and manufactured as they glistened and darted in the air. The noise from both of the fans made the room quite loud, and Chris had to shout over them in order to be heard. Once everyone had found a place to stand, Chris began to speak:

"It's simple, really. When you drink a regular soda, nothing extraordinary happens to you, except for a happy feeling and a case of the burps. I've managed to take it one step farther: I've managed to carbonate these Fizzy Lifting Drinks with a special kind of bubble: one that contains a special type of gas. See, they contain a type of gas that makes you lighter than air. In un-scientific terms, it means you're able to float. And the more you drink, the higher you float. And trust me, it feels amazing to float for a bit. It's like achieving that perfect zen mode." Seeing a lot of blank stares, he paused for a second. "It feels really good, ok? It's something that will revolutionize how we view sodas going forward! It's one of the things I'm most excited to continue to develop and eventually release to the world. Trust me, these will be huge! Now come along, everyone, I don't want to linger too much, and there's a couple more interesting rooms you need to see!" Cameron was enthralled by the room: of all the rooms they had visited, this may have been the coolest.

With that, everyone started to exit the room. Cameron took a couple steps towards the door once everyone had left before he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Grandpa Joe, who hadn't moved from his spot. "Hold on, Cameron, let's take a bit of a longer look at this. It seems really fascinating!" Cameron looked at his grandfather quizzically, then looked back to the doors and the fading chatter of the group. "But Grandpa, the tour is moving on! I think we should catch up with them."

"Oh, come on, Cam. I saw how interested you were in this room. It would be a waste to not be here and enjoy it a little further, wouldn't it?", Grandpa Joe replied.

"Well, I guess you're right. This room is pretty sweet. How do you think these bubbles make you float? Must be some kind of weird science I wouldn't understand."

"Yeah, I'm not even gonna try and understand how it works; I wouldn't be able to. So how are you enjoying the tour so far, Cam?"

"Oh, this has gotta be the best trip I've ever been on! It seems like every room is greater than the last!"

"I agree! I'm so glad you got to go on this trip as well. We've been dealt losing hands for so long, it's finally nice to see a Wilkins get a win every once in a blue moon." The pair stood in silence for a couple seconds, admiring the marvel that was the Fizzy Lifting Drink room. During this time, Cameron was thinking something over in his head.

"Hey, what would happen if we tried the Fizzy Lifting Drink bubbles? Like seriously, what would be the harm?", he said after a long pause. "Wh...what do you mean, Cam?", Grandpa Joe replied.

"I want to try this. Just once. You said it: the Wilkinses never get wins. As long as I'm here, I want to have as much fun as possible. Let's try one of these bubbles." Cameron was more resolute in his tone this time.

"You sure, Cam? Mr. Mclean didn't say we could try them. What if something crazy happens? What if you or I get kicked out because of this?

"That's a risk I'm willing to take. Just this once." And with that, Cameron leaned over the railing and inhaled one of the bubbles. "Mmmm...tastes like orange cream soda! Woah, Grandpa, look at this!" Cameron had started to rise off the ground. Chris was right, Cameron thought: it did feel super good! "Come on, Grandpa, try it!", he called out to his dubious grandfather.

"Well, alrighty then, if you insist!", he said as he inhaled a bubble, and soon the two were floating five feet above the ground. They swam through the air as they laughed and had a good time. Cameron and Grandpa Joe both ingested several more bubbles, and before they knew it, they were soaring high above the ground. They were having a great time until Cameron noticed something.

"Hey, Grandpa, is it just me or is the noise of the fan getting louder?", he called out. "Yeah, I was noticing that too, but I thought it was just some wacky side effect!", Grandpa Joe responded. They both looked up and gasped. They were headed straight for the fan, which was rapidly coming closer and closer to them by the second.

"Oh, no, Cam, what do we do? We're about to be diced to pieces by that giant thing!", Grandpa Joe yelled.

"I'm not sure! I forgot that thing was up there!", the boy responded.

"How could you forget? It's super loud!"

"One second, I'm thinking!"

"Well think quickly, because that fan is getting pretty close!" Indeed it was: the fan, which was a good 30 feet off the ground, was now only a couple feet from their heads. Cameron was panicking as his mind went blank. What could he do? Surely this couldn't be the end of him and Grandpa Joe, he thought.

"Maybe if we swim to one side we can *burp* escape it!" Cameron said. As he burped, he dropped down a couple feet. Grandpa Joe saw that and immediately sucked in some air.

"Cameron, you may be on to something! When you burped, you started to drop!"

"Oh, excuse me. I forgot to say that afterwards."

"No! I mean, *burp* after you burped, you dropped a couple feet! I think this is how we get out of this *burp* predicament!"

"Haha, I get it! All we have to do is *burp* belch our way down! I read you loud and clear!" And with that, the two burped many times, laughing after each one until they were just about to the ground. One final long burp from each made their feet touch the ground, and they sighed with relief before kissing the ground. They recoiled as they realized the ground was not made out of candy but steel.

"Way to go, Cam! Your ingenuity got us away from almost certain death! I thought we were goners up there!" Grandpa Joe exclaimed.

With a smile, Cameron said "For a second there, I thought that too!" They looked at each other before Cameron jumped. "The tour! We have to get back to them before they realize what we've done!"

The two raced out of the room and down the winding hallway, passing rooms with many different noises coming from them, before they started to hear the sound of Chris' voice once again. They turned a corner and ran into the group, who were stopped outside of a door that read "Toasting Room". They stopped to catch their breath and tried to act inconspicuous.

"And that is how I got my start toasting marshmallows and-oh, hey, Cameron and his grandpa have come back! I was starting to wonder when we'd see you again! Where exactly did you go?" Cameron stuttered for a second before Chris waved it off. "No time for that now, we're right next door to our next stop on the tour! Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you...the Nut Room!", as the group came to a stop in front of a set of double doors that smelled of salted peanuts.

Hey everyone! Sorry about the delay for the next chapter! I had final exams, so I was really busy and couldn't fit in time to write this. Hopefully this chapter is good, and as always, feel free to leave me feedback, be it positive or negative! Thanks!

TUS