The very creeped out children followed Wonka into another corridor. This hallway was a dark purple and there were multiple doors on each side going all the way down for what looked to be miles. They weren't certain how they could walk that far, it went on forever. Verruca wrung her hands and started to complain, "Oh... I don't want to walk this much! Isn't there a little car we can ride in?" Her voice was so whiny and it grated on Wonka's ears.
"Shut up!" the chocolatier snapped. Then he took a deep breath, "I mean... you'll miss too much if you zip by in a car."
Mike and Charlie had jumped when the man had yelled. Then Charlie looked around, trying to distract himself as they continued to walk. After a few seconds they walked by a room that the door was open to and Charlie got a peak of the inside. There was a swimming pool in it with crisp, teal water and a rack of glass soda bottles that were different colors. They passed it but Charlie had the urge to go back and walk inside, so he did. He couldn't resist.
Mike noticed Charlie had left and brought it up to Wonka, "Sir! Charlie went into that room back there."
Wonka stopped and the children bumped into him, "Pardon?" He heard what Mike said; he just reacted with that word. He turned around and pushed the children away, walking back to the open room. When he got to it he stood in the doorway and surveyed what Charlie was doing. The young boy was just standing by the rack, holding a hand out, but not touching anything, and gliding it over the bottles as if he were touching them; his eyes were sparkling and he looked so fascinated, it warmed Wonka's heart and the man smiled lazily. He walked up to Charlie, "My boy, why did you leave the group?"
Charlie looked up at him, "Oh!" He was just so mesmerized by the bottles that the presence of another startled him. He looked down bashfully and talked quietly, "I just saw these drinks and thought they were so beautiful... I'm sorry Mr. Wonka."
Wonka grinned and shook his head, "No, don't worry my dear boy, they are quite spectacular. They're called Bubbly Breathing Beverages. They make it so you can breathe under water. But each color has a different, fun, side effect."
The boy nodded in wonder. "Can I try one?" he asked, hopefully.
The man chuckled, "You can later, once everyone else is... gone." He meant dead but he knew better than to say it. He took Charlie's hand and lead him back out to the others. Charlie didn't know what Wonka meant by his statement but he let it go as they walked further down the hall. Soon Wonka turned to another door and opened it, smiling at the children. They all walked in.
Once inside, the first thing they noticed was a big glass window and a light purple door on the left side of it. Besides that, nothing else was in the room; not to mention, the room was completely white. Wonka instructed them to go look through the glass window. What was on the other side of the glass, in another fully white room, shocked them. There were dozens of an unknown species of animal in the cage. They looked something like a chow chow dog with large fangs and, no tail, and lion paws. They were all different colors and shades, and some where even multicolored. "They're called heimookers. They're used as guardians for risky adventures and such," Wonka explained. "They look cute and cuddly but they're actually feral and vicious."
Verruca squealed, "Ooh! They're so pretty... I want one! I'm going to take one home with me!" She was bouncing up and down.
Wonka looked at her in utter annoyance, "You will not be taking one home, they're extremely dangerous young lady. It'll tear you to shreds."
Of course Verruca didn't care what Wonka said; when she wanted something, she got it. "I'm keeping one and that's that!" She stomped her foot before going to the door, opening it, walking inside the cage, and closing the door behind her. She already knew the one she wanted; it was a light blue one with bright yellow tips in parts of its fur. They all looked at her with their cute faces as she walked slowly up to the one she wanted, beckoning for it to go to her. It tilted its head like a curious puppy would as she approached. She was just about to touch it when it snapped at her and bit her hand, latching onto her. The girl screamed but there was nothing anyone could do before the whole pack jumped her, tearing her to shreds like Wonka said they would.
Mike and Charlie watched in terror as Verruca was torn limb from limb by the savage beasts and blood flooded the white floor. This time Mike couldn't handle the death and he ran to the furthest corner of the room and puked. Wonka wasn't happy about Mike's weak stomach but the Oompa Loompas had to clean up the other room anyway, the vomit wasn't adding too much.
The chocolatier looked at the last two, "Hmm, two adorable little boys left." He winked at Charlie who, in turn, gulped while blushing, causing Wonka to smile insanely.