A/N: Response Time: To Linkwonka88, thank you so much! To mattTheWriter072, I'm glad you enjoyed last chapter so much. You'll find out what's inside the other room in this chapter (which was written by me). Enjoy!

Once inside the other room in the Invention Corridor, everyone went on their separate ways to explore once again.

Max went up to a machine that looked like a soft serve ice cream machine. He grabbed one of the waffle cones from the side of the machine, held it underneath the dispenser, and pulled the lever over it, causing chocolate ice cream to slowly swirl onto the cone until he pushed the lever back up again. He started licking the ice cream as Wonka began to explain his invention, "That's Never Melting Ice Cream. It'll never melt, no matter how long you leave it out in the hot sun! Ha ha! Isn't that neat?"

Max gasped in delight. "Mummy! Mummy! I have to have one of these machines at home! Get me one now!"

Veruca looked towards Willy. "Wonka, how much for this ice cream machine?"

"It's not for sale, Mrs. Rose," Wonka responded. "And I don't care how much money you offer me."

"Mummy, please!" Max started to cry.

"Wonka, please!" Veruca said.

"No. Your son can cry all he wants, but he's not getting that machine. He can have as much as he wants while he's here, though."

"You hear that, darling?" Veruca said, trying to placate her son.

"Yes, but I still want this machine!" Max pouted.

"Well, once I start selling this ice cream on the shelves, you can buy as much of it as your 'mummy' can afford! Which is a lot."

"Yes, but I still want this machine!" Max sure was persistent, that's for sure.

"Just give it up already," Damon calmly suggested.

"Give it up? Give it up?! You don't understand how hard I have it! I once asked my mummy to get me thirty peacocks, and she only got me twenty-five! Can you believe that?"

"I said I was sorry, darling," Veruca said.

"But I'm sure you don't understand where I'm coming from, because all you care about is silly machinery."

"It's not silly; it's my life's passion," Damon said.

"Well, then, that explains why you're so pathetic," Max said under his breath.

"What did you say?" Damon asked angrily.

"Nothing."

Damon's eyes narrowed as he started to wander elsewhere around the room.

Rouge walked over to another machine in a corner of the room and pressed a red button that was labeled, "PRESS ME". The machine activated, causing little whirlidads and doohickeys to start spinning and whirring. A little square of fudge plopped out of a pipe and onto a plate in front of Rouge. A little sign that came out of the machine and pointed towards the piece of fudge was labeled, "TOUCH ME". Rouge picked up the piece of fudge, and before she could even place a tiny piece on her tongue, she already started to taste the fudge. "Oh, my goodness!" she said. "This is amazing!"

"I see you've found my Magic Hand Fudge!" Wonka said as he made his way towards the girl. "Cool stuff, isn't it? The best part about it is that you'll never run out of fudge so long as you keep touching it and never take a bite out of it."

"Hey, Wonka, what's this?" Jake asked from across the room.

"Oh," Wonka slightly smiled. "Let me show ya!"

Once Willy and the rest of the group made it to the machine Jake was standing next to, he picked up a small, blue pill from the conveyor belt on the machine and explained what it was, "These are Free-Z Pills. They…Jake, please stop throwing your basketball at things! Especially this machine! It's delicate! Anyway, they basically cool down your body to soothe your muscles, like after a long day of playing sports."

"Cool," Jake said as he threw his basketball at the machine again. "Now, that's a candy I could use."

"Jake, stop it!" Wonka raised his voice. "I'm not joking. You're going to break the machine if you keep hitting it with your stupid ball. Now, you must be exhausted. Wouldn't you like to try a Free-Z Pill?" Wonka offered him the pill.

"Uh, how 'bout no?" Jake threw his basketball at the machine a third time, this time causing one of the machine's major pipes to break open, expelling extremely cold fog all over Jake.

"Oh, dear," Wonka panicked. "Quick, someone fix that pipe!" Immediately, several Oompa-Loompas came to weld the pipe back together again.

"What happened to my son?!" Mike said in distress.

"I don't know. Let's find out." Wonka replied as he waved the fog away to reveal Jake completely frozen stiff and encapsulated in ice. "Oh, dear. Yep. This isn't good at all." Wonka looked at one of the nearby Oompa-Loompas and shrugged. "Just roll with it," he whispered to him.

A hip hop beat started up, and Oompa-Loompas all around the room started to assemble. Willy Wonka was once again bobbing to the beat. "Oh, no. Does this mean my son's eliminated?" Mike asked, but he didn't get an answer. Instead, he got a song,

"Everybody knows that sports

Are good for people of all sorts,

But what happens if you make

One huge, gigantic, big mistake

And take it to the far extreme?

It's just not good, then, as it seems.

Jake Teavee's a lousy boy.

He gets enraged about his toys.

His soccer and his basketball,

They'll only cause him just to fall

Into a hole of arrogance

And make his mind all small and dense.

Now, we ask you to please follow:

Brutality and arrogance is a hard pill to swallow.

He wants to be a sporting star.

Do you know what those requirements are?

Well, one we know, for fact, is this:

A trophy made in honor's bliss.

A great, big effigy made in his image

For all the hardship and the scrimmage.

So, that is why we made a statue

Out of Jake Teavee. Adieu!"

As the hip hop beat started to fade away, four Oompa-Loompas picked up the frozen Jake Teavee and carried him away.

"Where are they taking him?" Mike asked, panicking.

"Well, they're going to defrost him, of course. What else would they be doing with him? I suggest you join them. Hopefully, his nervous system will still be intact," Wonka replied.

"What? What do you mean?"

"So long, Mr. Teavee. We will see you again in a little while," Wonka said as he led Mike towards the Oompa-Loompas and his son.

"Mr. Wonka," Damon asked, "why did the Oompa-Loompas mention swallowing a pill in the song, even though Jake never took the pill?"

"Uh, haven't you ever heard of an idiom? That's all that was," Wonka explained. "The Oompa-Loompas sure are masters of improvisation."

Immediately after, an Oompa-Loompa entered the room, guiding back the Gloops to the rest of the group. Strangely enough, though, Claudia seemed to be in perfect condition. "Oh, Claudia! Augustus! How nice it is to have you back so quickly! I'm glad everything is back in perfect order."

"Yep," the Oompa-Loompa responded while looking through some papers on a clipboard. "It does seem like everything is back the way they were. Oh wait, there is one thing—Claudia did gain one extra pound in the process, but I'd say that's still a success."

"Vhat?!" Claudia screamed. "One pound?! I gained one pound?!" She suddenly fainted and fell on the ground.

"Oh, dear," Wonka said. "Well, just carry her around, I guess; we've got no time to lose." Willy led everyone back out the room to continue the tour.