playing in the streets...
And now the lift began flattening out again, but it seemed to be going
faster than ever, and Charlie could hear the scream of the wind outside
as it hurtled forward... and it twisted... and it turned... and it went up...
and it went down... and...
‘I’m going to be sick!’ yelled Mrs Teavee, turning green in the face.
‘Please don’t be sick,’ said Mr Wonka.
‘Try and stop me!’ said Mrs Teavee.
‘Then you’d better take this,’ said Mr Wonka, and he swept his
magnificent black top hat off his head, and held it out, upside down, in
front of Mrs Teavee’s mouth.
‘Make this awful thing stop!’ ordered Mr Teavee.
‘Can’t do that,’ said Mr Wonka. ‘It won’t stop till we get there. I only
hope no one’s using the other lift at this moment.’
‘What other lift?’ screamed Mrs Teavee.
‘The one that goes the opposite way on the same track as this one,’
said Mr Wonka.
‘Holy mackerel!’ cried Mr Teavee. ‘You mean we might have a
collision?’
‘I’ve always been lucky so far,’ said Mr Wonka.
‘Now I am going to be sick!’ yelled Mrs Teavee.
‘No, no!’ said Mr Wonka. ‘Not now! We’re nearly there! Don’t spoil my
hat!’
The next moment, there was a screaming of brakes, and the lift began
to slow down. Then it stopped altogether.
‘Some ride!’ said Mr Teavee, wiping his great sweaty face with a
handkerchief.
‘Never again!’ gasped Mrs Teavee. And then the doors of the lift slid
open and Mr Wonka said, ‘Just a minute now! Listen to me! I want
everybody to be very careful in this room. There is dangerous stuff
around in here and you must not tamper with it.’