Bucket- Cake Room

Except for the VIP Room, the Cake Room was the largest room yet. The floor was mostly empty, but above where Mr. Bucket and the children were walking, thousands of conveyor belts ran across up and down and in loops like an Escher painting, delivering cake in and out of holes in the walls.

"We do not have time to stop and spend time here," said Mr. Bucket. "But I will give you the tour as we go. The belts in this room, they have every sort of cake you can think up! Carrot! Cheese! Ube! Red Velvet! Blue Velvet! Upside Down! Downside Up! Wedding! Snozzberry Surprise!"

"Can we have any?" asked Lim. His voice synthesizer sounded cheerier than it usually did. "I love cake."

"Of course you do," said Mr. Bucket. "All babies love cake! I produce twenty million tons of cake per day and half of that is shipped to Madagascar alone for the first generation CHOCOR babies that were exiled there. They are among my best customers."

"So can I have some?"

"Yes," said Mr. Bucket. "You must be careful however. All babies love cake but all babies are messy with cake and I do not want a mess inside my factory. Do you promise to be careful?"

"Yes," said Lim. "Cake. Please."

"Fine," said Mr. Bucket. "All you must do is reach your hands out and ask the ceiling to deliver the flavor you want. If you want to invent a new flavor, ask for it! The machine will make it for you."

"Can it make a poison cake?" asked Chili. "Keerthi, I have a present-"

"Birthday cake!" shouted Lim.

A conveyor belt above Lim bent sideways and dropped a plate for Lim. It fell at a trajectory that allowed him to catch it while still walking. Cake fell on the plate afterwards, along with a fork.

One of Lim's claws changed into a tube and sucked it off the plate like a vacuum cleaner.

- Chapter 13: The Cake Room