It's not just chocolate, is it?

There's... marshmallow.

That's right. Harvested from the mallow marshes of Peru.

And caramel. But-but it's...

Salted. With the bittersweet tears of a Russian clown.

And is that... Surely not? Cherry?

Cherry-picked by the pick of the cherry pickers from the Imperial Gardens in Japan.

Well, Mr. Wonka, I've been in this business a very long time, and I can safely say that of all the chocolate I have ever tasted,

this is without doubt the absolute 100% worst.

Oh, there we have it.

Ladies and gentlemen. An endorsement from Mr. S... Wait. The worst?

We three are the fiercest of rivals, and yet we agree on one thing.

A good chocolate should be simple, plain, uncomplicated.

Whereas this with all its bells and whistles, well, it's just...

Weird.

You're gonna hate what happens next.

What's happening? What's going on?

That's the hoverfly. It's broken out of its cocoon.

It's flapping its wings like billy-oh. - Oh! My hair!

You're off your rocker, Wonka!

Who in their right mind wants a chocolate that makes you fly?

Well, let's find out, shall we?

Who's for a Hoverchoc?

I want one. - One sovereign, please.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

One sovereign.

Thank you, madam. Enjoy your flight.