JOINT WINNER OF THE FANTASTIC BOOK AWARDS along with JACQUELINE WILSON and DAVID WALLIAMS
CHOCOLATE, HIEROGLYPHICS, KEYWORD CIPHERS and ANCIENT EGYPT
Class Chickenpox visits a chocolate factory that is holding a competition to win a year’s supply of chocolates. To win they must solve The Chocolate CIPHER, a secret code written in hieroglyphics and Minnie is desperate to crack it. But there isn’t much time because she is also busy helping her best friend Frankie in Frankie’s dad’s restaurant having lots of fun making pizzas and knickerbocker glories. Until new girl, Lavender, stirs up trouble and Minnie and Frankie’s friendship is put to the test. And just when things couldn’t get much worse disaster strikes. Minnie’s dog, Wanda Wellingtons, is dognapped! Minnie is distraught. Will she ever see her dog again? Has she lost Frankie as a friend for ever? Is there any hope of winning those chocolates?
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It is mind-bogglingly peculiar that sometimes you think you want things, but when you get them you don’t! I haven’t a clue how it happens but it is make-me-write-things-in-a-spiral annoying. Especially as I’ve wished for oodles of chocolate… and for the half-term holiday not to be boring. But as Gran always says… BEWARE WHAT YOU WISH FOR!
… We have just got to Cocoanuts! Another two schools are visiting as well and we all squash into the entrance hall that looks more like a jungle. Towering over us are plastic palm trees, and hanging beneath their shiny green leaves are bunches of chocolate brown coconuts. Clinging to the trunks are clockwork monkeys and when you wind up their tails they scamper up the trees singing, “Cocoanuts is nuts about cocoa!”
Tiffany Me-Me pushes forwards and says, “Me, me, me, I want to wind up the tail!” but luckily a man in a hairnet blows a whistle and we have to pay attention and form a group.
I’ve never seen a man in a hairnet before but Abhi says it is probably, definitely to stop his hair from falling in the chocolate. It is hard to take the man seriously, especially when he says his name is Brian Willy Wonka Wilson. He’s in a white coat and says, “Welcome to Cocoanuts! Does anyone here like chocolate?”
A hundred arms wave in the air and Brian says, “Then follow me.”
We can barely wait, and we push our way into the factory that is packed with machines that make Cocoanuts chocolate! It smells delicious and Brian explains it’s where milk and sugar get mixed with cocoa and numerous top secret ingredients.
“What top secret ingredients?” asks Abhi.
Abhi’s a boffin and always wants to know these things, but because they’re secret Brian won’t tell him. At least I think he won’t. It’s hard to hear because the machines are so noisy and most of the workers have little foam sausages plugged in their ears to help deaden the sound.
At the end of each machine is a conveyor belt and it’s a bit like being in a supermarket, but instead of carrying carrots to a till, the belts carry chocolates. And WE get to try them…
There are zillions of flavours and I gobble down zingy chilli, fruity raspberry, and would-like-it-as-toothpaste breath-fresh peppermint. A lady with a badge saying Cleopatra CHOCOLATE TESTER asks me which I like the best, but my taste buds are jiggling on the tip of my tongue and I truthfully tell her that I can’t decide.
“Sorry,” she smiles, “I didn’t hear you. Oh, I’ve forgotten to take my earplugs out.”
And she removes her foam sausages as I bellow, “I can’t decide which I like best!”
“Goodness!” beams the lady who can now hear me loud and clear. “Then I’d better give you a few more.”
Taste-tinglingly brilliant she gives me another six chocolates to help me make up my mind.
And I’ve never known what I want to be when I grow up, but now I’ve decided. I’m going to be a chocolate tester! Someone has to do it and it might as well be me. Spicy chocolate orange is definitely my favourite and Cleopatra nods and ticks a box.
Next we watch wrappers being printed and slipped over bars of chocolate. Then Brian moves us on and we stare goggle-eyed as boxes are stuffed with our favourite sweets, all twisted in brightly-coloured cellophane and tied shut with a ribbon. But too soon it’s time for lunch. I’m so full from testing chocolate that I can barely nibble a thing.
Mr Impey’s in his Friday-black tracksuit and looks like a sandwich-gobbling stick of liquorice with a mad mop of hair. He’s talking to Brian Willy Wonka Wilson and Brian winks and hands him a golden envelope that Mr Impey stashes in his bag.
“A hairnet!” I giggle. “Brian probably thinks Mr Impey needs one.”
And then Brian blows his whistle and asks if we’re ready for more of the tour. Everyone nods.
I’m so happy that I didn’t eat much lunch because Brian adds, “You may all try as many as you like, but in return we would like you to complete a questionnaire. So, if everyone’s ready, follow me!” He takes off his hairnet and his hair is stuck flattish to his head and we all follow hot on his heels as if we are in a chocolate trance.
Everyone pushes in a desperate attempt to be the first, but if the entrance hall was like a jungle, this room is like Ancient Egypt. The floor is covered in sand and the walls are made out of fake stone, and either carved and chiselled with hieroglyphics, or painted with pictures of mummies and pharaohs! None of the staff are wearing hairnets. Instead they are wrapped in togas, even Brian, who must’ve been hiding his under his coat! The ladies have black painted around their eyes, and in their hands are platters of jewels, which on closer inspection are gold chocolates!
“They must be the pyramids!” whispers Abhi.
And as if Brian has supersonic hearing, he blows a whistle and assembles us in front of a large banner of glitzy gold paper saying:
He cuts a string and the paper drops to reveal a sparkling gold pyramid. It’s even taller than Brian and is actually a pyramid made out of Chocolate Gold Pyramids!
“Da-daaah!” sings Brian, and we each get handed three chocolates.
They look so nice that it is almost a shame to have to peel one, but I tear the foil and bite the top off and gooey caramel spills down my chin. And I don’t care because it’s so delicious!
“Let’s guess what the secret ingredients are,” whispers Abhi.
“Toffee,” I tell him.
“And vanilla,” nods Abhi.
We fill out the questionnaires and we are supposed to award them marks out of ten, but me and Abhi give them eleven, though we each nibble another three to make trebly sure that we’re telling the truth!
“This has been the best school day ever.” says Abhi.
“Perhaps we could get ourselves locked in,” I whisper.
And we’re about to plan where we might hide when Brian blows his whistle for the very last time and wishes us a safe journey home. “I hope you’ve all had a fun day and will tell everyone how yummy our chocolates are.”
We all nod and Cleopatra whispers something in his ear.
“Oh, yes!” says Brian. “I almost forgot! To help celebrate our new chocolate you are all going to get a goody bag of Pyramids and a chance to win a year’s supply!”
Just like Brian, I had completely forgotten about the competition! A dreamily delicious Chocolate Gold Pyramid could drop through my letterbox and on to my tongue every day for a whole year!
On the coach back to school Mr Impey opens Brian’s envelope and I nudge Abhi and whisper, “Here comes the hairnet.”
But Abhi is feeling queasy because the vibrations of the coach are stirring up all the chocolate in his tummy. Plus, it’s not a hairnet! It’s a stack of golden paper.
“This,” says Mr Impey, “is Cleopatra’s Chocolate Competition! I’ll put one into each of your goody bags.”
And I can hardly wait and I pay no attention to what he says next as it contains the words half-term and homework.
And then the coach pulls up outside of school and Mr Impey hands me a gold bag bursting with chocolates and a gold sheet of paper headed CLEOPATRA’S CHOCOLATE CIPHER…
ARE YOU BRAINIACALLY CLEVER ENOUGH TO CRACK CLEOPATRA’S CHOCOLATE CIPHER TOO???
It’s a KEYWORD CIPHER and you can learn all about how to solve them in The Ladybird Code. Then you can try and decipher Cleopatra’s Chocolate Cipher along with Minnie!
There’s also a hieroglyphic wordsearch puzzle to solve too…
GOOD LUCK! Hope it doesn’t scramble your brain cells!