"Valentino had a taste of a mud pie in the factory! Think that's embarrassing? Michael got a more... creamy experience."

Michael, a hot young Caucasian teenager with chestnut hair and brown eyes, always watched television. Like Vincent, he did not mean to win then contest, but he did. Although unlike the medalist, Michael did not like the attention he had been receiving from this accomplishment. Michael had a knack for watching mostly western films with a bit of action films also. He loved western cowboy films so much, he even wants dresses up like them. Which is why he dressed in a tan cowboy suit, with a white dress shirt, a tan cowboy vest, tan slacks, with a tan colored cowboy hat, covering his hair, and black lace-up dress shoes for the tour. He also sported a red bandana around his neck and a black belt for his slacks.

The TV fanatic had to admit that all these rooms in the factory were quite... lame, if he had to be honest. Like seriously, not one of these rooms were interesting to him. Candy Wonderland? No. Invention Room? Nope. Garden Room? Seriously?! Michael didn't find a single room worth his time... until he saw the room.

A TV room. In this factory? Michael could hardly contain himself. Millions of thoughts came to mind when he saw the room name. This was a world famous factory so the TVs here must have some good channels to watch. He made up his mind. This would be the only place he would stay until 2 o'clock and leave.

Quickly scoping out a route through the map, Michael left Creek -the winner still planning his trip for some reason- and ventured to his supposed destination, like the three other males have gone and done. Remembering his route to the best of his ability, he finally came across it. The room that had peaked his interest's door was in front of him. The cowboy theme teen walked in and found...

A completely blank area. The walls were covered in white paint and there was not a single screen anywhere, aside from one of those short, retro tv with antennas at the top, but that would not peak his interest. While the room was dull itself, there was another door. Michael, having just remembered to see the room not connect to anything on the map, became interested. There were no labels on the door that warned him, so he entered this room...

And saw a whole lot of pipes connected to many brass wind instruments and all the pipes led to a boiler, which seemed ago be steaming and overflowing, hence the white liquid Michael saw slowly pouring it. The instruments were pointed in many different directions, but there ends were pointing... at Michael.

This room did not peak his interest, but still he pressed forward to see what liquid was dripping. He presumed it was some sort of liquid candy that Mr. Candyman had created, but as he got closer, it looked more like cream rather than a foam. Michael took a step back, preparing to leave...

When cream from a trumpet hit him in the chest, ruining his tan vest. Michael didn't have time to react to this he became splattered in the cream from the golden instruments in the room. He lost count of the times he was hit with cream. Even his hat flew off from all the impacts from the cream. The cream plastered his handsome face, his tan cowboy suit jacket, white dress shirt, tan slacks, even his black dress shoes received creamy additions from the squirting symphony. The onslaught continued for what felt like an hour, but in reality it was about thirty minutes. Michael was finally able to move towards the exit, grabbing his hat that had fallen on the cream infested floor... but received a few parting shots from a few remaining instruments. Michael just stood there, still processing the cream that had ruined his formal attire.

Looking around he saw, the cream was still dripping from the instruments and decide to leave before he got creamed some more. Of course, he was oblivious to the large tuba above the door and as he reached for it... he got drenched in the white cream from the brass instrument. Then a French horn seemingly poured cream like a waterfall into his face and chest. Had his mother been here, she would have freaked out from the amount of cream they would have her attire. After exiting the "Cream Room," as Michael dubbed it, the cowboy theme male saw his reflection in the retro TV's screen.

His former clean clothes were now a creamy creation. His tan dress vest and white dress shirt were coated in cream itself. His face and neck (his red bandana did nothing against the cream as it too had splotches of cream on it) still had cream dripping off of his skin. His tan trousers had been creamed themselves and an arousing feature that Michael recently had, despite the recently experience, occurred within the garments. And his nice black dress shoes now had white droplets of the cream from the incident. Since he was aroused from both the experience and his outfit, he smeared it all over his clothes, even his accessories.

After he was done smearing the creamy contents over his body, he left the supposed TV room and headed back to the Grand Hall to see Mr. Candyman for his explanation of TV room and the "Cream Room." The cream covered male went on his way, looking for the owner of this factory...