Stress. Thats all he felt the entire day. Chitty was being sold , he needed to find thirty shillings to buy chitty back , and all his inventions were failing one by one.

He was comforting the kids while simultaneously trying to think of all the ways to get enough money to buy chitty , when he suddenly hears a motorbike break down.

He steps outside just to see you stood by a broken motorbike , clearly in need of a new butterfly valve. But as he stepped forward to help , he way immediately hit by your complaining and questioning about why the children aren't in school.

After a bit of back and forth , he fixes your car , embarrassing you slightly because you misunderstood the issue. You suddenly spot he made a sweet with holes in it. Being a slight expert in sweets , you point out that the boiling point of the sugar was too high.

And that was the last straw for him.

"Oh , an expert on sweets are we? AND an expert on child welfare." He says sarcastically his tone snappy , not letting you respond. "Maybe my children like running wild on the street , did that ever occur to you? And anyways how my children behave is frankly none of your concern!"