Willy Wonka Fizzy Lifting Drinks Novels & Stories

Kitchen. I walked back inside, feet silent on the stone floor. The fridge hummed softly as I opened it, light spilling out. Bottles of water, beer, some weird energy drink one of the younger wolves left. I grabbed the closest one, a blue bottle with no label, and gulped it down in four swallows. It tasted sweet, almost fruity, with a bitter afterkick. Whatever. It was cold and wet.

Penny exclaimed in surprise just then, "F-Fleur only awarded me with Mini Cultivating Pills before, Mr. Wade. I haven't seen a normal one…" "Mini Cultivating Pill?" Charlie blurted, but just the name gave him a hunch. A cup of maple syrup could be diluted into twenty cups of low-sugar drinks—the logic certainly could be applied to medicine too. Hence, he chuckled, "That's not what I'm giving you. It's the Jumbo Cultivating Pill!"

He took a photo on his phone and Darien did the same. Zach passed the neon green drink towards Darien and moved the red one to his side. “It’s lime cordial based. I thought you wouldn't want anything too sweet. The pastry fingers are for you, the dip is chilli not blood and the mini pumpkin pies are also for you. You can share all of mine.” He had chosen lemon and lime chocolates decorated to look like eyeballs, cake pops that resembled spiders and other horror themed sweet food for himself. The presentation on the plates was perfect. Someone had planned the theme well.

The strategy worked when Gilda beamed at a potential customer and excused herself to go to the potion room in the back to find a few vials to recommend. Zen was free to dump slime eyes into the drink with her coffee sitting innocently at the counter unattended. The moment they touched the coffee, the eyes sizzled and melted into nothingness. Startled, Zen wondered if this was the game version of a roofie. As expected of games designed for Mafiosi! How scary… Gilda returned with an armful of concoctions, much to Zen’s horror as some bubbled with a foul smell. He had no idea if he would die after drinking them, even if they could help defeat the big pink slime.

He’s such a well-mannered child, he’s beaming happily, and I can tell he’s enjoying his party. “No no Corrado, you go first!” Another child says, and he finally agrees, hurrying to the front. I pass Lucy her stick with a paper plate beneath it and I pick up another stick for Corrado. “Can I get some strawberries, some waffle… a profiterole and a brownie please Winnie?” He beams. “Of course." I get to work and once I’ve dipped it under the flowing chocolate, I sprinkle it with a dusting of blue and gold edible glitter.

Gummy worms, jelly beans, lollipops, M&Ms, skittles—if it's sweet, it was there in a jar. What in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is going on here? The carpet was that same awful bubblegum-pink shade. The windows were the only normal-looking part of the office. Everything else was over the top and unorthodox. “Hello, I'm Dr. Blake Nelson.” My eyes trailed to meet chocolate-coloured ones. Dark hair cascaded down past her shoulders. She had on a white coat, but I saw the casual clothes underneath. She stretched her hand and offered me juju-beans, I shook my head no. I was too busy staring at her.

A small seating area featured pastel-colored chairs and tables just the right height for kids, with plush cushions shaped like clouds and stars. Zoe’s eyes widened as she took in the flavors: Vanilla Bean, Chocolate Truffle, Strawberry Swirl, Salted Caramel, Cookies & Cream, Cotton Candy, Bubblegum Blast, Rainbow Sherbet, Birthday Cake, S’mores Delight, Honey Lavender, Mango Passionfruit, Blueberry Cheesecake, Peanut Butter Swirl, Choco Mint Crunch. "Which one should I pick first?" Zoe asked, pointing at the bright rainbow sherbet. "Hmm… maybe everything?" Bella suggested as her eyes sparkled. "I want Rainbow, Cotton Candy, and Birthday Cake!"

"There's a button on your armrest. Press it." Bianca pressed it, and to her surprise, a drawer slid out with a small table on top and various drinks inside. She reached for a bottle of freshly squeezed kiwi juice when Frost's voice came through the earphones again, "You can only drink mineral water! Anything else, you'll be allergic!" "I'm not allergic to kiwi!" Bianca retorted. "No, only mineral water!" Frost insisted. Bianca reluctantly took the mineral water. "Do you see a neatly folded plastic bag underneath? Frost asked.

kibit-balikat niyang tugon bago tinungga ang bote ng beer. Napangiwi naman ang kanyang kasama nang ibaba niya ang hawak na bote. Siya ang uminom pero tila si Katarina ang nalasing. Maarteng kinuha nito ang basong may lamang juice bago sumipsip sa straw. Gusto niyang pagtawanan ang pinsan dahil kahit ngayon na nasa hustong gulang na ay hindi pa rin ito umiinom ng alak. "Maiihi ka lang niyan, Kat, pero hindi malalasing. Ang weak mo, my dear cousin," pang-iinis niya pero hindi naman tumalab.

Charlie saw her zero in on the drink table like a missile. Two giant plastic punch bowls, several unlabeled bottles, melted ice, and at least three cups abandoned upside down like corpses on the party table. Someone had dropped gummy worms in one of the bowls. Sky reached for the ladle. Charlie moved faster. He caught her wrist just as she tipped it toward a cup. She spun around, eyes blazing. “Seriously?” He stared pointedly at the glowing blue punch. “Do you know what’s in that?”