Waltz Of The Persistent Plot Bunnies

The Smoothie Of Death

Warning: this drabble has some semi-graphic content. Nothing violent or sexual, just... gross. Like vomit-gross.

"Okay, so everyone knows what they are bringing?" Juliet asked once they were all back in the living room.

"Yes, Jules." Butler rumbled. "We know. Like we did the first fifty times you asked us."

"Sorry, Dom. I just don't want this to be messed up. Everyone has to bring the food they were assigned or it won't work."

"Why can't we know what everyone else is bringing?" N°1 piped up.

"Because," Juliet said with a grin, "if you knew all the ingredients, you wouldn't want to come."
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"Alright." said Holly, opening the door with decidedly more confidence than she felt.

Artemis looked at her, his face red. He was standing in the middle of his room wearing a pair of black slacks and holding a shirt. His hair was wet and messy, meaning he had just gotten out of the shower. "You came early." he observed. "Did you bring a papaya?"

"How'd you know I was supposed to bring a papaya?"

"I've done this before. Seeing as you're the only one of us with direct access to a papaya, she obviously asked you to bring it."

Holly looked at the white shirt he had slipped over his head. "I've done this before too, and unless you want that shirt to turn throw-up-green, I suggest you put on a different one."

The boy sighed. "Holly, I'm sure it will be fine."

"I'm being serious, Mud Boy. Once that stuff gets on something, it never comes off. Look." She pulled up her shirt halfway and pointed to a green spot on her side. "We were in the pool when we did it. That stuff flew everywhere and stained even the concrete. It stinks too. Not that I want you to smell my side."

Artemis walked over to the bed, where he picked up a perfectly ironed black jacket. "It won't be that bad this time." he said, but he didn't convince even himself. Still, he was not wearing anything but an Armani suit.

"Whatever." Holly said, walking out. "Just don't come cryin' to me when your expensive suit is ruined."

Ten minutes later, Artemis walked out wearing jeans, a huge red T-shirt, and a scowl.
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"Are we there yet?" N°1 asked impatiently from the backseat.

Artemis groaned. "I am never having kids." he said to Holly, who was sitting next to him. "Ever."

Holly smiled. "That's what my mother said. Then I happened."

Much to N°1's delight, the trio then pulled up at Fowl Manor. They walked around to the back of the house, where Foaly, Mulch, Juliet, and Butler were waiting, some (meaning Mulch) very impatiently. No one was in their good clothes.

"What took you so long?" the dwarf called. "I'm getting old over here!"

Which just made N°1 walk faster and Artemis and Holly walk slower.

When the boy and the elf finally reached the picnic table that had been set up in the field behind the house, Juliet took charge once more. "Okay, everyone close your eyes and set what you brought on the table in front of you."

They then heard the lid being taken off the blender, the food being dumped in, and the blender running. Then came the unpleasant sound of the concoction being poured into cups.

"You can open your eyes now."

The six p(P)eople around the table opened their eyes to find a plastic cup full of something the color of vomit in front of them. Foaly grimaced; Artemis actually threw up in his mouth. N°1 was horrified. "Are we gonna have to-gulp-eat that?!"

Juliet had on an evil smirk. "Exactly, demon boy. You have to eat that. If you don't, there are serious consequences."

The imp nodded, his face the same shade of green as the stuff in his cup.

"And what exactly are the consequences?" Foaly inquired, somewhat doubtfully.

Juliet looked at him. "Do you really want to know?"

"Probably not-"

"Then drink up."

The centaur did as he was told, as did the other occupants of the table, minus one Juliet Butler. She was enjoying the looks on her friends' faces as they drank the chunky liquid. In fact, she almost fell off the bench, she was laughing so hard.

When everyone had emptied their cup, Juliet pulled her phone out to read the list of ingredients.

"You guys ready to know what you just ate?"

Her question was met with shaking heads and moaned "no"s, which she totally ignored and started reading from the list.

"First ingredient: avocado."

Sighs. That didn't sound too bad.

"Second ingredient: raw chicken liver."

Artemis puked in his mouth again.

"I'm enjoying this." Juliet smiled. "Third: papaya. Fourth: sardines. Fifth: charred broccoli. And sixth, my personal favorite:..."

N°1 was now furiously shaking his head and Foaly was leaning over the bench, green as the grass he was soiling. Holly had her face in her hands, her pinkies partly plugging her ears, but she was too curious to plug them all the way. Butler looked sickly at the cup in front of him, as if it was its fault that he had eaten this, and Artemis, well, I'd rather not go into detail about his appearance. Let's just say he has a weak stomach and his head was face first on the table.

"Maggots!"

At this, everyone was regretting eating breakfast. I will NOT go into detail on this, so fast-forwarding...
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About 20 minutes later, in Fowl Manor's living room

"Well, that was fun. But I need some time alone."

Artemis climbed the stairs to his room and laid on his bed, glad he had listened to Holly and worn junky clothes instead of a suit like the one he had on now. Downstairs, Holly excused herself to go to the restroom and quietly entered the boy's room.

"Hey, Artemis?" she said, shutting the door behind her.

"Yes, Holly?" came the reply.

"You, um, looked really sick out there. Do you need a healing?"

Holly, that is all I want. Yes. A healing. "No, Holly. Thank you for the offer, but I feel fine."