10.Frobscottle and Whizzpoppers(1378)

Frobscottle and Whizzpoppers

By now Sophie was beginning to feel not only extremely hungry, but very thirsty as well. Had she been at home she would have finished her breakfast long ago.

‘Are you sure there’s nothing else to eat around here except those disgusting smelly snozzcumbers?’ she asked.

‘Not even a fizzwinkel,’ answered the Big Friendly Giant.

‘In that case, may I please have a little water?’ she said.

‘Water?’ said the BFG, frowning mightily. ‘What is water?’

‘We drink it,’ Sophie said. ‘What do you drink?’

‘Frobscottle,’ announced the BFG. ‘All giants is drinking frobscottle.’ ‘Is it as nasty as your snozzcumbers?’ Sophie asked.

‘Nasty!’ cried the BFG. ‘Never is it nasty! Frobscottle is sweet and jumbly!’ He got up from his chair and went to a second huge cupboard. He opened it and took out a  glass bottle that must have been six feet tall. The liquid inside it was pale green, and the bottle was half full.

‘Here is frobscottle!’ he cried, holding the bottle up proud and high, as though it contained some rare wine. ‘Delumptious fizzy frobscottle!’ he shouted. He gave it a  shake and the green stuff began to fizz like mad.

‘But look! It’s fizzing the wrong way!’ Sophie cried. And indeed it was. The bubbles, instead of travelling upwards and bursting on the surface, were shooting downwards    and bursting at the bottom. A pale green frothy fizz was forming at the bottom of the   bottle.

‘What on earth is you meaning the wrong way?’ asked the BFG.

‘In our fizzy drinks,’ Sophie said, ‘the bubbles always go up and burst at the top.’

‘ Upwards is the wrong way!’ cried the BFG. ‘You mustn’t ever be having the bubbles going upwards! That the most flushbunking rubbish I ever is hearing!’

‘Why do you say that?’ Sophie asked.

‘You is asking me why?’ cried the BFG, waving the enormous bottle around as

though he were conducting an orchestra. ‘You is actually meaning to tell me you

cannot see why it is a scrotty mistake to have the bubbles flying up instead of down?’

‘You said it was flushbunking. Now you say it’s scrotty. Which is it?’ Sophie asked politely.

‘Both!’ cried the BFG. ‘It is a flushbunking and a scrotty mistake to let the bubbles go upwards! If you can’t see why, you must be as quacky as a duckhound! By ringo,   your head must be so full of frogsquinkers and buzz-wangles, I is frittered if I know    how you can think at all!’

‘Why shouldn’t the bubbles go upward?’ Sophie asked.

‘I will explain,’ said the BFG. ‘But tell me first what name is you calling your frobscottle by?’

‘One is Coke,’ Sophie said. ‘Another is Pepsi. There are lots of them.’

‘And the bubbles is all going up?’

‘They all go up,’ Sophie said.

‘Catasterous!’ cried the BFG. ‘Upgoing bubbles is a catasterous disastrophe!’

‘Will you please tell me why?’ Sophie said.

‘If you will listen carefully I will try to explain,’ said the BFG. ‘But your brain is so full of bugwhiffles, I doubt you will ever understand.’

‘I’ll do my best,’ Sophie said patiently.

‘Very well, then. When you is drinking this cokey drink of yours,’ said the BFG, ‘it is going straight down into your tummy. Is that right? Or is it left?’

‘It’s right,’ Sophie said.

‘And the bubbles is going also into your tummy. Right or left?’

‘Right again,’ Sophie said.

‘And the bubbles is fizzing upwards?’

‘Of course,’ Sophie said.

‘Which means,’ said the BFG, ‘that they will all come swishwiffling up your throat and out of your mouth and make a foulsome belchy burp!’

‘That is often true,’ Sophie said. ‘But what’s wrong with a little burp now and again? It’s sort of fun.’

‘Burping is filthsome,’ the BFG said. ‘Us giants is never doing it.’

‘But with your drink,’ Sophie said, ‘what was it you called it?’

‘Frobscottle,’ said the BFG.

‘With frobscottle,’ Sophie said, ‘the bubbles in your tummy will be going downwards and that could have a far nastier result.’

‘Why nasty?’ asked the BFG, frowning.

‘Because,’ Sophie said, blushing a little, ‘if they go down instead of up, they’ll be coming out somewhere else with an even louder and ruder noise.’

‘A whizzpopper!’ cried the BFG, beaming at her. ‘Us giants is making whizzpoppers all the time! Whizzpopping is a sign of happiness. It is music in our ears! You surely is not telling me that a little whizzpopping is forbidden among human beans?’ ‘It is considered extremely rude,’ Sophie said.

‘But you is whizzpopping, is you not, now and again?’ asked the BFG.

‘Everyone is whizzpopping, if that’s what you call it,’ Sophie said. ‘Kings and

Queens are whizzpopping. Presidents are whizzpopping. Glamorous film stars are

whizzpopping. Little babies are whizzpopping. But where I come from, it is not polite to talk about it.’

‘Redunculous!’ said the BFG. ‘If everyone is making whizzpoppers, then why not

talk about it? We is now having a swiggle of this delicious frobscottle and you will see the happy result.’ The BFG shook the bottle vigorously. The pale green stuff fizzed and bubbled. He removed the cork and took a tremendous gurgling swig.

‘It’s glummy!’ he cried. ‘I love it!’

For a few moments, the Big Friendly Giant stood quite still, and a look of absolute  ecstasy began to spread over his long wrinkly face. Then suddenly the heavens opened and he let fly with a series of the loudest and rudest noises Sophie had ever heard in

her life. They reverberated around the walls of the cave like thunder and the glass jars  rattled on their shelves. But most astonishing of all, the force of the explosions actually lifted the enormous giant clear off his feet, like a rocket.

‘ Whoopee!’ he cried, when he came down to earth again. ‘Now that is whizzpopping for you!’

Sophie burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it.

‘Have some yourself!’ cried the BFG, tipping the neck of the enormous bottle towards her.

‘Don’t you have a cup?’ Sophie said.

‘No cups. Only bottle.’

Sophie opened her mouth, and very gently the BFG tipped the bottle forward and poured some of the fabulous frobscottle down her throat.

And oh gosh, how delicious it was! It was sweet and refreshing. It tasted of vanilla and cream, with just the faintest trace of raspberries on the edge of the flavour. And

the bubbles were wonderful. Sophie could actually feel them bouncing and bursting all around her tummy. It was an amazing sensation. It felt as though hundreds of tiny

people were dancing a jig inside her and tickling her with their toes. It was lovely.

‘It’s lovely!’ she cried.

‘Just wait,’ said the BFG, flapping his ears.

Sophie could feel the bubbles travelling lower and lower down her tummy, and then suddenly, inevitably … the explosion came. The trumpets sounded and she too made

the walls of the cavern ring with the sound of music and thunder.

‘Bravo!’ shouted the BFG, waving the bottle. ‘You is very good for a beginner! Let’s have some more!’