Happy Juice

"Chug. A. Lug." Said Little Goodrip in it's meek shudder of a voice.

Down the sickly hatchet the mysterious liquid went.

"Weeeeeeeee" Little Goodrip whispered as it felt the liquid punish it's colon.

"There. There. Have a pat" Little Goodrip patted where it anticipated it's spleen to be.

Little Goodrip gave it's winning smile.

Ear-to-eyebrow.

Very charming indeed.

Little Goodrip gurgled a little foam as it decided to take a little stroll. Just through the park that was located near the strange alleyway where that mysterious masked something gave it the:

'Happy Juice'.

"Taaaake a sssssswiiiig." The masked something said in a low, raspy tone.

"All your gastroenteritis nightmares will finally finish."

"Woo. Pee." Cried Little Goodrip in a small spasm.

"I've always wanted a chili farm."

"Yeeeeeeeeeeessssss" The masked something made somewhat a slither with it's tongue.

"Whaateveer floats your massssssive boat of dreamssss and rainbowssss"

This was Seven and a Quarter point five hours ago from the last time Little Goodrip sucked down the Happy Juice.

Little Goodrip gave another winning smile while chewing. 

A pigeon.

That it found on the side of the park.

"Yummy. Yum. I do like. Turkey bacon."

Little Goodrip then got washed away by a sea of jaguars.

But that, Children.

Is another tale.