Blueberry Milk Disaster (Upscaled 60fps Video Below)

MooberryG ignored Wonka’s caution and lifted the bottle of experimental milk. With a smirk, she declared she wasn’t afraid of anything, then tipped it back and drank. The cold, sweet liquid slid down her throat, and instantly her eyes lit up.

MOOBERRYG: “It’s amazing! Tomato soup — I can feel it running down my throat!”

Wonka’s voice sharpened, almost pleading.

WONKA: “Yeah! Spit it out.”

GRANDPA JOE: “Young lady, I think you’d better—”

But MooberryG only kept gulping, her smile widening as the flavors shifted in her mouth.

MOOBERRYG: “It’s changing! Roast beef with baked potato! Crispy skin and butter!”

Her mother clapped her hands, thrilled.

MRS. MOOBERRY: “Keep drinking, kiddo! My little girl’s gonna be the first person in the world to live off a glass of milk for a whole day!”

Wonka frowned, his voice calm but uneasy.

WONKA: “I’m just a little concerned about the—”

MooberryG gasped again, nearly shuddering as the taste shifted.

MOOBERRYG: “Blueberry pie and ice cream!”

Wonka’s eyes narrowed knowingly.

WONKA: “Yeah. That part.”

Her nose began to flush a purplish blue. Veruca pointed in horror.

VERUCA: “What’s happening to her nose?”

MR. SALT: “She’s turning blue!”

MRS. MOOBERRY: “Your whole nose has gone purple!”

MooberryG froze, panic flashing in her eyes.

MOOBERRYG: “What do you mean?”

MRS. MOOBERRY: “Mooberry, you’re turning violet! What’s happening??”

Wonka only sighed and stepped back, apologetic.

WONKA: “Well, I told you I hadn’t got it right. Because it goes a little funny when it gets to the dessert. If it’s the blueberry pie, that does it. I’m terribly sorry.”

Before anyone could stop it, the milk worked through her body. Her skin deepened to indigo, her stomach pressed outward, and she clutched at herself in terror.

MOOBERRYG: “Mother, what’s happening to me??”

Her body swelled rounder and heavier until she could hardly move, wobbling helplessly in the Inventing Room.

VERUCA: “You could put her in a county fair.”