Fred stared at his can of orange juice suspiciously.
'Who ever heard of orange juice in a soda can?' he thought as he reached over to pop the top, but before he could another brilliant thought entered his mind.
'I wonder if it would spew if I shock it up?' he slowly raisied an eyebrow at the thought. 'If I all of a sudden stared shaking my orange juice can, people would think I was a bloody fool.'
"Hey Gred," George said taking a seat next to Fred at the park ronch he sat at outside the rest area that they had stopped at because Ron had kept complaining about not being able to walk around.
"George!" Fred exclaimed, "Just the man I wanted to see."
Suddenly, without warning, Fred tossed his can of orange juice at George. "Catch!"
"Ouch!" George screamed when the juice can slamed into his stomach. "Gred! What on Earth, that hurt... "
Fred fought back a smile as he said, "Now throw it back to me, Forge!"
"Why? You threw it at 'me' and it bloody hurt." he said as he rubbed the spot the can had hit him.
"But... its CANNED orange juice, George! Please give it back." Fred whimpered, his bottom lip sticking out more than his top.
"Umm... " George was obviously lost, "So?"
"So! This is a bread through discovery!"

"You're not fasinated by it?"
"Um... Gred? You feeling all right?"
"Yes, why?" a puzzled Fred asked.
"Here," he paused and opened the orange juice, "Drink your juice, mabey... eat some crakers or something, Ron was right. Forty-eight hours on a bus isn't good for my love."
"Ohh... you opened the can and it didn't spew!" the shocked red-head marveled.
"Of course not... It isn't carbonated." George was getting worried, "Now dirink."
Slowly Fred brought the fasinating can of orange liquid to his lips.
"I can't believe it's not bottles!" he exclaimed sounding a bit like that dude from the butter commercials. "It taste just like real orange juice."
"It is real orange juice."
"But I thought it would be more like Sunny Delit."
"Fred... it's ORANGE JUICE not Sunny Delit."
"George... " Fred whispered.
"Hu?"
"What's the difference between orange juice and Sunny Delit?"
"Damn Fred! What are you on!" he said jumping up from the bench.
"But... George! It's CANNED ORANGE JUICE!" Fred screamed the last part as loud and as high pitched as he could.
"That's it. No more orange juice for you." George said taking the can from Fred, "Here you can have my pumpkin juice. Now go lay down in the car."
"But..."
"NOW!"
"Yes Daddy."
George threw his hands up in disgust as he sat down on the ronch.
'What's the big deal about this orange juice anyway?' he thought as he took a sip.
His eyes went wide as soon as the liquid came in contact with his tounge. 'Fred was right! It does taste just like real orange juice.!'
"Ohh... no." George laughed out loud. "Throw it away before it gets you too."
With that George tosses the can into the garbage by the vending machine.
'WAIT!' he stopped dead in his tracks. 'Ohhh... canned grape juice? What on Earth?'
Before that thought could even officialy get through his brain. The practical joker was already searching through his pockets hoping that he would be able to find sixty cents to buy the strange juice.

THE END