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The Real Thing

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Contents

Cover

Blurb

Logo

Foreword

The Taste Test

The Executives

Bojutsu

Amatil

The Turtle Dove

Head Office

Flea’s Party

Atlanta

Coca-Cola Plaza

The Secret Recipe

Hubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble

733-23-A

Holiday Home for a Troll

Storm Rising

The Ugly Brothers

Anastasia Borkin

Shotguns and Rattlesnakes

The Tractor Green

Joke-a-Cola

The Heimlich Manoeuvre

Corker, Bonzer, Dinky Di

The Lost Recipe

Atrium

Loose Ends

On the Scent

The Airfield

The Island

The Spy Who Came in from the Coca-Cola Company

Collision at Sea

The Fax

The Turn of the Screw

Epilogue

About The Author

Copyright

Dedication

Other Books by Brian Falkner

STRANGE THINGS ARE HAPPENING TO THE KIDS AT GLENFIELD HIGH. THIS TIME IT’S FIZZER BOYD AND TUPAI WHITE’S TURN …

‘I’m sorry to interrupt your party,’ Harry said, ‘but a very tricky problem has developed at our head offices in Atlanta.’ He paused and looked at Fizzer. ‘Do you have a passport?’

Only three people in the entire world know the secret formula for Coca-Cola. So, when all three are kidnapped, the giant American corporation is in deep trouble. But the kidnappers didn’t count on the extraordinary abilities of Fizzer Boyd from Glenfield High. Soon Fizzer and his friend Tupai White are in the middle of a thrilling adventure, as a search for the missing recipe becomes a matter of life and death
.

FOREWORD

Parts of this book are based on fact; other parts are pure fiction. The secret formula of Coca-Cola, for example, is indeed a secret and The Coca-Cola Company is steadfast in its silence over the recipe. The rule about only three people knowing the formula at any one time is a part of the Coca-Cola legend, as is the rule that the three cannot travel on the same aeroplane, although the legend differs in the number of people who know the recipe, depending on where you heard it.

The description of The Coca-Cola Company headquarters is for the most part accurate, as is its location in Coca-Cola Plaza, Atlanta. The mixing process, and the sweeteners used, are documented fact.

While the characters are all fictional, several of them have the names of real people. These were the winners of a number of competitions held in primary and intermediate schools around New Zealand. Congratulations to Hamish Knox, Kelly Fraser, Mohammad Sarrafzadeh, Keelan McCafferty, and Kate Fogarty, whose names all appear in this book.

The Coca-Cola Company does not endorse the contents of this book
.

THE TASTE TEST

There’s something very special about a school fair. It’s the excitement of the weeks building up to it, and all the work that the kids do in the classroom, painting posters and making signs. It’s the colour and the bustle of the day itself, and how it always seems to be sunny, and the fact that on school fair day all the rules about what you’re allowed to eat, and not to eat, go straight out the window, and you’re allowed to stuff yourself with toffee apples, followed by candy floss, followed by hot dogs, followed by hot chips, followed by whatever else you want, followed by as much fizzy drink as you can drink!

Which brings us, in a roundabout kind of way, to Fizzer.

Fizzer Boyd was blessed with E.S.P. Not Extra-Sensory-Perception, like the amazing Kreskin, or Uri Geller, or any of those frauds on the TV who claim to have psychic powers. Fizzer couldn’t bend spoons, or move things with his mind, or read your thoughts, or tell the future (however, he did have good intuition, but we’ll get to that). What Fizzer had was
Extraordinary
Sensory Perception, although he insisted that it was nothing unusual and that he had just trained himself to be that way.

Where his friends would see a small dot in the sky, Fizzer could tell you what kind of bird it was. When they did the eyesight tests to see if you needed glasses, Fizzer would read the name of the printer off the fine print at the bottom of the eye chart. He could hear footsteps at the end of the corridor before anybody else, and he would know from the sound if it was their teacher returning so they should all stop talking and get on with their assignments. When the First Fifteen came back from an away game he’d know who they’d played by the smell of the mud on their boots. Touch a leaf to the back of his neck, and he could feel what kind of tree it came from.

Fizzer insisted that anyone could do this. That it was just a matter of patience and focus. That you had to narrow your perception down to just the single sense you were using, instead of relying on all five. He said that was why blind people often had extraordinary hearing, and deaf people could read lips flapping at high speed a hundred metres away.

Sight, sound, touch, smell, Fizzer was amazing at them all. But the sense he was most well-known for – that he became world-famous for – was his sense of taste.

And that’s also why Jason, Flea and Tupai were all perched around him on a stand at the Glenfield School Fair.

Fizzer’s real name was Fraser, but everybody called him Fizzer because he could do this clever trick with fizzy drinks.

Give him a sip of a fizzy drink, any fizzy drink, and he could tell you what it was. He could tell Coca-Cola from Pepsi (although everyone could do that). But Fizzer could tell Diet Coke from normal Coke, he could tell Coke-out-of-a-can from Coke-out-of-a-bottle. He could even tell the difference between Coke from a two-litre bottle and Coke from a 1.25 litre bottle, as long as it was fresh.

So Fizzer had his own stand at the school fair. There was a hundred-dollar prize for anyone who could produce a can or a bottle of soft drink that Fizzer couldn’t identify.

It had been Tupai’s idea and he was quite proud of it. They charged a dollar a go and, with the huge prize money, they had lots and lots of entries. It had been Jason’s idea to set up a soft-drink stand in the next alley because, he figured, they had to get their soft drink from somewhere …

They made money selling the soft drink, and they made money when Fizzer correctly identified the soft drink. It was quite a racket really, but it was all legal and, anyway, all the money raised went to the school swimming pool fund.

And it was all going rather nicely thank you until Jenny arrived. Tagging along after her was her boyfriend, Phil Domane.

Phil brought his own can of soft drink; a plain, standard Coca-Cola can that he’d purchased at the local dairy on his way to the fair.

There were certain rules to the game. Flea and Jason had to check each drink first to make sure it was a legitimate soft drink and that it hadn’t been tampered with. Tupai, the strongest kid in the school, stood around with his arms crossed, looking like a bouncer, in case there were any arguments.

They checked Phil’s can carefully and poured a little into a paper cup for Fizzer. (It had to be paper, he said, because he could taste the plastic ones.)

Phil put his money down and sat in the folding chair they had set up in front of the stand while Fizzer went through his little act. This was going to be easy, Tupai thought. Coca-Cola in a can. Fizzer would identify that in a second.

Fizzer waved his hand around the top of the paper cup, drawing the aroma of the drink into his nostrils. He swirled the drink, watching the liquid flow around inside the cup and the way the bubbles broke to the surface. He held the cup to his ear and listened to the tiny fizzing sound.

Mostly that was just for show, part of his act. He could tell the drink in a couple of seconds simply by drinking it, but that didn’t look impressive enough for the punters, so he went through the whole rigmarole each time.

Phil waited patiently, Flea and Jason lined up the next contestant, and Tupai stood still and looked like a bouncer, while Fizzer eventually put the cup to his lips.

There was a pause, which was normal, but it went on for five or six seconds, which was not.

Flea and Jason both stopped what they were doing and turned to watch Fizzer. Still not worried though, surely he could tell Coca-Cola!

Phil waited some more. He didn’t look concerned. He was expecting to lose. He was helping support the stand.

Fizzer was still silent, and then Tupai started to get worried. Had something gone wrong? Was the cup not clean? Actually it was clean, fresh from the stack of new cups.

Finally Fizzer said, obviously uncertain for the very first time, ‘Corker Cola?’

Corker Cola was an Australian brand, just a cheap rip-off of the
real thing
: Coca-Cola.

Phil looked up in surprise.

‘No, no, it’s “Ice Cola”,’ Fizzer said quickly, but the expression on Phil’s face told him he was wrong.

Phil looked at Tupai, and a few moments later, more than a little stunned, Tupai handed him the hundred-dollar note that they had pinned to the top of the stand.

‘Congratulations, Phil,’ said Flea, who didn’t like Phil, but was big-hearted enough to be polite.

‘I … er … thanks?’ Phil stuttered.

Fizzer looked heart-broken, maybe from having been wrong, or maybe at losing the entire day’s profits from the stand.

‘What was it?’ he asked.

Jason silently showed him the can.

Fizzer shook his head. ‘No way. Not sweet enough. That was a little … well … not quite bitter, but Coke is definitely sweeter than that.’

Flea said, ‘We poured it ourselves.’

Fizzer snatched the can away from Flea, angry with himself, not his friends. He sniffed at the can and then drank some more, straight from the can.

‘This is not Coke,’ he said.

Jason insisted, ‘I opened the can myself, and it hadn’t been tampered with.’

Fizzer glared at Phil, who shrugged as if innocent of all charges and said, ‘Don’t ask me. I just bought it at the dairy.’

Fizzer looked back at the can, then back at Phil.

‘Which dairy?’ he asked.

‘The corner dairy.’

So they packed up the whole stand there and then, and the lot of them, except for Jenny and Phil, headed off for the corner dairy.

And they never did get to have any candyfloss, or toffee apples, or hot-dogs, or hot chips.

They drank all the fizzy drink left over though.

THE EXECUTIVES

At exactly that moment, in the cabin of a Lear Jet, thousands of miles away from their school, events were happening that would change all of their lives.

Actually, it may not have been at the exact same moment, what with international time zones and everything, but it sounds better that way.

Mr Bingham Elderoy Statham the Third – although he never used the ‘Third’ except on official stationery, because he thought it made him sound like a fraction – was quite comfortably seated in the soft leather lounge chair in the pleasantly appointed cabin of the jet.

It was a company jet. The company that he worked for – and had a substantial share-holding in – was one of the largest companies in the world, so it could afford a company jet, or two, or three. In fact it had a small fleet. The company that Bingham (Bing to his friends) Statham worked for had branches in almost every country of the world. It only sold a few products, but its flagship product was as American as Mickey Mouse or the Statue of Liberty.

Bingham Statham worked for The Coca-Cola Company, and he was quite worried that afternoon (it was afternoon where he was in the world, which happened to be Los Angeles) about two separate things. The first thing was that his ferret had died. He had two pet ferrets, named Olivia and Candy, after his first two wives (which annoyed Margie, his third wife, to distraction). Only now Candy had died, of unknown causes, and he was worried about Olivia. Worried that she might contract the same illness, and worried that she would be pining for her friend. Ferrets are very social creatures, and he felt she would miss Candy terribly.

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