“You’ll be pleased to know it’s almost over,” said Amanda to her incredibly mucky friend. “I’d say this has been a success.”
“I dunno. Between all the people I’ve never heard of, the fact we couldn’t come up with anything but ‘gunge’ for G, the delays and two messes repeated from the story, I think it could have gone better!”
Amanda let out a slight giggle at Tiffany’s complaining. “All true. I’m sure you know of Ms. Z though. I’ll give you a clue: the Z is for Zoe.”
The mistress of the muck shook her head. “Uh-uh.”
“Again, no,” said Amanda.
Tiffany sighed. “Zoe something from yet another metal band I’ve never heard of?”
“If she is in a metal band, I’ve never heard of it either!” smirked Amanda.
“Me neither!” yelled Troy from backstage.
“If Troy’s not aware of her being in a metal band, she probably isn’t in one then,” Amanda surmised. “Give up?”
Tiffany nodded, shaking a little bit of the messy mixture off her head. “Go on then, tell me!”
“It’s Zoe Sugg! You know, the YouTuber also known as Zoella!” announced the ever-perky gunger.
Zoe walked out in a nice black blouse and with her feet bare, just like the majority of the other volunteers. She smiled bravely, unsure of what to expect. The fact she’d witnessed twenty-six messes prior to this didn’t really help matters, as there was such a variety of colours, textures, smells and no doubt various other factors she could barely even fathom. All but one of the messes was also presently either on Tiffany or dumped in a pile which all but buried the girl’s feet, which just helped to show the variety even further. All in all, Zoe didn’t know whether to be nervous or excited about what was going to happen. All she could do was sit down on the celeb seat and wait.
“So Zoe, you’ve probably got the biggest online following of any celeb tonight,” said Amanda.
“You say that like it’s a surprise,” Tiffany chuckled.
The blonde girl gasped. “I’m trying to make her feel more at ease with the upcoming Zuppa Inglese, Tiff!”
“Zoo-pah-in-glay-zay. It means English soup, despite being Italian and a trifle,” explained Amanda.
Tiffany looked up to her friend with some bewilderment. “Then why is it called that?”
Amanda shrugged her shoulders, then grabbed the levers. “No idea! Zoella… Can I call you Zoella? You’ve been known to make desserts. Do you know why it’s called that?”
“Erm…” Zoe could only smile and laugh awkwardly at the two other girls’ attempts at banter. “I don’t! I’ve never heard of it until now! Maybe it’s particularly soup-like?”
“Good thought! Let’s find out!” Amanda said, pulling the first lever. The barrel tipped up, but nothing fell until it was practically vertical. Then, in one big lump, a mass of yellow custard, whipped cream, chocolate sauce and squishy bits of sponge cake fell down. “Ooh, I’ve never seen soup do that,” the gunger giggled as it splattered all over Tiffany’s head, covering her in sloppy specks.
Zoe laughed at the sight of the splattered Zuppa Inglese. “It just exploded on her head!”
“And now it’s going to do the same on yours!” said Amanda as she yanked the second lever down for the last time.
Zoe looked up nervously and closed her eyes, fingers tensing into tight fists and toes curled inward. The Zuppa Inglese dropped down onto her face and splattered all over, staining her blouse and her dark hair with thick yellow custard and white cream. She wiped her eyes and surveyed the dessert’s effect. It wasn’t just her upper body that was peppered with pudding, but a big lump had tumbled over and onto her bare legs. She tried to brush some of it off her left foot with the right, but all it did was smear the Zuppa Inglese around, and between her toes. She winced at the feeling of sweet, sticky mess over her soles. “Is that all?” she asked, relaxing herself.
“It is indeed. Just go backstage and have Troy get your picture.”
The YouTube starlet stood up and walked backstage, grabbed the last remaining bowl and dipped her left index finger in it. She stood with her finger in her mouth, the clear glass bowl of Zuppa Inglese displayed to the camera.
“Well done, Tiffany. You managed to get through all twenty-six messes. How do you feel?” Amanda asked.
“Like I desperately need a shower,” answered the gungee. “Also, you owe me big time!”
A familiar, Welsh-accented voice came from stage left. “Funny you should mention that, love!”
To be continued…