Eric felt very unwell! Why did he always go into the little sweet shop at lunch time for one of Mr.Wibbly Wobblie's Wonderful Chocolate delights? After all, he'd heard the rumours about what they put into the chocolate bars to make them so special, but of course, he never believed those rumours. He figured it had to be untrue, vile lies made up by other rival sweet companies, with slimy agendas to put poor Mr.Wibbly out of business. Something like that must be illegal... Mustn't it? Could Chucky be right? He rubbed his stomach as he gazed now in disgust at the free large box of chocolate and the half eaten bar in his hands, his young mind searching for answers, but what he believed he'd just worked out made him sick to the guts! No... It just had to be untrue! Hadn't it?