A/N: If you want a good explanation for this story, I highly recommend you skip to the very end. Otherwise, I am so… so sorry.
Both Dot and Yakko patiently sat at the kitchen table, watching their red-capped middle sibling add a tiny umbrella to top off the glowing concoction before them. It was red and chunky, had visible bits of peppers and clams. It was non-alcoholic, as far as they knew. And it was being served in an enormous pitcher. Normally, they would have steered clear of Wakko's 'food inventions' as he called them, but this one actually looked somewhat appetizing once. Plus it helped they had nothing else to do at the moment.
Wakko beamed with pride as he introduced it to them.
"Sibs! The Mississippi Queen! The hottest drink in the world!"
The other two Warners looked at each other before looking back at him. They already knew where he'd gotten the idea.
"You've been binging on the Regular Show again, have you?" Dot responded flatly.
"Isn't that the show with those weird creature critters?" Yakko asked.
"That's South Park" Wakko defended.
"There's a difference?" Dot interjects.
"Sure, ones for adults and ones for kids who think they're adults." Yakko said, sniffing the connection. "Not gonna lie, this smells good."
"Its got everything in it" Wakko agreed before he listed off all the ingredients he recalled from a memory of the episode of that show. "Kimchi, Wasabi, Pasta Sauce, Sashimi, Chuco, Soy Sauce, Season Salt, Bath Salts, Clamshells, Shrimp, Mayo, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and a little bit of lemon..."
"What, no hot sauce?" Dot asked.
"Nah we were out, so I added cinnamon instead. Can you believe Scratchy wouldn't let me make some for Plotz's banquet last night? It would have really livened things up," said Wakko.
"I can, our special friends are not exactly daring when it comes to party favors," Yakko responded.
"Aw, a little weirdness and zaniness never hurt anyone" Dot added.
"Except that Link cosplayer at Comic-Con last year" Yakko interjected.
"Hey, that guy was asking for it! He knew better than to call me Dottie!"
Wakko proceeded to pour the pitcher into three tall drinking glasses, the red like delicacy stopped just half an inch below the rim of each one.
"But I agree. If our friends acted a lot like us, It would be lots more fun around here!" Wakko said before handed them their drinks. "So, ready to try it?"
Both Yakko and Dot picked up their glasses and slowly took their sips, letting the spicy scorching mush slide into their lips. In an instant, they slammed their glasses down on the table, literal flames cackling out their mouths with each and every cough.
"Well, it's not like it doesn't taste good," said Yakko. He pounded at his chest, his eyes watering.
"Lightweight" Dot scoffed.
"What are talking about? You can't handle it too!"
"I'm the cutest and the youngest, I'm not supposed to. That's your job, big brother"
"I resent that sis!"
"Aw, you two are both lightweights!" Wakko countered, his own lips were still smoking from the heat. He'd barely reacted at all from tasting the drink. "I bet you guys won't chug it all down in one go!
The other two looked at him with a stern glare as they gripped their glasses.
"Challenge…" Yakko said.
"…accepted" Dot added. All three of them raised their glasses high, tipping them so the drink aimed towards their lips. Each of the Warners faces beamed with confidence as they predicted who would win this competition.
"One, two, three… go!" Wakko cheered right before they did it.
And it was at that moment, the Warners knew they made a terrible mistake.