Yummy with a Chance of Takeout
by Grace, fourth grade writer
“Oww!” I yelped as I was hit in the face with a mini Subway sandwich while enjoying my wonderful Sunday morning in the town of Takeout. All of a sudden, the clouds started opening up, and the food came pouring down at the speed of light. The thunder was deafening, and the food became five times larger than me, and it was still growing! Today might not be as ordinary as I had thought.
As I grabbed my plates and utensils, a giant fog of orange juice came over the town of Takeout. Raindrops of syrup came out of the white clouds of milk. Instead of yummy McDonald’s pancakes falling from the sky, Pop-Tarts came down from above. The town was astonished. Regular--not take out--food was falling from the sky! The world was coming to an end! Then the town settled down…..until lunch….
At lunch, the town got crazy again. Some were still in shock from breakfast, but all were wishing for a normal lunch. Their wish did NOT come true. For lunch, the town had homemade peanut butter and jelly, cherry Kool-aid, and fresh coleslaw! Non-takeout food was falling from the sky...again! What was happening to them? They ate the food, but it tasted weird to them. The town did NOT settle down at all.
For dinner, all that came down from the sky was a giant Chinese food box. The town became very confused. They tried and tried to open the huge box, but somehow it would not open. Just in the nick of time, a large chopstick fell on top of the box and created a hole just big enough for a person to fit in. Inside was every morsel of food they had missed that day. And guess what? It was all takeout food and all my favorite! Yum, toasted Subway sandwiches, creamy Crabrangoons, a spicy side of hot wings, and all you can drink Mountain Dew, with free refills.
There had been one good thing about the non-takeout food…..the hailstorm of Pop-Tarts!
(Click here to view and print Grace's
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs story.)
Left-overs
by Madison, fifth grade writer
"This morning," announced the weatherman, "there will be a 70% chance of hash brown, 90% chance of scrambled eggs, and a 40% of spinach oatmeal." I listened to the radio while I looked out the window, waiting for Mom to bring in breakfast.
Then, scrambled eggs started racing toward the ground. Salty and delightful. The hash browns floated gracefully into Mom's baskets. Crispy and wonderful. After that, it started sprinkling spinach oatmeal, Grandpa's favorite. I think that is icky and revolting!
"For lunch today," he went on, "there is a slight chance of tater tots, a definite chance of beef stroganoff, and a 50% chance of steak and cheese subs."
The tater tots pelted toward the ground. Unhealthy, but scrumptious! It drizzled beef stroganoff for about ten minutes. Meaty and savory. Then came the steak and cheese subs. They gracefully fell down from the clouds. Heavenly and nutrious.
"Finally," he said enthusiastically, "my favorite, lasagna! A 70% chance of it. An 80% chance of meatloaf, and a 100% chance of pork chops. Wow, that's a lot of meat!!"
The lasagna got carried in by the wind, splattering against the window. Delicious and appetizing. The meatloaf poured down. Tangy and yummy. Then came the pork chops. The wind changed directions so that the pork could come in peacefully, and not form a pork 'n lasagna tornado. Just the way I like it-spicy and spontaneous.
As I waited at the windowsill for Mom to bring in dinner, I heard her calling me from a distance, saying, "Wake up! It's time for dinner. WAKE UP!!"
I woke up. I had fallen asleep at the window while I had been waiting for the rain to stop, so I could play outside. "What are we having for dinner?" I asked.
"Leftovers."
"Like what?"
"Hash browns, scrambled eggs, spinach oatmeal. tater tots, beef stroganoff, steak and cheese subs, lasagna, meatloaf, and pork chops."
I walked over to the table, sat down, and started eating!!
(Click here to view and print Madison's
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs story.)