Illustration by Camilla Franklin
A Party Planet (George Basil) tries to convince the Story Pirates to stick around and have some fun. Featuring two new stories: “Every Midnight I Turn Into A Wolf (feat. Lena Hall),” a glam rock song about a girl who goes through a surprising transformation, written by Maren, an 11-year-old from Washington, and “The Case of the Missing Files,” a hardboiled detective story written by a 10-year-old from Arkansas named Will.
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Every Midnight I Turn into a Wolf
by Maren, age 11, Washington
When I was five, it started to happen. I felt a popping in my mind. I heard someone scream, I ran away. Later, at the crack of dawn, I found myself sitting in the woods and then I remembered. I looked back where I had come and saw wolf paw prints in the dirt. I later decided to go to my grandma's place. She told me what had happened. I had apparently turned into a wolf. She said it always skips a generation but still I was freaked out. That was six years ago. Tonight I am going over to my first sleepover but I had long forgotten what had happened. But that night it was past my bedtime when I felt a popping sensation not since I had felt when I was...pop! I was a wolf. Every started staring at me. Then they all started to scream. I noticed an open window and jumped out and ran into the woods. I tried to turn back but I couldn't. So for the rest of my life I spent it in wolf form with my grandma and met a nice wolf. We got married and have five pups- Kate, Susie, Lily, Mark, and finally, James. All the names of the people that were at the sleepover on that fateful night. The End.
Our adaptation of “Every Midnight I turn into a Wolf” was written by Minhdzuy Khorami and Greg Smith, produced by Brendan O’Grady with vocal arrangement and direction by Jack Mitchell
The Case of the Missing Files
by Timothy, age 8, Florida
The Case Of The Missing Files By Will Emmons
So, my name is Jonathan Jones and I’m a private eye. And one day I was just chillaxin’, mindin’ my buisness when some lady I’ve never seen before comes in. I couldn’t really see what she looked like because I forgot to have my morning coffee. So before this lady walked in i was trying to make some. I was all drowsy because I was asleep. But the when the lady closed the door she slammed it so I was like “Waugh!!!!!! Whose there?!” So I spilled coffee all over her. But it was almost as that she did’nt care about the coffee. She was like “There is nothing to be sucipicous about and I’m a totally normal person whose not against you.” “Okay.” “ I am here because diamonds, rubys, emeralds, and more are being stolen from all over the world. I came here thinking you could help me but you spilled coffee all over me!” “Oh uhh... Sorry about that. Uhhh.... Let me clean that offa ya... here i have a handkerchief with me. Ptooo!” “Ewww... Gross... Stop That!!! Stop it!!! Mwa mwa!!! Mfff mfff mffff mfff mff mff!” “All right! You’re all done! Now that you’re all clean why don’t you tell me more about this-” “No!!! I don’t know anything more about this and i’ll give you a number.” “ You’re number?” “Of corse not! That is the person who is going to give yo you’re files.” “I never got you’re name!” “Oh my name! My name... is Harper mchaperson?” “You have a weird name.”I say. “ I DO NOT!!!” Says Harper and she slammed the door shut. I decided to look at the files I already had. Then I looked and saw there were no files. Every single accomplishment i had ever done was gone. Gone. I could’nt believe what I saw. I got into my Porsche and drove off to find Harper. Unfortunately, I did’nt see her car so i really could’nt find her. But I could find that person who would deliver fake files! So i called that person. This person had a very dark, brute, Icy, Voice. “Hello?” “Hi its me Jonathan Jones.” That dark deep voice was instantly a high-pitch happy voice. “I just wanted to know where you were so I could pick up the files in person.” “Ooh uh i’m on 649 Sherl river rd. Oops I should’nt have said that! *Click*” I smiled in triumph. Now I could find that person and chances were that Harper Mcharperson would be there too. When I got there it was just a shed. I walked inside the shed. Then I saw a clock. It had 7 hands, so i broke of the hands until there were only 3, The Hour, The minute, And the second. As soon as I broke off the last handle, the ground fell and I realized I was falling down a trapdoor! I found a torch to grab onto even though i did’nt need to because I realized I was on the floor. i walked down the hall, and it had several rooms. I checked each one and then I walked into a room with a man in a suit who looked as if he wanted to be a model. He took my hand and shook it rapidly, like he’d been waiting years for me to get there. He talked very fast. “Hello hello Jonathan Jones! You don’t need to ask who I am because you already know!!” I had no idea who this guy was so I must’ve shown it. “Defender of liberty? Stronger than everything? None of that ringing a bell?” I shook my head like a bobble head.”Serioulsy? Most people I meet down here just immediately start clapping.” “Who are you?” “Why I’m Superman! Just kidding. I’m bob dwellens!” said Bob dwellens. I left that room quickly. Then at last, I found Harper and that guy on the phone. “Well well well. If we don’t have visitors then they won’t be able to see these files...” waving them in front of my face as I reached for them. I missed. The guy on the phone said “ Yeah, because if we did’nt have visitors you would’nt have been able to give those files back!” “Imbissill!” Said Harper. “Come and get em. I instantly Kung-fu kicked The guy from the phone in the face, knocking him out. Then I turned to Harper, who was shuddering with fear. “P-p-p-p Please! I wanna live! I’ll tell you my real name. I’ll give you the files back. I’ll give you 500 dollars! Just please don’t kill me!” “Okay one, I won’t kill you. Two where’s the bathroom?I mean no two. Where are the files?” “Right here.” She said throwing them at my stomach which hurt me pretty bad. As soon as I got my wind back I heard footsteps fading. I ran out of that room into the hallway as I saw Harper going up a ladder that went back to the shed. I kept running towards the ladder. I got out of the shed to see Harper getting away in an 1930’s automobile that went nowhere so I walked towards her. Then I arrested Harper. Then I went down the ladder and got the files. I went to my office In Truimph. I learned a valuable lesson that day. You can always get back up to when you struggle.
THE. END. Maybe!
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