In part 2 of our season finale, the Story Pirates find themselves at…the Beginning. Featuring two new stories: “Chair Dances!”, a song about a group of siblings who dream of starring in a reality television show that features Broadway stars, written by Onni, a 13 year old from Massachusetts, and “Spicy Noodles,” a story about a high stakes bet and the spiciest ramen anyone has ever tasted, written by a 9 year old from Canada named David.
Scroll down for the original stories behind the episode!
Illustration by Camila Franklin
Chair Dances
by Onni, age 12, Massachusetts
Once there were five kids, named Ontrificus, Richardin, Terrence, Andy, and Emily. All these kids had a dream… to perform on… THE BAKERS OF BROADWAAYYYYY, a television spectacular where many different broadway actors were sent to a desserted, (not a typo), island, where they had to use found foods to make creme brulee. These children had a problem however, to go to broadway, you have to daancceeee. But they couldn’t take dance lessons because they lived in greenland. So they built a boat and sailed it to New….Jersey. Where they then rented a car and walked to New York! They did not use the car. They walked. They took dance lessons with a sentient chair they found on the street. His name was Gregory von Strupwafel III, and he said he was from Kalamazoo! (That’s not relevant it’s just giving context). This chair specialized in polka dance, so when they finished their montage, they auditioned for the new smash hit, “POLKATOWN”, a musical based off of old polka myths. But then, tragedy struck. Orville, Richard, Terrence, Andy, and Emily all forgot how to dance! But suddenly the chair appeared, and used its newly revealed magical powers to make them dance! And they got in! And when they performed, they won 29 Tonys. And then, suddenly, the producer of… THE BAKERS OF BROADWAAYYYYY appeared, and offered them a spot in her show. And all the creme brulee they made was delicious. THE END!!!
Our adaptation of “Chair Dances!” was written and produced by Jack Mitchell
Spicy Noodles
by David, age 9, Canada
One Thursday afternoon after baseball practice Thomas went to the mall food court
and asked his mom Maria to buy him some spicy roman noodles his mom said no because spicy food
never ends well for you Thomas. Thomas told his mom he is 10years old now and is a big kid who can
handle spicy food. Thomas's mom said you cannot even eat hot chitose without needing a big glass of
milk. Thomas asked his mom if she wants to make a bet if he can eat spicy noodles with one complaint
Thomas would scrub the whole house with a little toothbrush all by himself and she said what if you can
spicy noodles what would I have to do for you? Thomas told his mom she would have to give him a yes
day where Thomas and his mom will have to do anything Thomas wants for a full day and he can buy
anything he wants from the mall. Thomas's mom thinks its funny she doesn’t believe Thomas can finsh
the bet so she aggresses but she told him he has to tast mild spice and work his way up to XXX spicy
Thomas was exsided him and his mom both aggreed to to the bet so they go to the food court and his
mom orders him a small mild spice noodle bowl Thomas eats that with no problem next he goes up
another spice and Thomas is thinking wow this is a little but doesn’t say anything to his mom he doesn’t
want to lose the bet Maria can see Thomas is eating slower she gets another spice up from the last and
Maria can see Thomas is sweating he take a big sip of water before he eats the next bowel Thomas takes
a big bit and he holditin his cheeks Maria thomas mom goes Thomas are you ok? Thomas moves his
head yes Thomas mom says do we need to stop going more spicy? Thomas says NO IM NOT LOSING and
then at the next bowl phone spits it out and goes THAT IS TO SPICY Thomas mom gives him some water
and milk and goes maybe next time you can try spicy but she this time you always made it extra hot
beofre they leave the mall Maria takes Thomas to the dollor store Thomas goes why are we here? Maria
says well Thomas pick your toothbrush for cleaning Thomas hides his face and goes OH NOOO what did I
get into Maria says Thomas mom is always right have fun cleaning.
Roll Call Stories
The Jack of All Trades
by Jett, age 11, Washington
Jack came home from school, feeling sad.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Asked his mom, as he trudged through the front door.
“Ugh, the fact that I’m not good at anything,” answered Jack.
“You’re good at lots of things,” said mom.
“Well, there’s always someone who’s better than me,” replied Jack.
“That’s not tr-“ started mom, but she was cut off by a portal opening next to them for some reason, and they got sucked in!
“AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!” They screamed together.
“Jinx!” Yelled Jack. “You owe me a Coke, mom!” Mom groaned, but she tossed a Coke over, and Jack opened it and chugged it.
“HOW IN THE WORLD ARE YOU ENJOYING A SODA RIGHT NOW?!?!?!?!?!?!?” Mom exclaimed.
“Dunno,” answered Jack. “It’s just one of the things I’m good at.”
“LIKE I SAID!” Yelled mom over the howling winds. “YOU’RE GOOD AT SO MUCH STUFF!!!!”
“What?” Asked Jack, unable to hear her over the rushing winds.
“I SAID,” mom repeated, “YOU’REGUDAZOMUJZDUV…” she tried to say, but the wind blended her words together and drowned them out.
The end of the portal approached, and they were blasted out.
“AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” They yelled as they fell out of the portal and onto the ground. They landed on a palm tree, and slid off of it.
“OOF!” Said mom as she hit the ground hard.
Jack, however, landed in a perfect superhero pose.
“WOAH!!” Said mom.
“Yep,” agreed Jack. “That’s a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge canyon.”
“How will we get across?” Mom wondered aloud.
“Don’t worry,” replied Jack in a tone that could only be described as too calm.”In stem at school, we learned how to craft a simple rope out of vines!”
“Ooh, good idea,” said mom.
Once he had made it, he tossed it over the canyon.
“Wow,” said mom. “when you tossed it over the canyon, the rope turned into a bridge!”
“Yeah,” said Jack. “I said that it was simple.”
“HOW CAN YOU DESCRIBE THAT AS SIMPLE?!?!” Screamed mom.
“C’mon,” Jack said. “let’s go over the bridge.”
Once they crossed over the bridge, mom said, “Look! Another portal!”
They jumped in—and came out just as they were before they fell into the first portal.
“Well,” said Jack, “I guess that now that we’re home, I can go back to being plain old ordinary me.”
“Jack, wait!” Said Mom. “I wanted to say; you’re good at so many things! That trip proved it to me!”
“I’m good at lots of things?” Asked Jack skeptically. “Like what?”
“Well, for starters—“ began mom, but she was cut off by dad opening the door.
“Hi, dad!” Said Jack and his sister, Emily, simultaneously.
“Emily?” Jack asked. “My little sister, who also takes spy lessons for some reason? When did you get here?”
“I’ve been here the whole time,” replied Emily. “Smoke bomb.”
They all coughed.
“Wow, she really takes those spy lessons seriously,” said dad.
“Sooooo…” said Jack. “How was work today, dad?”
“Very hard,” said dad.
“Husband,” said mom. “You test video games for a living.”
“Hey, it was a boss level!” Complained dad.
“Well, you should go rest in your room while I talk to Jack,” said mom. And she ushered him off to bed.
“Now, Jack, as I was saying,” mom continued,”You’re good at so much stuff. Look at that adventure! You built a bridge! You did a Perfect superhero pose! YOU ENJOYED A DIET COKE WHILE WE WERE SOARING THROUGH A TEAR IN THE FABRIC OF SPACE AND TIME!!!!”
“Wow, Mom…” said Jack. “Now… I see what you mean. Even though I may not be the best at everything, I’m good at so much! From now on, I’m going to be more thankful for the gifts that I have!”
Suddenly, the air went smoky, and everyone coughed.
They both said, “ENOUGH WITH THE SMOKE BOMBS!!!”
“Jinx!” Yelled Emily. They both groaned, and handed over a Coke.
Emily cracked one of them and said, “THE END!!!
Bad Breakfast, Good Hero
by Violet, age 9, Rhode Island
One very normal sunny day I was just getting out of bed. I walked downstairs and told my mom,who was making breakfast “I want one pancake, two eggs,and a cup of applesauce for breakfast.”she asked "So you want one pancake,two eggs, and a cup of applesauce for breakfast?” I said “no! I want one pancake,two eggs and a cup of applesauce for breakfast!!!”So I didn't have any breakfast,so as you can see I walked to school in quite a frump.I didn’t even notice that our teacher wasn’t here until I looked up and saw three angry bats flying around the room biting people!!! And one of them was a kid named George who I’ve been in the same class with since kindergarten and he suddenly had two big teeth and was biting everyone and they were getting big teeth too!!! So I ran to the abandoned car rental place and hid in a empty car garage.But I saw many people coming towards me.So I knew there’s only one way to turn a vampire into human again.I sprinted towards the mall and found Jerry’s Junk Food Palace and in the third row I found seventeen bags of cotton candy!! I brought some outside and started shoving it in the vampire’s faces and they turned back into humans!!!!I won a medal and all that jazz and I had to pay for the cotton candy bags witch was no biggy but I never got my one pancake,two eggs, and a cup of applesauce.The End
Teeth That Dance
by Lucy, age 5.5, Colorado
“What if I was playing piano, getting a bunch of good, like,tunes – like good dance tunes – aaaaand my teeth started wiggling and dancing, and they all popped out of my mouth and a disco ball fell out of the ceiling on a string, and all the lights went out (on purpose). And they were just dancing in the spotlight, and I had a spotlight, and they were dancing in a ball in the living room. And then Mom was just calling the dentist, and then we went there. But my teeth were still dancing, because there was Taylor Swift playing. And I had no teeth. And we couldn’t catch all of my teeth from stopping to dance, we couldn’t get all of my teeth back. And then I ate with no teeth. I mushed it up with the top and the bottom of my mouth.”
