The Evil Bunny/ 20 Eucalyptus Leaves

It’s Gift Day! The holiday where you give gifts, get gifts and just sort of generally celebrate the idea of GIFTS! Featuring two new stories: “The Evil Bunny,” a story about the surprising origins of the Easter Bunny, written by Peter, a 12 year old from Massachusetts, and “20 Eucalyptus Leaves,” about an echidna who learns the value of collaboration from a paddle of Platypuses, written by an 11 year old from Australia named Tamar. 

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Illustration by Camila Franklin

The Evil Bunny

by Peter, age 12, Massachusettss

There once was an evil bunny named Evil Bunny. (In case you were wondering, he is the distant cousin on the left side of the Easter Bunny.) He wanted to rule the world by stealing all the candy the Easter bunny hides. Once he has all the candy, everyone, including gorillas, will worship him as the Candy Master, instead of the Easter Bunny. Two days before Easter, the easter bunny started hiding eggs. The day after, he finished. Then, he got an incoming call from one of his helpers in Africa. It was from a gorilla named Dave. All the eggs have disappeared! He exclaimed. The easter bunny’s eyes narrowed to slits, and he said, It must be the evil bunny. Dave, take the next flight to China. That's where the Evil Bunny’s lair is. So Dave and Easter went to the evil bunny’s lair, but it had a lock on it, with room for 7 letters. Try chicken, suggested Dave. It didn’t work, but no alarm sounded. Evil Bunny’s system isn’t updated, said Easter with a grin. Try Bwa ha ha, a villain’s evil laugh. Said Dave. That time, it worked. When they opened the door, they saw millions of eggs, with a normal sized bunny in the middle. That’s the evil bunny? asked Dave incredulously, looking at Easter, who was just about his size. We can have a long conversation about my size, or we can confiscate these eggs growled the Easter Bunny. I had my chance at candy, and failed. Now, I shall try to become the Carrot Master, of both humans and gorillas. Cried the Evil Bunny as he hopped off into the night.

20 Eucalyptus Leaves

by Tamar, Age 11, Australia

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The Big Pineapple’s Head

by Milo, age 4, Wisconsin
There once was a pineapple and he went into a witch's castle. The witch put a potion on him. It was a pineapple potion that turns pineapples into chickens. Then he ran and slipped and got a big booboo. He had a bandaid. He drank another potion and turned back into a pineapple. The End.

The Hamster

by Eden, age 8, UK

The Giant Spider

by Marcos, age 6, Florida

There was a grocery store and people were in it and they loved the food and there was a Knight in there. Then, a giant spider got in the store and broke it apart. He stepped on the food, mashing them, and the knight tried to stop him but he never could. And then he build a trap with the food, the spider ate it, and the knight convinced him to be his friend. He convinced him because he was mashing the food, and that was bad, and told him that he might not live if he mashes the food, or other people might not live if he mashes the food. They spent vacations, and had so much fun, and he realized that being bad is not good. The end.

The Little Man Who Powers Your Washing Machine/Squirrel Times News Paper

Rachel starts a book club! Featuring two new stories: “The Little Man Who Powers Your Washing Machine,” a song about surprising origin of everyone’s favorite domestic appliance, written by Annabelle, an 11 year old from the UK, and “Squirrel Times News Paper,” about a storied rodential journalistic institution facing an uncertain future, written by a 9 year old from England named Jackie.

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The Little Man Who Powers Your Washing Machine

by Annabelle, age 11, UK

Story Pirates adaptation of The Little Man Who Powers Your Washing Machine was written and produced by Eli Bolin and Mike Pettry

Squirrel Times News Paper

by Jackie, Age 9, UK

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The hamster who rode a sloth: Featuring cottage cheese onions!

by Ruthie, age 10, New York
Psst! Hey you, reader! Come here! No not you, the cat from Mars sitting next to you in algebra class. NO! Not Mr. Munchy! The good looking one who is also a goose named Shanty Beardpants Stuart Denis Baldguy Mr. Goosie Ducky Loony Undies Flabberbutt the 99999th who's wearing a beanie and a bowtie and the bowtie is actually an uncooked piece of bowtie pasta. Ok, ready... uhh, I'll just call you Shanty. OH NO not you again, actual reader, get out! Ok, this story is actually about... HOLD ON WAIT IS THAT A PIECE OF CHEWED GUM IN YOUR POCKET? GIMME!!! Ok, this story is actually about... cottage cheese onions! DUN DUN DUN! Ok now tree dude can come back. YO RANDOM ENSEMBLE THAT IS UNNAMED BECAUSE ENSEMBLE DUH! You can come now. *Chews gum* hmm, tastes like hamma (which by the way is just ham from 3 Grandmas which includes yours). Love it! *Ruthie walks in*: "Does anyone know how to get to America? This is New York. Tehe" *Ruthie walks out of the room*. Once upon a literal pretzel, there was a hamster named Bob. All he did was eat cottage cheese onions. Until one day, a sloth named speedy lil' boi was all like "Ya gotta get fit like me!" but like, slow cause the whole sloth thing. And then he flexed his muscles and snatched Bob onto (who was still eating cottage cheese onions and not protesting) and ran... really slowly. Bob didn't really care. He was asleep. GULP THOSE COTTAGE CHEESE ONIONS DOWN, BADDIES! The end of this one story that isn't the story. Previously unknown person: "Excuse me bu-" Class: Bless you! Previously unknown person: "What's a cottage cheese onion?" Ruthie: Easy! A cottage cheese onion is when you grandma crosses the universe on an overlarge loaf of orange bread and then marries a space chicken on a private jet only to fin- Class: The end!

Wear your hat day

by Cly, age 6, Montana

The Creature That Lives in the Box

by Lucy, age 9, New Jersey

This mysterious city called Jersey city had a building. Now this building has lots of issues. Rent control, floods caused by dryers setting on fire, crazy door men, and everything related to that. One thing that made the people out of control who of therewas the entrance to the garage. This is because you need a card for the gates to open. And sometimes that did not work. There was a box that you put your card in. And there was a voice trying to tell the people that you need to put the card inside the box. Not a banana shaped like a card in the box. The people who lived there thought the voice was just the doorman. But was it the doorman?

“MY CAR CAN’T GET IN!” The voice in the box heard another voice. A loud voice. A boomy voice. A scary voice. BEEP BEEP BEEP.

The box voice — and remember, it wasn’t a box or a voice, but a creature — shivered.

“I’m sorry!” The creature squeaked. “Could you try your card again?”

“NO.” The voice boomed.

The creature huddled lower in her box. And then she saw a tiny crack of light. It was very small, but so was she. If she could just squeeze then maybe, just maybe …

She was out! She took a deep breath. The world around her seemed very gray. Very loud. And very BIG. She saw the angry man inside the container, his face getting redder and redder. So that was her job. Her job was to let containers into the container room. Not a big job. Not an important job. Not a job to yell about. But it was her duty.

She got the card and was able to put it inside the box.

‘’About time’’! Yelled the not so angry man

‘’Sorry for the confusion’’! Squealed the creature

But another person came. She looked like she was late for something and stressed.

‘’Oh boy’’. said the cute little creature

‘’Come on, not again’’! Yelled the stressed lady

The creature knew what she had to do.

She had to get out of the box! Her box was safe and cozy. She had lived there her whole life. She wasn’t sure if she had been born in the box. The box had a tiny couch, a fake sunflower on a tiny table, and three postage stamps on the wall. One was of a manatee, one was of a fat man in a red suit, and one was of a flower. She had found them when they were dropped in the box.

“Excuse me?” She said in a timid voice.

“WHAT?”

“Excuse me?” She said louder. “I’m sorry, but you need to yell at something else. I’m coming out.”

She slipped out through the tiny crack, which was now a little bigger. Immediately, she was standing where she had been before — grey skies around her, gray sidewalk under her feet, and the rows and rows of containers in the container room on the other side of the yellow divider thingie. (she realized she needed to know more words)

And she ran. Or hopped. Or moved really fast. She didn’t know what she was doing. She got out of the container and jumped into, what we call, a sidewalk. She wanted to explore but she was still running. She climbed up a brown pole with green, flat, roundish things. She finally felt safe until she met a squirrel.

‘’What are you?!’’ said the frightened creature

‘’What are you?!!’’ said the brown squirrel

‘’ I, um, I don’t know what I am’’ the scared creature said with a sigh

Oh. I am birdy. Said the brown squirrel.

“I’m a birdy?” She asked.

“No.” The squirrel flicked it’s tail, annoyed. “My name is Birdy. It’s … a long story.”

“Am I a bird?”

The squirrel shook her head.

“I can’t tell what you are. You have white-ish fur. Maybe. But it’s pretty dirty. And you only have one foot. You look kind of like a blanket. Yeah! A blanket.”

The squirrel paused. The creature was gazing at her with round wide eyes.

“You … don’t know what a blanket is? Do you?”

“Yeah, I know what it is!” The creature said (she did not.)

“I think you’re a blanket. But not the kind people sleep with. No offense, but you look like a blanket for babies. Like, the kind babies suck on. You’re like, a baby blanket thing. But that’s cool.”

Was it? The creature thought. She looked down. She saw part of her body looked like it had drool on it that had long ago dried up. She did have eyes, but she realized what she thought were her hands were really just pointy corners with some fringe on them.

"Someone probably dropped you. Babies ALWAYS drop things around here," Birdy said.

“I'm not a blanket! I have a job!” The creature said importantly. “I WORK in the BOX. I am very sorry but I think I want to do my job again." But suddenly, a memory was creeping into the back of her mind. She remembered the unpleasant feeling of being crammed into a toddler's mouth. She remembered sticky fingers, a voice that said MOOWA BA LA FLARP GHDFV and ... falling, falling, falling, and then being picked up by another mouth. The other mouth had been less wet, much smaller ... and then she had been crammed in a box! Birdy was right.

‘’I have a job too!” Said Birdy i”I, uh, um, have a, uh, job to keep, um, baby blankets from going where they do not know where to go!”

Good one! Birdy thought in her head. ‘’And, well, I need to do it. I am sorry but you can’t go back in the box,” she continued.

“Wait …” The creature said. “So I’m helping you by not being in my box?”

“Yes!” said Birdy.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

A line of cars had formed halfway down the block. The gate wasn’t opening.

“Wait,” Birdy said. “Who did this job before you?”

The creature shrugged. Up on a branch above her, she could see a faded strip of blue cloth. She closed her eyes. She could vaguely remember. The blue fabric looked reassuring, friendly. Could it be …

“BOPPY?” She yelled.

The squiggle of fabric stopped blowing in the wind and straightened up. The creature could see its’ small black dots, the eyes that were so familiar.

“BEEPY!” The blue fabric yelled. “You made it out!”

Birdy the squirrel looked back and forth. And suddenly, she knew what to do. She had lied to Beepy about her job, but she realized it was her job. She remembered her own mom, yanking the blue strip of fabric out of the box right when she had been born, and using it to wrap around her tiny body.

Birdy ran down the tree and toward a stroller. She knew who she had to save.’’

“Ew, a squirrel!” The stroller pusher yelled. The stroller bumped onto the uneven edge of the sidewalk. A daffodil-yellow blanket — this one with a small head at the top that looked like a lion — bounced out of the sidewalk and fell onto the ground. The stroller pusher didn’t notice.

Birdy grabbed the blanket in her mouth.

“Where are you taking me?” The lion blanket roared, quietly. Birdy didn’t have time to talk. She hurried to the container room and shoved the yellow blanket into the crack in the box.

“LET ME IN!” Someone screamed toward the box.

A pause.

“One moment, please,” A tiny voice came out from the machine.

The snaky line of cars all erupted into beeps and cheers. The box was working again!

Birdy the squirrel scampered back up into the tree.

“Told you I had a job!” She said proudly.

Beepy and Boppy were nestled together happily. Birdy the squirrel curled up on top of them.

“I actually never want to work again,” Beepy said. “I just want to hang out with my friends. OUTSIDE of the box.”

The End

Expressions…Or Not!

What if expressions started coming to life whenever we said them? Would that be fun? Or…weird? Find out in today’s brand new story, written by a 10 year from Idaho named Rhetta.

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Expressions… Or Not!

by Betty, age 10, UK

Have you ever wondered what would happen if expressions came true? Well, welcome to my life!

I live on 0101 Drive, in the town of North South. (Which, by the way, is on the East/West coast).

Everywhere I go, expressions are coming true! Like the time Mom said, “Time flies when you’re having fun.” Then the clock starting growing wings and it flew out the door! Or, before my big performance, when Dad said “break a leg!” We had to call and ambulance after that!

When we moved where from Idaho about 2 years ago, I just thought it was a normal town. I went to school and I played sports. Until one day at school, I did a book presentation ending with “And that’s my book in a nutshell.” That was when my book shrunk and was enclosed in a walnut shell. Soon after, I realized that every expression or saying I said came true!

I think that’s all I have to say- cat got my tongue. Oh no! Ahhhhhh!

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Sorry, did you hear me wrong?

by Thomas, age 9, Washington

I’m a banana. Sorry, did you hear me wrong? I’m a chicken-banana. Sorry, did you hear me wrong? I’m a baby chicken-banana. Sorry, did you hear me wrong? I’m a goo-goo ga-ga baby chicken-banana. Sorry, did you hear me wrong? I’m an explosive goo-goo ga-ga baby chicken-banana. Sorry, did you hear me wrong? I’m a two-headed explosive goo-goo ga-ga baby chicken-banana. Sorry, did you hear me wrong? I’m alive.

Georgie the Carrot's Amazing Adventure of Candy

by Isadora, age 6, New Hampshire

Once upon a time there was a Carrot. The carrot was named Georgie. The Georgie Carrot went to a fireplace. The fireplace had chocolate filled marshmallows in it! So he ate the fireplace and the rocks blocked him from eating the fire, but he ate it any ways. And when he ate the fire he said, “I think I should eat a cinnamon roll.” So he ate a cinnamon roll. Then, since Georgie the carrot loves candy, he ate all the candy in the world, from the state of Georgia to China. And when he finished eating all the candy in the world, he took a big burp, “eee-uuuk,” and then when he finished burping, he went and he took a big nap and then just went to sleep and then he woke up and ate every single marshmallow in the world. And then, the next morning he lost a tooth because of the candy, and he got a tooth pillow.

The End!

Ah! What Is Happening?!

by Liam, age 7, California

One day this happened. A giant portal appeared in the sky and an alien ship came out, plus a bunch of monsters too! The they tried to take over the world. Only one super hero stood up and fought the battle for humanity. It wasn't looking good for SuperMegaAwesome Guy. But then everything disappeared because the power went out! It was a movie the whole time.

My Dad’s Sneezes/Floating Hair

 The Story Pirates celebrate the most popular and definitely well-known holiday of the year, Referee Day! Featuring two new stories: “My Dad’s Sneezes,” a story about a cataclysmic paternal sneeze that causes the entire town to take cover, written by Betty, a 10 year old from the UK, and “Floating Hair,” a story about a phantom hairpiece that tries to undermine one kid’s confidence, written by a 9 year old from New Jersey named Azariah. 

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My Dad’s Sneezes

by Betty, age 10, UK

TAKE COVER...! MY DAD IS ABOUT TO SNEEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Floating Hair

by

Floating Hair

Story Pirates adaptation

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“How Humans Got Moustaches

by Vivian, age 10, Canada

One day a piece of hair named Harriot tried to find the perfect head to live on. This is the main purpose of all hair to find the right head, and Harriot was on the prowl!

Harriot: Time to find a head. I am so ridiculously soft and luxurious I should be able to find a head in no time.

The problem is nobody's head was quite right for her or they were already taken. Harriot tried speed growing, online hair/head match making and even just hanging around barbershops looking for the right head.

Harriot started getting desperate and she randomly asked a girl walking down the street but the girl already had a braid named Bradley.

Harriot: Can I be your hair?

Bradley: Girlie no way I'm her braid!

Next she tried a teenager but he had a mohawk named Maddy.

Harriot: Can I be your hair dude?

Maddy: No dude, I'm already his mohawk! You look like a dreadlock, get lost.

Harriot then tried a bald person but he had armpit hair already.

Harriot: I'm going to find a head today, this guy is baldy bald bald! Hey can I be your hair?

Armpit Hair: No I have his armpit.

Harriot: But I want his head, it's like a cue ball.

Armpit Hair: I'm pretty sure he likes it that way.

Harriot: What about the other armpit?

Armpit Hair: I'm thinking about heading up there for the winter so no dice kiddo!

Harriot was at her wits end.

Harriot: This is crazy sauce, a gorgeous lock of prime hair like me can't find a happy head to live on, let alone an armpit. Where can a beautiful handle bar lock of hair like me find her forever home???

Moustacheless Man: I need a moustache sooooo baddly, whatever that is! Why does nobody have a moustache, I mean hair on their face, that's it! It's like I can't find the style I want (preferably handle bar), and all hair wants to be on heads or other parts of the body that can be weird or gross.

Harriot gathered herself together and rushed happily into the moustacheless mans arms.

Harriot: I can be your moustache!!

Moustacheless Man: Thank......y achoo, this will take some getting used to!

Random Stranger: Nice face hair thing that adds style and character to your face.

So Harriot became a moustache and that's how humans got moustaches!

Harriot: The End!

Moustacheless Man: Achoo!

The Penny Who Wanted To Be Spent

by Joseph, age 9, Florida

Once upon a time there was a penny. He lived in a wizard’s house. Now, this may sound weird, but he was ALIVE. Her is how he came to live. One day, the wizard was walking to his brother’s house. When he got there, his brother, who was a little bit grumpy, was watching telavision, when he arrived. The wizard grabbed the remote and shut the telavision off. His brother yelled in rage and threw a pile of coins at the wizard that he was counting. His brother was greedy so he always had a pile of coins next to him. The wizard was caught off guard and stumbled backwards. A come alive potion fell out of his robe and spilled onto a large penny. The penny started to shake and then the penny said: who are you? To the wizard’s brother who shrieked: get that penny out of my house! So the wizard picked up the penny and raced out of the house. When they got home the wizard put the penny in his magical wallet, where he was sure the penny would like. But the penny wanted to be spent. He tried to talk to the other penny’s but they were not good conversationalists. So he decided he would tell the wizard how he felt. But the wizard said: don’t be ridiculous. You’re just a penny. The penny ate the wizard. The penny went on a journey to the copper factory. Then he got a job in the factory as the owner of the factory. Then, after leaving his head copper maker in charge, he set off on a journey to spend himself. The end.

Why Numbers Never End

by Cecily, age 7, Connecticut

Once there was a girl named Sarah. She was the number holder. She made up all the numbers and she wrote them down in her number journal. Her number journal had a lot of pages so she could write all the numbers. One time she wanted to go to outer space. So she rented a space ship and flew into outer space. But she went too far and went through a wormhole. She dropped her journal and she took some pages with her. So that's why numbers never end because she took a lot of the pages with her. But maybe in the future we will find her and know all the numbers THE END.

The Throne That Blasted Off/The Book Worm

Grab a hotdog, put on a hat and get ready to sit around and wait for pitchers to warm up, because the Story Pirates have got baseball fever! Featuring two new stories: “The Throne That Blasted Off,” a story about a royal chair that travels into space to save the kingdom, written by Judah, an 8 year old from Michigan, and “The Book Worm,” about a tiny visitor to the library who is a voracious reader, i mean, eater, written by a 10 year old from New York named Liana.

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The Throne That Blasted Off

by Judah, age 8, Michigan

Once upon a time there was a king named Percy. Now the Queen (Percy's wife) didn't like him because she was secretly an alien and thought humans were ugly. One day, she snuck and made the king's throne into a rocket ship and covered it in a blanket. The next day, the king woke up. "Ahh, what a wonderful day! I'm just gonna sit on my throne." So he did. He put his arm on the arm rest. All the sudden, he felt something. His throne started shaking so much that he fell off. When he tried to get back on his throne it wasn't there! It had blasted off to outer space without him. In space there was a UFO and in that UFO was an alien. The alien found the throne and put it in his ship to be his new chair. Then he sat on it and put his arm on the arm rest. Suddenly, it blasted off back to earth. On earth, the king was busy looking for his missing throne in the dungeon. The throne fell right on the king. The queen saw the alien sitting on the throne and said, "You look much better than a human! Dreamy! Marry me please?" And the aliens lived happily ever after.

The Book Worm

by Liana, age 10, New York

So, I want to tell you about this crazy time that I learned that you can do more with books than eat them! One day, I was at the library restaraunt and I went to the picture book section, because I wasnt that hungry and I wanted a smaller meal. I was eating this book that had the most marvelous taste..it was about a hotdog, I think, because it tasted exactly like a hotdog. Suddenly, I felt that I was being lifted higher and higher, and then I saw a small human over me. His face looked surprised, and he dropped the book with a sudden thump. Then he picked it up again and said "Mr. Worm, why are you eating this book? It's my favorite book." "Oh, so you like the library restaraunt as well?" I asked "Have you tried the history books? They're delicious. Or maybe try the fantasy books, over easy." The boy looked confused for a second, and then laughed, and said "Don't you know books are for reading?" I was confused, and asked what was reading. The boy said that reading is when you look at words and understand what they mean and they tell a story. He told me I could read the rest of the story that I had not yet eaten. So I went to a page that wasnt eaten. Wait, I can't read. The end.

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The Pool of Straw [2 versions]

by David, age 6, Oregon

The Pool of Straw v 1.0
by David (age 6)

Let me tell you the story. Once upon a time there was a pool. It was full of water. Well, is that water? No. It’s straw. This pool isn’t a pool at all. It’s the mouth of a gigantic monster, full of straw. But the kids in the house where it lays in the backyard of thought it was a pool. And got eaten. The end.

The Pool of Straw v 2.0
by David (age 6)

Once upon a time there was a pool of water. Then some aliens came. And used their dry ray to dry it up. And used their straw ray to fill it up with straw because they were kind aliens and they knew the people who lived in that house were farmers. And they also used their other pool ray to turn their straw holder into a pool of water. The end.

My Pet Nose

by Bonnie, age 9, New Zealand

Attack of the Manic

by Arlo, age 8, Washington

The Tooth Fairy Room Mate

 If you think you know everything about the tooth fairy, today’s brand new story has some big surprises in store for you. Written by two siblings in Canada, 9 year old Duncan and 7 year old Scotia. 

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The Tooth Fairy Room Mate

by Duncan, age 9, and Scotia, age 7, Canada

The tooth fairy is assigned to your family. If your family moves, she moves with you. The tooth fairy lives in your house. She lives in the vents of your house. When she collects your teeth she decorates the vents with them. The vents are full of teeth. Teeth that belong to all the people who have lived in your house. On Halloween the tooth fairy cracks the teeth open and puts lights inside them. Then, she strings them up as her decorations; like Christmas lights but for halloween.

The tooth fairy is named Julia Alyssa. There is one rule for the tooth fairy - she can’t take teeth that have cavities. The family Julia is assigned to has too many cavities. The family has so many cavities because the kids eat too much sugar.

Julia tries writing the parents a note. It says “Give those kids some fruits! Make sure they brush and floss their teeth!!”. But, the parents don’t listen! The cavities keep coming.

Julia has to take drastic measures. She starts brushing the kids’ teeth at night. One of the kids, John, closes his mouth and Julia gets stuck!! John sneezes a huge sneeze and spits Julia out. He wakes up and says ‘I almost swallowed a fly!!!” The other kid, Jennifer starts to wake up too, because her brother is so loud.

Julia decides she’s had enough. She has to tell John and Jennifer what’s up!!

“I am not a fly! Don’t call me a fly! That is rude. I am a professional tooth fairy! You need to brush your teeth! You need to floss! You need to eat some veggies! Or, I can’t do my job! Cavities me NO MONEY FROM THE TOOTH FAIRY!!!”

John and Jennifer lose their minds “MOM DAD! THIS FLY CAN LITERALLY TALK!!”

Julia says ‘That’s it! I quit” and flies back to her tooth condominium. SHe’s had enough of spoiled kids. She decides to retire as a tooth fairy: and moves to Las Vegas where she becomes a dental hygienist.

THE END

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The Famous Streetlight

by Sloane, age 8, California

Once upon a time there was a streetlight that could talk. It loved saying “Hello!” to people driving in their cars. One day it started raining onto the streetlight and the streetlight was still happy. The next day the streetlight felt a bit weird and a few seconds later the streetlight grew legs and arms! But now the streetlight felt proud of himself. The next day people started taking pictures of the streetlight. So, he became the most famous streetlight in the whole world! And from now on everyone loved the streetlight! But the streetlight made friends named Bob jerry and tom. And with the streetlight's legs and arms he plays with his friends all day long!

Museum: of imaginary stuff

by Gabe, age 5, North Carolina

Cows That Make Meows

by River, age 8, Australia

The White Color Box/The Villain Who Couldn’t Villain (feat. Britt Lower and Ana Egge)

Baby With a Mustache is adopted by a giant chihuahua (Britt Lower). Featuring two new stories: “The White Color Box,” a song about animals working together to solve a problem, featuring special guest Ana Egge and written by Bihann, a 7 year old from Ontario, and “The Villain Who Couldn’t Villain,” a story about a villain who decides to seek out a healthier work environment, written by an 8 year old from Oregon named Henry. 

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Illustration by Camila Franklin

The White Color Box (feat. Ana. Egge)

by Bihaan, age 7, Canada

Our adaptation of “The White Color Box” was written by Ana Egge and produced by Jack Mitchell

The Villain Who Couldn’t Villain

by Henry, age 8, Oregon

Once upon a time there was a dark & spooky castle. In the castle lived an evil villain. He was tall and villainous... Well, actually, he wasn't very tall, just 2ft. And he wasn't very villainous or evil. He aspired to be a villain, but the most villainy thing he's ever done is not letting a kind into his ballpit.

He tries to be villainy, but in the end he is just a hero. Let me tell you the story.

Once there was a big city. There was suddenly a dark cloud of smoke for no apparent reason. when the smoke cleared, the people saw a smoke bomb lying on the ground, and 3 of the most sinister villains.

One was the sorceress, wearing black robes and carrying a staff that promised imminent doom.

The second was the beast, furry and striped like a tiger, with razor sharp teeth that could cut through iron like butter.

The third was the robot. Taller than a skyscraper, it could blast rays from its hands,

The superheroes — the Tower Twins, who could grow to the size of towers and wore light green costumes - and the Crimson Cannonball, with his scarlet cape, flying at the speed of light - they were no match for the villains.

The Villain who couldn't villain was watching from above. He decided to join the villain team, but they say to him, "you're just too small and weak. Go back to preschool, small fry." That hurt the Villain who couldn't
Villain's feelings greatly & he decided to join the hero team instead. The Villain Who Couldn't Villain's power was he could turn invisible. The heroes welcomed him in, and w/them he turned invisible, went over to the robot, climbed up his massive metal bulk, and unscrewed his control panel.

It fell open and almost knocked him off. Not knowing what he was doing, he switched wires, pressed buttons, and turned switches.
He also pulled levers and wiggled around
beepies and boppies. He then pressed
"submit" & jumped off. The robot suddenly started doing a terrible representation of the Chicken Dance while simultaneously punching his face and malfunctioning.

One down, two to go.

He next went over to the sorceress and turned her diamond on top of her staff upside down. Then he turned visible and said, "OK sorceress let’s fight!" She wanted and readied her staff. Suddenly, a bolt of energy coursed through her and she lay dead as a doornail.

Next up, the beast. He turned invisible again. He knew he couldn’t beat this gigantic pile of fur, teeth, and danger by fighting, so he tied together the beast's shoelaces. The next time the beast tried to take another thundering step that would shake mountains, he tripped! He was so big and bulky that he fell so hard he cracked his head open.

The new Hero Who Couldn’t Villain was reigned a hero!

The End

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The Evil Shapeshifting Piece of Toast

by Jonah, age 6, Arizona

Once there was a little town and a good warrior lived there and on the other side of the town, an evil shapeshifting piece of toast lived in a cave. Nobody knew that he had an evil scheme. When the good warrior met with the shapeshifting piece of toast, he shapeshifted into his twin brother. He did not know that the shapeshifting piece of toast had locked his brother in the dungeon. Then when he revealed himself, he made an epic battle with the piece of toast. It went on for six hundred years. In the end the good warrior toasted him over the fire with his spear. The End.

Bad Chair

by Sylvie, age 10, Australia

BAD CHAIR (DIALOGUE)

I took a photo of a chair with hard armrests, and this is my story.

Dad: Honey! It’s time to go to school!

Sylvie: Okay Dad!

*Sylvie tries to walk out door*

CRACK!!!

Sylvie: Owww…owchi…

Chair: Mwahaha!

Dad: Oh no! Sylvie, are you okay?

Sylvie: Yeah, but this chair is evil!

Dad: Oh no! How will we stop it?!

Sylvie: The same thing we always do when a chair turns evil!

Dad: Which is…?

Sylvie: We tie it to a wall and feed it cheese! Duh!

Dad: Okay!

*Dad ties chair to the wall*

Sylvie: I got the cheese!

*Sylvie pushes cheese into chairs mouth*

Chair: Noooo! I’m sorry! I’ll be good! Just please stop!

Dad & Sylvie: Okay!

The end!

The turtle who ran for president

by Jude, age 12, Florida

Once there was a turtle, but this was not a normal turtle. No, this turtle ran for president! One day he was getting ready for his first debate, but because he was turtle he was super, super slow. So slow, he missed the debate!

But not just the debate, he missed the whole presidential term!! Finally, he made it to the debate. But it was 7 years later. Later on, he was elected and became the first animal president. The end.

Chicken Hat/Rock and Roll Dining Room

The Story Pirates become obsessed with a video game called Jellybean Simulator. Featuring two new stories, “Chicken Hat,” the story about a girl who decides to wear a certain hat…forever, written by Éowyn, a 10 year old from Oregon, and “Rock and Roll Dining Room,” a story about the world’s greatest rock band made out of furniture, written by a 12 year old from Florida named Beckett.

Scroll down for the original stories behind the episode!

Illustration by Camila Franklin

Chicken Hat

by Éowyn, age 10, Oregon

eowyn-chicken-hat

mom: lulu clean your room and find stuff to sell at the garage sale

lulu: ok mom, lets see i’ll sell this chicken hat im going to try it on before I put it in the sell bag,

ok i'll just put it on and wait I don't want to sell this chicken hat i'm going to wear it forever!

the next morning

mom: lulu time for school

lulu: ok mom

mom: why are you still wearing that chicken hat

lulu: because I'm never taking it off

a few years later

mom: lulu it's been three years since you put on the chicken hat and your still wearing it take it

off

lulu: NEVER!

100 years later

lulu: and that's the story of how I got my chicken hat

the end

Rock and Roll Dining Room

by Beckett, age 12, Florida

One apom a time there was a band called the rock and roll chairs it was made up of a bunch of chairs made of old electric guitars

with flames on them

One time they had a concert for their hit song pretzel juice it goes like this “PRETZEL JUICE! ITS JUICE FROM A PRETZEL! OH YEA!”

And everyone loved them but then a new band of tables called the rock and roll tables made a new song but it had the same lyrics but a different tune and everyone loved it more than the original

The rock and roll chairs were so angry that one of them EXPLODED!!!

So the lead singer Mr. Sitonme went to the the tables and said “Hey you stole our song”. “Oh we just really like your song so we tried to make it better so you would notice us we are huge fans of you” said the lead singer of the band Dude Putyourfoodonme. “Oh ok well what if we work together” said Mr. Sitonme. “Ok” said the rock and roll tables.

So they worked together and was therefore known as the rock and roll dining room and made the song pretzel juice better than ever before and the also became the best band of inanimate objects ever in existence

THE END

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duckly

by Charlotte, age 11, California

There once was a duck named bean. But, bean loved bread so when the annual duck fest came around bean brought bread. But, no one wanted it so they kicked him out. So Bean slowly walked home crying, he was so sad when he got home he flopped down on his porch “nobody liked bread” he cried. Later he got into bed, still sad. In his dream he woke up on on an egg “where am i”? He asked “you are here” said a strawberry. Then at the very end of the egg a shining bread appeared and he grabbed it. The next morning he woke to screaming and as he looked out of the window he saw ducks running from the evil bread “don't yell” said the mayor. “ I have to do something," Bean thought. So he ran to his pantry and grabbed a loaf of bread, and egg. Then he cut a hole into the bread and cracked the egg into it.”STOP!!” Bean yelled and then he threw the egg toast at the bread. “Noooooooooooooooo!!!!” the evil bread yelled “ eggs shouldn’t mix with bread…”. And then Bean and the other ducks ate bread, maybe too much because they became bread.

THE END bread

The adventures of Charlamain the Squirrel

by Sebastien, age 10, Minnesota

Once upon a time there was a squirrel name Charlamain who lived in a toaster under the stove on a fishing boat. He went fly fishing every day for 7 years and then he caught a fish blaster that launched gumballs. One day while he fished a giant penguin named cooper started eating his boat. Charlamain exclaimed enough cooper. The vessel on which you are eating is my own. Cooper replied but I have hunger. Then charlamain paused and recalled the blaster he had recovered earlier. Then he shouted please stand by and proceeded to launch countless gumballs into the gaping maw of the giant penguin. Cooper said please no disgusting four year old gumballs. I like potato chips. OK said Charlamain here are some potato chips. Yummy said cooper. (Insert very loud munching noises) Thank you said cooper. Your welcome said Charlamain. Lets go to Addis Ababa the capitol of Ethiopia. Sure said cooper. Lets go said Charlamain. The end.

How to Make a Banana Upside Down Cake

by Zoe, age 8, Pennsylvania

First, make a banana cake. Then, flip it upside down. Third, smash your face into it. Fourth, then tell your mom that you definitely did not smash your face into a banana upside down cake. Fifth, get your dog to clean your face off so that your mom doesn’t know you did smash your face into a banana upside down cake.