Lost in the Land of Popcorn

    “Hey Katie, where do you think you’re going! Mom said not to leave the Palm Woods,” Kendall said, dragging his sister away from the door. “I don’t have to listen to you, you’re not my mom,” Katie spat as she struggled to get out of Kendall’s manly grasp. “I need to buy a new goldfish for Carlos,” She screamed. “I killed Mr. Fish and now I have to replace him before Carlos notices!” “Fine,” Kendall said as he let her go. “But James and Logan and I are coming with you.” He demanded. Katie sighed and went to rally up James and Logan. They hopped into Kendall’s very tiny car and drove to the pet store.
    “What street are we on,” Logan asked curiously. “I don’t know,” Kendall said. “At least I look FAB,” James screeched. “Shut up! We need to replace Mr. Fish before Carlos notices,” Katie screamed. “Well, Katie,” Kendall began. “I don’t think we’re going to be able to do that.” “Why not,” she asked. “Because…” Logan said, “We just ran out of gas.” James and Katie began to panic and scream at no one in particular. “Calm down,” Kendall bellowed. “I’ll just call Jo and Camille to pick us up.”
    Little did Kendall know, he had started a horrifying chain of unfortunate events. Jo and Camille, on their way to pick up Kendall, Katie, Logan, and James, had gotten lost. They had called the Jennifers to come pick them up, and while the Jennifers were en route to pick up Jo and Camille, they ended up getting a flat tire. They, in turn, called Guitar dude to come pick them up. Guitar dude, not realizing how far away the Jennifers actually were, drove his guitar. Clearly, you can see how that would not work out. Guitar dude decided to call the most trustworthy adult he knew to come pick him up, Buddha Bob. But sadly, Buddha Bob had no idea where guitar dude was. Poor Buddha Bob got lost while searching for guitar dude, and ended up calling Mama Knight for help.
    Meanwhile, Mama Knight had just returned to the Palm Woods and found Carlos sitting alone in the pool area crying over a bowl. “Carlos, what’s wrong, sweetie,” she asked. “Mr. Fish…he’s….he’s now Mr. Dead Fish,” Carlos cried out. Mama Knight gave him a big hug and held on to him as he cried over his gargantuan loss. “Don’t cry, Carlos,” Mama Knight soothed. “It was just Mr. Fish’s time to go,” she said.
    Mr. Bitters had noticed that throughout the day, people had been disappearing. Normally, Mr. Bitters would be concerned to see all his customers fleeing the building, but not today. Today, was popcorn day. Mr. Bitters’ favorite day of the week. Each week, his mother would send him a bag of popcorn. Today, he had gotten a batch of his favorite popcorn; Amish Country Popcorn. He tore open the batch and engulfed his senses in the buttery goodness. He sighed heavily as he gently pulled out a single piece of popcorn, examining it, making sure it was the Amish Country perfection that he had always loved. After thoroughly examining the popcorn piece, he brought it up to his watering mouth and dropped it onto his awaiting tongue. The popcorn melted in his mouth, overwhelming his taste buds and weakening all of his other senses. He picked up another piece of popcorn and sighed as he admired its perfection. He licked the piece and then proceeded to place it atop his tongue. He devoured this piece, like a hungry gorilla. He continued to devour the popcorn bag, ignoring Carlos’ sobs. One piece after another, he began to ravenously consume the whole bag, until there was nothing left.

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