Monthly Archives: May 2013

Wacky Story: “Monkey Mountain”

Submitted by: the Bellwoar Gang

Once there was a girl named Elizabeth who really liked a boy named Jimmy. Elizabeth always wanted to act cool in front of Jimmy, so she did things that she thought would make her look cool. She usually ended up looking ridiculous.

One day, Jimmy asked Elizabeth to meet him at the top of Monkey Mountain, the steepest mountain around. It had a forest at the top that people said was spooky. Elizabeth was scared to go into the forest, but didn’t want Jimmy to know, so she said yes.

Her friend, Tracy, tried to tell Elizabeth not to go, but Elizabeth was sure that Jimmy was going to ask her to be his girlfriend at the top of Monkey Mountain, so she told Tracy that she had to go, no matter what.

Elizabeth heard a story that banana’s kept the spooks away when you went to the top of Monkey Mountain. So, she washed her hair with banana-smelling shampoo. She used banana soap, perfume, and lip balm. When she was done with all that, she even stuck a real banana in her hair with glue.

When she got to Tracy’s house, Tracy asked her why she smelled like a banana.

Elizabeth said, “No spooks are going to get me!”

The two girls started to hike up the steep mountain. They had walked a few minutes when they started huffing and puffing. Tracy wanted to take a break, but Elizabeth said they had to get to the top as fast as they could. She wanted to give Jimmy a kiss.

It took them five hours to get to the top. They were really tired, and Elizabeth sat down on a rock. Tracy sat down on another rock. Elizabeth was nervous about going into the forest. It looked pretty dark and strange noises were coming out of the trees.

“What about your kiss for Jimmy?” Tracy asked.

Elizabeth wanted to give Jimmy a kiss more than anything, so she stood up and started to walk into the forest. All of a sudden, monkeys started swinging from the trees like crazy.

Elizabeth never figured it out, but it was called Monkey Mountain because a lot of nice monkeys lived there – not spooks.

The monkeys  smelled all of the banana stuff Elizabeth was wearing and saw the banana on top of her head. They thought she was a banana.

They started climbing in her hair; trying to take off her shoes; and hanging on her arms.

Elizabeth started screaming and running around like waving her arms like she just fell into a pit of hot lava. She thought spooks were attacking her.  “Get them off me! Get them off me!”

Tracy tried to shoo all the monkeys away by making loud lion roars. All of the monkeys ran back into the forest. Except for one little one that was holding on tightly to the banana stuck in Elizabeth’s hair.  Elizabeth and Tracy didn’t see him.

Just then, Jimmy came out of the forest. Elizabeth saw him. She closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and was ready to give him a kiss.

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When she opened her eyes, it wasn’t Jimmy her kissed her. It was little the monkey! He smelled her banana lip balm and had to have a taste.

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“EEEEEEWWWW!” Elizabeth screamed and pushed the monkey off her. She started spitting on the ground.

“Elizabeth? What happened Are you OK?” Jimmy asked her. Elizabeth kept spitting.

“That little monkey just kissed me!”

“Do you think it’s because you have a banana stuck in your hair?” Jimmy asked. 

“Oh, yeah,” Elizabeth said. She got the banana out and handed it to the little monkey. The monkey ran back into the forest.

Tracy came over. “Well, Elizabeth, at least you got your kiss at the top of Monkey Mountain.”

“Yeah, from a monkey! I wanted to kiss Jimmy.”

Jimmy heard this and ran down the mountain screaming. The little monkey peaked back out and winked at Elizabeth. But Elizabeth said, “Don’t even think about it.”

The End.

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Wacky Story: Big Jimmy and the Hunka Hunka’s

Submitted by: Andrew, 9 and Gavin, 9

So Big Jimmy had two sons. Big Big Jimmy and Small Big Jimmy. And a wife, Skinny Mary.

At school, the kids made fun of them because they always got stuck in doors and their lockers. (The Jimmy boys would say, “Help me!” but the kids would just laugh.)

So Skinny Mary told them to go to the gym and work out. They all said okay.

They went to the gym and they saw some Hunka Hunkas, who made fun of them, too.

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Big Jimmy got so mad he unleashed his power on everyone so they all kept getting bigger and bigger. Everyone screamed “Aahhhh!”

And Skinny Mary saw Big Jimmy out the kitchen window while she was washing dishes. “Big Jimmy? What are you doing?” But Big Jimmy didn’t hear her.

Then Skinny Mary flew to the city with her super powers. She used her powers to make Big Jimmy regular size and everyone else. And everybody was happy.

The End.

Keep an eye out for an upcoming story: “The Hunka Hunkas Revenge”

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Wacky Story: Tomato Joe & the Ice Cream Man

Submitted by: The Bellwoar Gang

Once there was a kid named Tomato Joe. Everyone called him Tomato Joe because he threw tomatoes at anything he didn’t like. Even his mom and dad called him Tomato Joe because sometimes he threw tomatoes at them.

His dad told him that when the ice cream truck had its music playing, it meant it didn’t have any ice cream. The ice cream truck rode by Tomato Joe’s street every day. And every day, Tomato Joe threw tomatoes at it because he thought it was out of ice cream.

One day, the Ice Cream Man got tired of getting hit with tomatoes, so he didn’t turn on his music when he was driving down Tomato Joe’s street. He thought he could sneak by without be bombarded with squishy tomatoes.Tomato Joe saw the ice cream truck and didn’t hear the music so he thought it had ice cream. He ran after the ice cream truck waving his two dollars and screaming “I want some ice cream!” The Ice Cream Man saw Tomato Joe running towards him and sped up. No ice cream for Tomato Joe today.

Tomato Joe screamed, “Noooooooooooooooooooooo!” and fell to his knees.

Then, he plotted his revenge. He wasn’t just going to throw tomatoes at the Ice Cream Man. He was going to fill up balloons with rotten tomatoes and launch them at him.

“Hey, mom. Do we have any balloons?”

His mom said that they did. It was his dad’s birthday the next day and she just got a bunch.

“Wait, it’s dad’s birthday tomorrow?”

“Yep. He’ll be 30.”

“30???!! 30!!?? What!…Hey, dad. You’re soooo old. Do you want me to get you a walker for a present? How about some dentures? I can’t believe how old you are.”

“Watch it, Joe,” his mom said. “I’m 32.”

“32??!!! 32!!?? DAD!! You married an older woman! I can’t believe it. The shame. The shame. How can I show my face at school?”

“Do you want these balloons or not?”

“These balloons are light blue and say Happy Birthday! I can’t use these. I need balloons that say Revenge.”

“Well, then go get your own Revenge balloons,” his mom said and walked away.

Tomato Joe went to the store and asked the guy behind the counter if he had any balloons that said Revenge. The guy told him he had some black balloons that said Over the Hill. Tomato Joe thought these would be perfect balloons to fill with rotten tomatoes. That Ice Cream Man would be headed for the hills after he finished with him.

The next day, the Ice Cream Man didn’t play his music again as he turned onto Tomato Joe’s street. He crept up towards the house, hoping not to be seen. Tomato Joe was waiting behind a bush with 500 Over the Hill balloons filled with rotten tomatoes.

He saw the ice cream truck. He didn’t hear the music. He was filled with angst. No music meant there was ice cream. But he didn’t get any yesterday. What to do. What to do.

Just then his dad came outside. He saw the balloons.

“Over the Hill? Over the Hill?” He slipped and fell into the pile and got covered with rotten tomatoes. Tomato Joe took off running. His dad chased him, rotten tomatoes dripping off him. He looked like some sort of swamp monster.

The Ice Cream Man saw the two running towards him. He thought the dad was a monster chasing Tomato Joe. He started throwing ice cream bars at it to scare it away. The dad got hit a few times and ran to the back of the house.

Tomato Joe scooped up the ice cream bars and ran behind the bush.

The Ice Cream Man gave a nod, turned on his music, and headed home. He’d never be hit by tomatoes again.