“What got Stolen?” Prompt
WritingFix has a fun lesson–called “What Got Stolen?” -that was inspired by the picture book Grandpa’s Teeth by Rod Clement.
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May 22nd, 2009 at 9:00 am
The Case Of The Missing-Montana Wig
By: Spencer Spaulding
It was just an ordinary day on the set of Hannah Montana The Movie. Then a shrill, high-pitched scream rang out. It’s source? Hannah Montana’s dressing room. Everyone immediately raced to the dressing room. What they found was Hannah Montana herself, lying on the floor, sobbing.
When questioned why she’s crying, she cryptically replied, “It’s gone!” When asked what’s gone she answered, “My wig! My wig is gone! It was taken by that dirty Chris Brown!” She then proceeded to break down and tell the whole story.
“Well, I was in my dressing room when my head began to itch, so I took off my wig. I then had a craving for potato skins and mineral water. So I left my dressing room. When I came back about five minutes later, I saw Orlando Bloom leaving the set with a mysterious bag. He then got in a car with Chris Brown, Haley Macon, 50-Cent, and Johnny Depp.
“After that I went in my dressing room. I looked for my wig for a few minutes until I was near hysteria. I then let out an ear-piercing scream. And that’s when you guys busted in.”
No sooner had Hannah finished her tale when the HPFD (Hollywood Police Force Division) burst in. They demanded to know what the problem was. So, Hannah retold her tale. About 15 minutes later the HPFD arrested everyone who was seen leaving the set. This included Orlando Bloom and everyone who was in the car.
A few days later Hannah Montana finishes a conversation with her friend Demi Lovato. She had called her to see if she had found her wig. Unfortunately, she, like many others, had not found her wig. It had been three days since she had lost her wig, and no new news had been reported. So that day, Hannah Montana made a world altering decision. She would never perform as Hannah Montana again!
“Please perform bud,” Hannah’s (Miley’s) father Robby Ray pleaded. “Not without my lucky wig” “You have dozens of wigs, use one of them.” “They’re not my lucky wig.” “Okay, I give up.” “Fine, I’m going to go do some laundry.” Hannah then got up and went to the laundry room.
Once there she started on a basket filled with her old Hannah Montana clothes. About half-way through the basket she picked the jacket she had worn on the day she had lost her wig. As she picked it up, something bright yellow fell out. It was her wig! She must have put it there when she took it off.
The first thing she did after finding her wig was call the HPFD prison and release Orlando, Katy, and all the others. She then told her father she had found her wig and asked him to schedule a concert. And finally she wrote a new song called Missing Wig. And she never misplaced her wig again. (Until next week when she accidently left it in her limo.)
May 22nd, 2009 at 9:06 am
Wigs
By: Elizabeth Gee
“It’s good!” the reff screamed. I grinned as my teammate watched the ball go through the goal. The Wolves had made it to the playoffs! I could not believe it! It was my dream to play pro-football.
“Great job, Kevin!” I heard one of my teammates say, slapping me on the back, bringing me out of my thoughts. As the team ran into the locker room, the smell of sweat and cleats filled my nose. I carefully removed my muddy helmet from my head. I opened my locker, like I had for the past three years of being a quarterback. I set my helmet in my blazing red locker. I looked to see if anyone was looking and then removed my braided, black wig from my locker I wore it every game. It gave me good luck. Everyone knew I wore it, but I wanted to be safe.
“Kevin, coach wants to see you,” shouted Brock Fields. “Ya still wearing that wig of yours?” he asked.
“Put a sock in it!!!” as I said that I shoved my nasty socks in his mouth. I looked all over for coach. Then I realized with disgust that Brock had played a trick on me. I made my way back to my locker. All the teammates had already left. I swung open my locker to reveal an empty spot where my wig should be.
“No!” I shouted. I stared so hard at that spot that if I stared any longer there would be a hole there. Coach ran up to me as I stood there in disbelief. “What? I don’t see anything!” he said.
“My-my wig i- is gone!”I stammered. Too bad I didn’t see a short, skinny, figure slip out of the room.
I searched everywhere, the whole locker room, the football field, and even the stands. I called my teammates frantically. Then I remembered something. I let my fingers fly over the numbers on the phone (which was hard for me since I had huge hands) the phone rang three times until a voice came from the other end.
“Hello?” came the voice.
“Alright Brock, where is it?” I asked.
“What? Where is what?” he asked, confused.
“Ha ha, Brock, that’s real funny.” I said annoyed. “Seriously, where’s the wig?”I demanded.
“Kevin, dude, I promise I don’t have it!” he said, alarmed.
Before I could say another word coach signaled me to the locker room. I closed my phone and sprinted over to coach. In his hand he was holding a ballet slipper.
I walked out of the stadium, confused.
“One of the guys must do dance.” I chuckled at the thought. But then I felt myself collide with someone who was running at full speed. I rubbed my head to get rid of the birds circling my head. I looked down to see a short, skinny, woman rubbing her head. She looked like a ballerina.
“I am so sor-“but before I could finish I noticed a black object lying on the ground by her bag.
“My wig!” I shouted. I bent over and grabbed it. She looked up and gasped. She leaped up to explain.
“This isn’t what it looks like…” she started.
I almost started to shout but then I looked at her smooth face and gave in.
“Why did you do it?” I asked.
“Well you see a big performance is… I’ll just tell you the truth. I disguised myself so I could get a story on your wig because I work for a magazine.” She started. “So if I got the wig I would be rich.” she looked ashamed.
“How did you know I had a wig?”I asked curiously.
“Brock Fields? I dressed up like a reporter and it slipped out of him.” She said.
“I knew it!” I spat.
“So ya going to call the cops or what?” she asked.
“I’ll let it go this time, only if you get a story on Brock” I said.
“I’ll need some facts.” She said, smiling.
“I’m your man!”I said.
May 22nd, 2009 at 9:06 am
MR. HAT
BY: Sara Brink
Tony, the security guard, looked around at the utter darkness. “Why’d they have me work nine o’ clock on a Friday night?” Tony’s deep voice echoed through the night. “I’m missing my favorite T.V. show!” Tony gazed at the dark, soundless cemetery behind him, in which he was guarding. There stood a short, lean widow visiting her dead husband. She smiled at Tony, and Tony nodded in greeting, then turned back around, moaning. Guarding at night was utterly boring.
Tony pulled off his baseball cap, and scratched his head. He always wore a hat to cover up his hideously bald head. In his old high school days, he was an actor and used hair removal for a play. But, unfortunately, his silky, brown hair never grew back. So Tony always wore a baseball cap.
CRACK!!!
Tony scanned around him, frightened. What was that? He spun around to look at the cemetery only to find that the widow had strangely disappeared. Tony tried to calm himself down. “Okay,” he said in a soliloquy, “what’s more boring than guarding an empty cemetery at night? Nothing can happen to me.” Suddenly, Tony felt his precious hat being slowly lifted off his head. “What the…” Tony never finished. He looked up to see a dark figure swing out of the tree planted behind the cemetery gate. The mysterious figure landed with a THUD and started sprinting down the cracked sidewalk. “HEY!” Tony bellowed, suddenly coming to his senses. “Give that back! I can have you under arrest! HEY!” Tony chased after the thief, several feet behind.
THE NEXT MORNING…
After an unsuccessful hunt for the hat burglar, Tony went to the police and explained the whole, terrible situation. (He was a little embarrassed for wearing a shower cap over his shiny, bald head.) Once Tony finished his story, the police lady, trying not to laugh at his shower cap, said, “Uh… well… umm…we… (giggle) we’ll do the very best we can. Did you have any witnesses at the scene of the crime?”
“More like a suspect,” Tony answered bitterly. As if on cue, the widow walked into the police office a little reluctantly. She introduced herself, and the police lady asked her some crucial questions. By the end, the widow answered, “I would never steal from anybody. I was just at the cemetery to put flowers on my husband’s grave. Yesterday was his birthday. I just wanted to visit him, and now look what I’ve gotten myself into.” The widow sighed. Now, Tony felt very guilty. “Okay,” he said, “you can go.” The widow smiled at him, said, “Thank you,” and left the office.
That night, exhausted from his life’s current events, Tony flopped down on his queen-sized bed. “I’m never going to get my hat back!” Tony said, stressfully. He closed his tired, blue eyes, only to open them again. He had spotted something out of the corner of his eye. Tony sat up, suddenly alert. There was a piece of slightly-crumpled paper sitting on his pillow. Tony glanced around the room. Was there someone hiding in his small apartment? Tony grasped to folded paper tightly. Taking one last quick glance around the bedroom, he opened the paper and read to himself:
COME TO THE BACK OF YOUR APARTMENT BUILDING AT 10:00 PM WITH $100 DOLLARS. IF YOU HAVE THE MONEY, YOUR HAT WILL BE RETURNED IN PROPER CONDITION…COME ALONE…
The note was too small to read, so Tony got his magnifying glass, and read the note with no trouble:
COME TO THE BACK OF YOUR APARTMENT BUILDING AT 10:00 PM WITH $100 DOLLARS. IF YOU HAVE THE MONEY, YOUR HAT WILL BE RETURNED IN PROPER CONDITION …COME ALONE…
Without second thought, Tony added up 100 dollars that he found in pants pockets, under the bed and couch, and in his closet. He looked at the clock to see that it was…10:01…! Oh, no! He was late! The hat culprit might be gone! Tony rushed out his back door and down the back stairs of the building.
Once outside, Tony looked around the dark alley a little nervously, he had to admit.
“Hello?” he called. “I have the money. I’d like my hat back now!” Tony set the money on the ground, and waited. It was a cloudy night and the moon was covered, making the night intensely dark.
Tony was about the give up in despair, when his hat dropped from the sky. Tony was delightfully happy at first, then realized…THIS WASN’T HIS HAT! It was an impostor! His hat was light blue with a small torn hole on the right side. This hat was navy blue with two holes on the left side! Tony was outraged! He looked up and on top of his apartment building stood the same dark figure as the one at the cemetery the night before. Tony looked closer to find that the figure was wearing his stolen hat! The figure caught Tony’s eye, turned away and ran. Tony sprinted up the stairs, excitement and determination whirled through his body. When he leaped to the top of the building, he saw the hat thief trip over a small pebble and stumbled down.
“Wow, that’s convenient,” Tony said aloud. He ran to the thief before he could hop up and get away.
As the moonlight glowed across the culprit’s face, Tony could see, clearly, that the thief was none other than…we will now have a short intermission. Please feel free to get a snack and take a bathroom break.
The thief was none other than Roger Roman, also known as Mr. Hat. Mr. Hat owned a hat shop downtown. He was always stealing hats to sell overpriced at his store. The police never arrested him, though, because there wasn’t any prove of him stealing. But now, Tony had him pinned to the ground. He called nine-one-one on his cell phone. Within minutes, Tony and Mr. Hat heard sirens wailing and tires screeching. As Mr. Hat was being handcuffed, Tony retrieved his hat and said, “Mr. Hat, you’re no more!” He walked, proudly, down the steps to ground level, picked up his money that was still resting on the ground, and strode euphorically into his tiny apartment.
May 22nd, 2009 at 9:06 am
The Lost Certificate
By: Logan Kinman
It was Henry Loftinburg’s very first day as mayor. He was about to give his Mayor Certificate (It was a paper he needed to prove he was mayor to become mayor. It was used so that someone who looked like the new mayor could not claim that they were the new mayor.) to the president, when he noticed that he had forgot it! He hurried home as fast as he could.
Henry realized in horror that it had become lost! He searched everywhere; behind the shelf, under the bed, under piles of clothes, and even under the small rips in the carpet! He thought hard about where he may have put it, but unfortunately, he still had no luck. Mrs. Loftinburg came downstairs and asked, “What’s wrong?” “I’ve lost my certificate! I’ve looked everywhere for it!” “Are you sure you’ve checked everywhere?” “Yes!”
“I’ll put up some ‘wanted’ posters around town,” Mrs. Loftinburg suggested. “Okay, and I’ll go and ask the police what they can do,” said Henry. He went down to the police station. He explained the situation to the police when he noticed that there was a folder labeled ‘Mayor Loftinburg’ on a desk near him. “What’s that?” he asked. “That’s, err, classified information,” the police answered. “Let’s go take fingerprint checks on your door and windows,” the police suggested quickly. They went to the Loftinburg residence and did fingerprint checks on their doors and windows. However, no fingerprints were found but their own.
When the fingerprint checks didn’t work, the police questioned all of the other mayor candidates. When none of them were found guilty of stealing the certificate, the police questioned their friends and families. When none of them were found guilty of stealing the certificate, the police questioned their friends and families. Then they questioned theirs, then theirs, and so on. The questioning spread to about the entire state, and even to some of the other states.
Henry Loftinburg sat down in his soon-to-be-left mayor office-since he had to leave soon, he might as well have some time as somewhat mayor. Then he remembered. He unlocked a drawer in a desk and reached in. There it was! Now he remembered! Henry put the certificate in the desk in advance. He called the police and called off the investigation. “But if the certificate was in my desk,” he said to himself, “then what was in that folder?”
May 22nd, 2009 at 9:07 am
Jed carter 5/12/09 essay the plunger “Who would want to steal a toilet plunger anyway,” questioned the police officer. ”I don’t know,” I said sadly. “Can you retell the crime,” said the officer ”Sure,” I said “Yesterday, after a lunch of mystery meat everyone got food poisoning. It was so bad that a hazardous materials clean-up crew had to disinfect the school. After school the next day, I went to my supply closet to fetch my materials for cleaning; one of those materials was the janitor-mate 3000 the most the most technologically advanced toilet plunger in the world. It so advanced that they painted it gold. It even has a computer in it. Normally it was right behind the mop, in its glass case but the glass was broken and the plunger was gone! That’s basically it,” I said. “And that’s all I need, “said the police officer. While searching on my own, I found slime of some type. I asked the science teachers because I knew that the students were dissecting squid that week. When I asked the lunch ladies they instantly denied my accusations. I also asked the principal because he had an artificial limb that had misplaced during the last soccer invitational. My assistant and I wanted to know if he had borrowed it. Meanwhile, back on planet Chinatown the aliens were rejoicing after have to steal toilet plungers from those infernal humans,” said Icebox. When the leader of planet Chinatown went to return the toilet plunger to the supply closet, I caught him! “We’re going downtown to have a talk between you, me, and the chief of police,” I said triumphantly. At the police station the alien admitted to the crime and said he would never come back to earth ever again their leader had found a new arm that matched the rest of his plunger shaped limbs. Suddenly, Icebox the planet scientist comes rushing in to the town with great news. “I have found a natural alternative for lost limbs, so now we don’t.
May 22nd, 2009 at 9:08 am
The Umbrella . . .
By: Hannah DeWitt
“Noooo! It can’t be gone! How could this have happened?” Susan Fern, one of the zookeepers at the Nic-Nac Zoo screamed. Everyone in eyeshot ran to Susan’s dazzling purple locker where she stood, horror struck.
“What’s wrong?”
“What was taken?”all the workers asked.
“S-someone took m-my umbrella.” Susan stuttered.
“What!?!”
“Call the police!”
20 minutes later…
“Tell me everything, madam,” said Lt. Notusk as he twirled his handle bar mustache.
“Well,” Susan began,”I was at the east end of the zoo when it happened.”
“Yes, okay, continue.”
“I had left my umbrella by my locker, where I always do and when I came back it was gone!”
“What did it look like?”asked Lt.Notusk.
“It was a stadium umbrella with shiny green elephants on it.” replied Susan.
“Well then, I would li…..”They were interrupted by a lower ranking officer.
“I think you need to see this boss.” he said with a hint of pride for what he just discovered.
The three of them walked over to Susan’s locker to find…a dent!
“Interesting,” said Lt.Notusk,” very interesting.”He turned to Susan. “I will need you to come down to the station to see if you recognize anyone in the lineup and for a cartoonist draw the umbrella with a detailed description of the missing umbrella.”
Down at the station…
“Is this it?” asked the cartoonist holding up a drawing of an enormous umbrella.
“That is exactly right!” screamed Susan.
“Well, I think your job is done now,” the Lt. said to the cartoonist who happily left. He swiveled to face Susan.”We will be on the lookout for your umbrella, ma’am, but until we find, it we will need you to act like nothing ever happened…”
But it didn’t turn out that way. Susan became frantic. She would accuse al the visitors and in no time at all the visitors were so scared that no one came to the zoo. The zoo, lacking money from visitors, closed. They were about ready to send all the animals away when the janitor stepped forward.
“Is this the umbrella you’re looking for?” asked the janitor. “I found it when I was cleaning, and picked it up. I thought someone left it there to be thrown away. I’m sorry to have caused all that trouble. And I’m sorry for the dent. My broomstick hit the locker. I promise I’ll fix it. I’ll ev…”
Susan didn’t hear anymore. She was just glad to have her umbrella back, and so was everyone else!!!
May 22nd, 2009 at 9:08 am
THERE’S NO USE CRYING…
By Maxwell
Nothing mattered now…It was just him…and thirst. Kevin approached the fridge, and got the milk. Poured a glass, and returned the carton, and when he returned at the table…the milk…had disappeared.
Naturally, Kevin was in shock when he found the glass empty. So he poured more milk in the glass, and returned to the fridge, put the carton on the shelf…and back at the table…again!?! Kevin was really upset now! So he sprinted to the fridge, poured a glass, and checked for leaks, and stared, and stared, and stared. He looked at that glass so intently he thought it might burst into flames… and so he waited…and waited… and then, he waited some more. Before long the milk would start to spoil…so…
“Gwwaaaaaaarrrrrg!!!” he screamed at the top of his lungs! That was it. There was no more fooling around. So he devised a clever plot… He wondered how the thief felt about something else to drink; he shook up the orange juice and poured a glass. He returned the carton eager to see something to drink when he returned …but no…
He reviewed his steps, checked for fingerprints, and searched for clues. Finally, he found his problem. He poured his last glass of milk, confident his plan would work… and then… he grabbed the glass. He tried to lift it but it wouldn’t budge! He tried harder this time, and yanked the glass, and the section of table it was glued to, into the air!
Kevin was astonished! He gazed in wonder at the piece of table stuck to the cup and then, the perfectly round incision in the table. At last he got an idea of how this happened. He looked up confident he would find evidence. Sure enough, another hole awaited him, leading straight into the room of his little brother, Alec. Kevin marched upstairs to find Alec with a sheepish grin topped with a milk moustache.
May 22nd, 2009 at 9:14 am
Imported Chalk
By: Abbi
“Time to start another day” I muttered bleakly to myself as I wandered instinctively into my classroom. All of my teachery supplies were precisely put in place. My ‘‘papers to be graded’’ folder was placed in a definite right angle to my computer desktop and all of my lesson plans were gathered Imported chalk
neatly away in my desk. Organization was utterly important to me, and because of the way my desk looked I felt it was going to me a good day. That’s when I sighted it.
The chalk ledge lay hideously empty! Lying free of my squeak-free, bright- white, imported from Indonesia, chalk! I felt tears spring to my eyes “how can I teach without my life-line….. Imported chalk?” Trying to keep my voice low didn’t work.
“We’ll help you find your chalk, Mr. Papercut” My students boldly announced.
“Maybe you took it Smittie!? Maybe you feel guilty and are going to retrieve it from its secret hiding place?!?!?! HMMMMMMMMM! WAS IT YOU!!!!!” I analyzed.
“UHHHHHHHHMMMM no.” Then they were gone. All morning the students from my third grade class room searched every not-so- secret, secret hidey holes of the school. Not that that was bad.
They searched through lunch never coming back for a break. Stressed, I collapsed into my overly-comfy-teachers-salary chair…. CRRRRUUUUNNNNCCCCH-RIIIINNNNG!!!!!!! I felt my brittle chalk snap beneath my weight just as the bell rang and the students raced out the door before coming back to say good-by. “It’s about time!” I said smiling peacefully to myself.
May 28th, 2009 at 8:01 am
The World Has Turned Upside Down!!!
BY: Jessica Cooper
I was getting ready for bed when I heard this piercing scream echo through the house. I jumped out of bed and ran where the sound was coming from. It was my brother Jake that was screaming so loudly.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked Jake. When I walked into the room, he was speechless. All he could do was point at me.
“What did I do?” I asked nervously.
“You know what you did thief. I told you guys that she did it!” screamed Jake.
“Jake, stop jumping to conclusions,” said Mom tiredly.
“Jake, what did I do?” I asked impatiently. All he could do was stammer, so I decided to ask my mom about his situation. Before I could say anything to her, she put her hands on my shoulder and started talking.
“Don’t worry. Everyone knows that you wouldn’t do such a thing to him. This is what happened: he was getting ready for bed, when he couldn’t find his stuffed animal. You know, that little giraffe. Everyone knows that he has to have it to sleep with, or he’ll have nightmares. He wouldn’t be able to sleep, and that would mean that he would be grouchy the next day,” said Mom, as she was about to have a panic attack.
“All this is about a stupid stuffed animal?” I questioned her.
“He is not stupid! He’s my buddy, and I can’t sleep without him!” he screamed in my face.
“Let’s just quit arguing about this a try to find it!” suggested Mom.
“Okay,” we all said. We went out to look for it. We looked everywhere under cars, in trees, in everywhere, but we kept getting the same result, nothing.
“Where’s Molly?” I asked Mom.
“Nobody knows. Nobody has seen her all day,” smiled Mom.
“That’s it! I’m calling the police. Nothing is getting done without them!” screamed Jake. “I need my buddy back because I’m getting so tired.”
He did call the police. I took the phone away from him, and told the police what had happened. They just laughed at me, so I handed the phone to Mom. They finally caved him about coming down to help us look for it. I guess that it was because they heard the agony in Mom’s voice. After she hung up the phone, Jake ran screaming to Mom.
“Mom, Mom, Molly looks sick!” but all Mom did was shrug and walked away. She had too many other things on her mind to worry about our dog.
About thirty minutes later, we heard an engine die out. That’s when we knew that the police had finally arrived. Jake ran out and threw the open the door. The man was so surprised by this action that he nearly fell out of his car. After the policeman got over this incident, Jake dragged him to our front door. As soon as he was in our door, Jake led him into our kitchen. We had to talk to him about the case.
“Ma’am, I’m Officer Buck. I got a report about a stolen object. How may I be of your services?” asked the officer nicely.
“Well, Officer, it would be a big help if you would go outside to look for me,” said Mom.
“Okay, anything I can do to help. I’ll go outside right now to look,” said the officer.
When the officer opened the door, ready to go outside, he got pushed by our grandpa. He came in the door carrying a stuffed animal.
YOU, YOU DID IT! HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY STUFFED ANIMAL WHEN YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTSNT HE IS TO ME?” yelled Jake. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped dead in his tracks. He gently pulled the animal out of Grandpa’s hand and carefully observed it. His animal had a little rip in the side of his animal. That’s when he spotted Molly come in the door with a little of the stuffing in her mouth.
“Molly did it, didn’t she?” questioned Jake. He felt really guilty for he did.
“Yes, I found it in her dog house and I thought that you want him back. Jake apologized to him and he had to leave.
“Ma’am, now that you have found what you were looking for, it is now my turn to departure. I have to go and work on a different case now,” Said Officer Buck, as he turned to leave. We all waved and said our goodbyes.
Jake went to his room, cuddled up with his giraffe, and silently went to sleep. It was peaceful from then on. After that, we all went to bed and slept like babies
May 28th, 2009 at 8:15 am
The Sweet Robbery
By Annie Auxier
Everything that happened was like a nightmare. It was pitch black, cold, and even Dad’s hand couldn’t be seen! Dad couldn’t get back to sleep. He rolled on his right side so he could see the bright colors of his delicious gummy worms on his bedside table. We never knew why Dad liked gummy worms so much. Just as it turned midnight, a dark figure snatched the gummy worms and scurried off to the kitchen.
The next morning, the search began. Dad started out going door to door trying to find clues. He had no luck. He knew it was time for a detective. The detective arrived shortly after the interesting call he received. The detective carried a plaid briefcase and wore suspicious eyes. He had a bushy black mustache that bobbed up and down when he talked. He wouldn’t tell us anything. He ran around the house looking for things suspicious. A few moments later, he stopped at the kitchen entrance and held up the first clue. A yellow gummy worm with tiny bite marks in it.
There was a little trail of yellow gummies traveling to a little hole in the kitchen’s wall. Dad took a flashlight and shined it into the hole. He then reached in and took out the jar of gummy worms! All the gummy worms were still there except for the yellow ones. Dad suspected the yellow gummies were used for the trail. For the first time in days, Dad smiled. It wasn’t just an ordinary smile. It was a brilliant smile that lit up the room like fireworks. He knew he had his gummy worms back.
The detective and Dad looked in the hole and saw the suspect. There sat a white mouse munching merrily on a yellow gummy worm. The mouse had tiny bits of yellow gummy worm stuck to its fur. Dad chuckled and said, “I never really liked the yellow ones.”
May 28th, 2009 at 8:28 am
The case of the missing jelly beans
By Zoe Whiller
It was mourning and the smell of bacon and eggs drifted through the air. I was in the living room, watching TV. Suddenly, Leah came running into the room, shouting “I can’t find my jelly beans! I can’t find my jell beans!” I followed her into the bedroom. The sunlight that peeked through the curtains illuminated the room, as if each wall were covered by mirrors.
“Where did you put them, Leah?” I asked, wondering how a five year old would be able to save jelly beans. “I put them in my special box!” she whined. “What did they look like?” I asked her.
“They were in a plastic bag with a green ribbon. There were a lot of them!” she told matter-of-factly. “Did you look under the bed?” I asked. “yes.” She said. “Did you look under all of the furniture?” I asked. “Yes.” “Did you look in every room?” “Yes.” We were both getting annoyed by now. For a last chance I asked, “Did you look at the park and ask everyone?” “Yes!” She cried. We called the police.
When we called the police and told them that Leah’s jelly beans were stolen, the police’ the FBI and the CSI all came. Helicopters flew around the apartment building and we all had to evacuate the building. The FBI took fingerprint scans while the CSI dusted for the fingerprints in our apartment.
We all searched all day and night, but no jelly beans were found. The whole neighborhood was afraid to go to prison. The sales for jelly beans went down because no one wanted to be blamed for taking them. But, a few days later, the empty bag was found under Leah’s bed. We took her to the clinic to get an x-ray of her stomach. Her belly looked gurgly and weird on the inside, but there they were, half-chewed jellybeans. Leah had eaten them all along.
Once everyone had heard the news, relief washed over the neighborhood. Leah had already eaten her jellybeans, but now Ella’s gum is missing…