Whilst cleaning out my old room…
I found a story that I wrote sometime around third or fourth grade. This is the story, unabridged and without any editorial improvements. The saddest thing is, I think I was more imaginative then.
The Adventures of Super Squash
The Enforcer of Farmers
Chapter One
An Adventure of Super Squash
One day, Super Squash was flexing his muscles when- “Ahhhhhhh!”
“Hark, I hear someone calling for help! This looks like a job for Super Squash!” and off flew he enforcer of farmers, with his trusty sidekick just behind.
“Hmmm,” the wondrous hero thought aloud. “Hmmm. I wonder where that scream came from.” Another shrill yell invaded Super Squash and Bean Boy’s ears, paving a trail of noise for the heroes to walk on.
“Wow, whoever is yelling surely must be in a lot of trouble!” mentioned Bean Boy uncertainly.
“Of course, Bean Brain! Every case is a tough one!” Super Squash assured.
“Heeelllp!” the voice trailed off.
“We’d better get on to the trouble. After all, this is a job for Super Squash!”
At the sight of the Z-Town mall, there were criminals everywhere! The important ones are-
A Zucchini Worm
Bill the Butcher,
and of course,
Farmer Joe
Farmer Joe was behind every crime in the city! He had long since dreamed of squashing the inforcer of farmers and eating him for a delicious dinner. Yes, that was the dream of ole’ Farmer Joe, and a disgusting one at that.
Well, when Super Squash and Bean Boy arrived at the sight of the crime, they saw a beautiful cucumber being forced into a huge vat of brine (which Farmer Joe referred to as ‘the pickle-izer) to be turned into a pickle!
“Ahhhhhh!” screeched the soon-to-be pickle.
“Stop evil doers!” cried Super Squash triumphantly. He swerved down into the crowd of health-hating criminals and began shooting many different species of plants at the baddies with his sling-shot. He moved swiftly through the horde of bandits, slinging vegetables and fruits everywhere.
Meanwhile, Bean boy, who was trying to untie the cucumber, had been captured by Bill the Butcher and dragged off to who knows where.
Fortunately, before he was nabbed by Bill, he was able to loosen the strings on the cucumber’s green and white striped body. He was now being drugged with weed-killer, and was losing consciousness. Super Squash, as always, came to the rescue again. Sweeping the cucumber up into the air up there in one arm, taking Bean Boy in the other, he flew speedily through the clouds blanketing the sight of the multi-colored sun floating down through the early evening glory.
“You know something, Bean Boy, you were pretty spectacular. As for you, ha ha.” the enforcer decided not to finish what he was saying as he, and the cucumber and Bean Boy sailed through the darkening sky toward home.
