"Hey, Mally!" said Ruby. "Wanna help me-" PLOP! A donut fell onto her head.
"WHAT THE HECK!" said Mallory.
"That's why I'm here! Because of these!"
"What are they?"
"DONUTS!"
Mallory just stared at Ruby.
"So why are you here again?"asked Mallory.
"I need your help telling the whole town about donuts!" said Ruby.
"So you want me to help you warn everybody about these 'donut' things falling out of the sky?" asked Mallory. "'Cause that's a good idea, they seem awful dangerous."
"They're not dangerous," replied Ruby, "they're delicious!"
"How do you know they're delicious?" asked Mallory.
"I tried a bite of one!" said Ruby.
"You what????" yelled Mallory. "Don't you know how dangerous it is to taste things that fall out of the sky?"
"Snow's not dangerous." said Ruby.
"You don't even know where that snow has been!" said Mallory.
"Can we please get back to the subject of delicious donuts falling from the sky?" asked Ruby. "This one has chocolate frosting on it!"
"How do you know it's chocolate frosting?" asked Mallory suspiciously. "Maybe it's brown paint, or brown shoe polish."
Ruby licked the donut. Mallory screamed.
"Nope, that's chocolate." said Ruby.
Mallory didn't hear Ruby since she was still screaming. Ruby decided there was only one thing to do. She carefully slid the donut into Mallory's open mouth. Once it was in, she carefully closed her mouth, pushing her lower jaw upwards with her finger.
Mallory screamed once again, but the donut muffled the sound. Suddenly her eyes got as big as baseballs. "Hmmmm!" she said. "Tat's willy gud." she mumbled.
Suddenly another donut fell from the sky. It hit Mallory on the head, and bounced into her hands.
Suddenly another donut fell from the sky. It hit Mallory on the head, and bounced into her hands.
It was chocolate cream-filled.
Mallory and Ruby took the donut and went out to tell the whole town about donuts.
Mrs. Pillowinger was the first person they saw. Mrs Pillowinger had a little Yorkie named Fuzzball. Fuzzball started barking like mad when he saw them. Mrs. Pillowinger came to the door and shouted "Shush up, Fuzzball!" with a loud screechy voice. Then she saw the girls. Suddenly she was very calm and polite.
Mallory and Ruby took the donut and went out to tell the whole town about donuts.
Mrs. Pillowinger was the first person they saw. Mrs Pillowinger had a little Yorkie named Fuzzball. Fuzzball started barking like mad when he saw them. Mrs. Pillowinger came to the door and shouted "Shush up, Fuzzball!" with a loud screechy voice. Then she saw the girls. Suddenly she was very calm and polite.
"Well hello, young ladies." She said, this time with a very smooth and silky voice. "What an unexpected surprise."
"What in the world is going on, Maggie? I thought Carl's cat was attacking Fuzzball again!" said Mr. Pillowinger.
You see, Mr. and Mrs. Pillowinger are two different people. I see that it's obvious they were two different people, but I mean Maggie Pillowinger was really tall and extremely skinny, while Frank Pillowinger was really short and extremely fat.
Suddenly Mr. Pillowinger noticed the girls. He was surprised to see them. "Well hello, young ladies." he said.
"Hello, Mr. Pillowinger." Said the girls at the same time. "Hello, Mrs. Pillowinger."
"What have you got there?" asked Mrs. Pillowinger.
"We have something very surprising to tell you." said Mallory.
"And very delicious." said Ruby.
"Oh," asked Mr. Pillowinger, "Did you bring nachos?"
"Nope," said Ruby "we've got donuts."
"Well, actually, we've only got one." said Mallory.
"We'll have more soon." said Ruby.
PLOP! Another donut fell out of the sky, and hit Fuzzball right on the head. Fuzzball's head was so small, and the donut was so big, that it slipped right over his head, and around his neck, like a strawberry glazed collar.
"What kind of low-heath food is that?!" asked Mrs. Pillowinger.
"I know exactly what kind of food that is! And they're delicious all right! It's a...It's a...It's a...I give up. What is it?" asked Mr Pillowinger.
"It's a donut!" cried the two girls at the same time.
"Jinx! You owe me a coke!" they both yelled.
"No, you owe me a coke!" they both said at the same time.
"Jinx again!" They yelled. "You owe me a six pack of cokes!"
"Ladies, ladies, you can't say that." said Mr. Pillowinger.
"Why not?" asked Ruby.
"Because the word 'Coke' is a registered trademark of the Coca Cola company." said Mr. Pillowinger. "And they don't want you using it just willy-nilly."
"Seriously?" asked Mallory. "It's one of the most popular drinks in the world."
"Yes," agreed Mrs. Pillowinger, "and it got that way by protecting it's brand."
"What?" asked Mallory.
"That means they don't want you to say the word 'coke' unless you mean 'Coca Cola.'" said Mr. Pillowinger.
"Well, what do you think we meant?" asked Ruby.
"Hey, maybe we could make it a product placement." Said Mallory.
"Yeah!" Agreed Ruby. "Coke! Coke! Coke! Now they gotta pay us, right?"
"I don't think it works that way." said Mrs. Pillowinger.
"I very much agree, Maggie dear." said Mr. Pillowinger.
"Why not?" asked Ruby.
"Well ladies, when you say 'Coke or 'Coca Cola' you don't get payed just for saying it." said Mrs. Pillowinger.
"Then why are we giving them a free plug?" asked Malory. "Lets just stop saying it."
"Yeah, let's get back to the donuts." said Ruby.
Ruby explained to Mr and Mrs Pillowinger how the donut fell out of the sky and she had found it. She told them how she went to the mayor, but he had no interest in it.
"Can I try some?" asked Mr. Pillowinger.
"No! Frank! No! Please!" cried Mrs. Pillowinger.
"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Pillowinger. "Why can't I have some? They look delicious!"
"They are delicious!" said Ruby.
"Just trust us!" said Mallory.
"Trust you!?" said Mrs. Pillowinger. "And who are you? Just two little girls bringing possibly poison pastries to our innocent home."
"Oh, Maggie, they're just sweet little girls. They aren't trying to hurt us."
"Of course not!" said Mallory.
"If you don't trust us, we'll just go on to the next house." said Ruby.
"Be my guest." Said Mrs. Pillowinger. "Go on, get out of here with your 'donut.'" "Wait!" said Mr. Pillowinger. "I'd like to try one!"
"No!" Said Mrs. Pillowinger firmly. "They haven't been approved by the government yet. How do you know they don't cause cancer?"
"You think everything causes cancer." grumbled Mr. Pillowinger as he turned around and walked back into the house.
Mrs. Pillowinger glared at him as he left. Then she turned back to the girls and said, "Go peddle your poisonous pastries elsewhere." And with that she slammed the door.
"Well!" said Mallory.
"I never!" said Ruby.
"How about we go to the Johnson house next?" said Mallory, as they walked down the sidewalk.
"But they're the richest people in town!" said Ruby.
"Right!" said Mallory. "They can..." but she never got to finish her sentence. Why? Because just then they heard "Ca-caw! Ca-Caw!" coming from a window on the side of the Pillowinger house. They looked over, and saw Mr. Pillowinger trying to sneak out the window. But he got stuck. So now he was trying to get their attention by pretending to be a parrot. He kept saying "Ca-Caw! Ca-Caw!"
"What are you doing?" Asked Ruby.
"Shhhh!" hissed Mr. Pillowinger. "I just want to get a bite of that donut thing you've got there. It looks so delicious."
Ruby pulled off a chunk of the donut. It had a lot of chocolate frosting on it. She gave it to Mr. Pillowinger.
He stuffed it in his mouth. "Kanks!" he cried. "Dat's welly gud." he said with his mouth full. The girls smiled at him, and left him there, halfway out the window, with a great big glob of donut in his mouth. As they turned the corner they heard Mrs. Pillowinger screech. "FRANK"
"Poor Mr. Pillowinger." said Ruby.
"Well, at least he got to try a donut." Said Mallory. "So, lets go see the Johnsons."
The Johnsons had two kids. They had a 12 year old girl and a six year old boy. The girl was named Violet. And her brother's name was Michael.
"Can I try some?" asked Mr. Pillowinger.
"No! Frank! No! Please!" cried Mrs. Pillowinger.
"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Pillowinger. "Why can't I have some? They look delicious!"
"They are delicious!" said Ruby.
"Just trust us!" said Mallory.
"Trust you!?" said Mrs. Pillowinger. "And who are you? Just two little girls bringing possibly poison pastries to our innocent home."
"Oh, Maggie, they're just sweet little girls. They aren't trying to hurt us."
"Of course not!" said Mallory.
"If you don't trust us, we'll just go on to the next house." said Ruby.
"Be my guest." Said Mrs. Pillowinger. "Go on, get out of here with your 'donut.'" "Wait!" said Mr. Pillowinger. "I'd like to try one!"
"No!" Said Mrs. Pillowinger firmly. "They haven't been approved by the government yet. How do you know they don't cause cancer?"
"You think everything causes cancer." grumbled Mr. Pillowinger as he turned around and walked back into the house.
Mrs. Pillowinger glared at him as he left. Then she turned back to the girls and said, "Go peddle your poisonous pastries elsewhere." And with that she slammed the door.
"Well!" said Mallory.
"I never!" said Ruby.
"How about we go to the Johnson house next?" said Mallory, as they walked down the sidewalk.
"But they're the richest people in town!" said Ruby.
"Right!" said Mallory. "They can..." but she never got to finish her sentence. Why? Because just then they heard "Ca-caw! Ca-Caw!" coming from a window on the side of the Pillowinger house. They looked over, and saw Mr. Pillowinger trying to sneak out the window. But he got stuck. So now he was trying to get their attention by pretending to be a parrot. He kept saying "Ca-Caw! Ca-Caw!"
"What are you doing?" Asked Ruby.
"Shhhh!" hissed Mr. Pillowinger. "I just want to get a bite of that donut thing you've got there. It looks so delicious."
Ruby pulled off a chunk of the donut. It had a lot of chocolate frosting on it. She gave it to Mr. Pillowinger.
He stuffed it in his mouth. "Kanks!" he cried. "Dat's welly gud." he said with his mouth full. The girls smiled at him, and left him there, halfway out the window, with a great big glob of donut in his mouth. As they turned the corner they heard Mrs. Pillowinger screech. "FRANK"
"Poor Mr. Pillowinger." said Ruby.
"Well, at least he got to try a donut." Said Mallory. "So, lets go see the Johnsons."
The Johnsons had two kids. They had a 12 year old girl and a six year old boy. The girl was named Violet. And her brother's name was Michael.
Ruby knocked on the Johnson door. Violet came to the door with headphones around her neck and was holding a small CD player.
"Hey, girlfriends."said Violet."What's up?"
"This!" said Ruby, holding up the donut. "We came to tell you-" but she never got to finish her sentence. Why? Because just then it started raining. But not the regular wet- watery-rain. It started raining DONUTS!!!!!!!!
"What the HECK!!!!!!!" screamed Violet.
Then Michael ran out the door, knocking Violet down.
He dived into a pile of jelly donuts, covering the girls with strawberry, grape, and raspberry jelly.
"Michael Raymond Percy Johnson!" cried Violet."What do you think you've done?!"
"I think I squirted you with jelly, Violet Faith Rose Johnson." replied Michael.
"You think mom'll have something to say about this?"
"Nooooooooooo!!!!" screamed Michael, running into the house.
"Tell Brittany to start up a warm bath for me!" cried Violet.
"The Harold's dog !!?"cried Michael.
"No,silly! The house keeper!"replied Violet.
Ruby looked at Mallory. Mallory looked at Ruby.
"Is that what happens in this house every day?" Ruby whispered to Mallory.
Mallory shrugged.
"I don't think the Johnson's are gonna be much help." she said.
"What should we do now?" asked Ruby.
"We should go tell everyone else in town." said Mallory.
"But how?" asked Ruby. "We can't just go by foot, door-to-door. We've had so much drama, and we've only told two houses."
"Technically, we've only explained it to one." said Mallory.
"Exactly! So, how are we going to hit every house in town without spending fifteen hours walking and talking?" asked Ruby.
"I know! We can hack my mom's Facebook account and post it online." suggested Mallory. And that's exactly what they did. And they got 608 likes. And everybody in town ran outside and grabbed as many donuts as they could. Except for the Pillowingers, courtesy of Mrs. Pillowinger.
THE END
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