Has anyone ever read "Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs"? I love it! It's about this little...well, I'll ultra-condense it.

(A grandpa, who is apparently on drugs, tell his grandkids a a story about Chewandswallow, a made-up town.)

CITIZENS OF CHEWANDSWALLOW: Oh, look, it's raining orange juice and toast again. How typical.

OTHER CITIZENS: My goodness! We're getting terrible storms of giant food! We're only supposed to have regular weather of regular-sized food!

READER: That picture is funny. The lady has a pickle falling through her roof. The man has a giant macaroni tube on his head. Hee hee hee!

SOME MORE CITIZENS: Let's make giant-stale-bread-slices-boats and sail away to America!

SOME OTHER CITIZENS: OK!

(They do.)

FORMER CHEWANDSWALLOW CITIZENS: Oh! Look, they store their food on shelves. My, my, my! It rains rain! How strange! Let's never tell anyone our story.

GRANDPA: The end.

KIDS: Now we have that burned in our memories forever, so every single weather occurence will remind us of food. Thanks a lot, Grandpa.

READER: This is SUCH A COOL BOOK! I have GOT TO GET IT!

(Reader finally goes to bookstore and FORGETS UNTIL HE IS AT HOME.)

READER: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Morris Cecil "But I DID remember to buy 'Caps For Sale' and 'Dave Barry's Only Travel Guide You'll Ever Need'" Glalet, Th.D.
Thu 4 Nov A.D. 1999