Food Fright
That night she served us a home-cooked meal. “I made you a delicious garbanzo bean and raisin casserole,” said Gramma robotically. “Bon appétit.”
“Good, I’m starved,” said Grampa. “All that napping I did today really gave me an appetite.”
“Hmmm,” I said. “Garbanzo bean and raisin casserole. Maybe Gramma is back to her old self.”
Suddenly the casserole attacked Grampa, shooting out slimy tendrils of gravy and garbanzo bits! The goopy blob crawled right out of its dish!
“I always said your Gramma’s cooking would be the death of me,” yelled Grampa, “but this is ridiculous!”
Grampa jumped up and struck an impressive martial arts pose.
“All right, you dastardly dish!” yelled Grampa. “Now I’m gonna have to show you my Stinging Scorpion maneuver!”
Grampa let the casserole have it, but his hand just sliced right through the slime. Grampa’s skills had no effect!
And the same went for me. My Pulverizing Powerhouse kick didn’t even slow the beastie down.
Even Merle’s razor-sharp claws were useless.
We had to make a run for it. The killer casserole chased us right up the stairs.
“What should we do?” I asked.
“What we always do after one of your Gramma’s meals,” said Grampa. “Head straight for the bathroom!”
We barricaded ourselves in the bathroom.
“I’ve got an idea!” I said, opening the medicine cabinet. “What’s the one substance that can combat the effects of Gramma’s cooking?”
“Pepty Bizmo!” said Grampa. “Wiley, you’re a genius. Here’s the plan: I’ll let the casserole in, and you can douse it with the pink stuff while I run to safety.”
The casserole burst in and I poured the whole bottle of Pepty Bizmo on its pulsating head. It jiggled and shrieked, and then exploded.
“That cursed entre´e can never harm another child!” I yelled triumphantly.
“I apologize for the behavior of your dinner,” said Gramma. “I don’t know what happened. It was a new recipe.”
“Don’t sweat it, dear,” said Grampa. “It’s okay. But I think tomorrow night we’re ordering a pizza.”
We decided to spend the night out in my deluxe tree house.
“I don’t know,” said Grampa. “It looks like Gramma, sounds like Gramma, and cooks disgusting cuisine like Gramma, but it just isn’t Gramma.”
