In the dark of his lab, I.M. Demented was trying to make a formula to make him grow to 10 times his normal size so he could make the Toronto Raptors and be the world's oldest and tallest NBA player ever.
He reached for a pickle to eat as he dumped the final ingredient into his formula. It started to bubble over and I.M. Demented started jumping around. Then, suddenly, the pickle slipped out of his hand and landed with a splash in his growth formula. I.M. Demented let out a wail of horror as the pickle started to grow.
In the apartment above I.M. Demented's, Jackie looked out the window and sighed. "It's bad enough that we just moved here, but I can't believe that I have to baby sit Jim everyday," she thought.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Jackie went to answer it. Standing outside was a girl who looked about Jackie's age.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Sabrina, I live next door to you. I just moved in, and I wanted to meet my neighbours.
"Hi," said Jackie, "come in."
Jackie led Sabrina over to the couch. They sat down. Sabrina started to say something, but then Jackie's brother Jim ran in.
"Did you feel that rumbling?" he asked.
"No, I didn't," replied Jackie.
Suddenly the floor started to shake as a big green thing broke through the floor.
Jackie screamed as the thing bellowed "FEED ME!"
"It's a pickle!"exclaimed Jim.
The three of them ran for the door. They ran out of the apartment building and towards the mall.
Jackie burst into the mall and screamed, "I'm being chased by a giant pickle!"
Everyone in the mall started laughing, but then the celing started to crumble as the pickle walked over the mall.
Back in his lab, I.M. Demented was frantically trying to shrink the pickle.
He couldn't believe that he had made the pickle grow.
"Now," he said, "now I'll never make the Raptors. Not if I've destroyed the whole city. This is not fair. I'd better shrink it back down before everyone finds out I'm behind it.
Two days later, the city of Toronto was a disaster. People were frantic. The picles had eaten many of the buildings in Toronto. The Sky Dome was missing its roof, and part of the CN Tower had been eaten away.
All this time, I.M. Demented had been working on an antidote for the pickle problem. Unfortunately he had no success.
One hot humid day, a few weeks later the pickle had grown so tall that its head was up in the clouds.
That day there had been a smog advisory in the city of Toronto.
The pickle walked onto a smoggy part of the city and started coughing. It coughed and hacked until it finally fell into lake Ontario and died.
The people of Toronto were ecstatic. Lake Ontario smelled like pickles for a while, but the people didn't care.

***Note: I wrote this in 5th grade, therefore it isn't exactly a work of art.