"Yes, Yes, almost there!" I.M. Demeted was jumping up and down
with joy and eating a pickle as he added the final ingredient to
his growth formula.
"Finally," he thought, "Finally I can be the tallest and oldest
basketball player ever."
Five years ago, I.M. Demented had tried to grow to be 60 feet
tall so he could join the Toronto Raptors and set a new world record for
height. But accidentally he had spilled his formula on three
pickles. They had grown and taken over Toronto.
"I will not let that happen again," he said to himself.
Just then his dog, Spot bounded in.
"No Spot, No!" screamed I.M. Demented.
Spot jumped on I.M. Demented, sending the pickles that he
was eating flying through the air. They landed with a splash
in the growth formula.
"Nooo," wailed I.M. Demented, as the pickles started to grow.
In the apartment above I.M. Demented's, 15 year old Jackie
and her friend, Sabrina, felt the ground start to shake.
"Do you it's I.M. Demented again?" asked Sabrina.
"No, it couldn't be," replied Jackie, "He got put in the looney
bin, and he is actully normal, now."
"Amazing," replied Sabrina.
"Did you feel all that rumbling?" asked Jackie's 12 year old
brother, Jim.
" Yes, we felt it," replied Jackie.
Just then, Sabrina's sister, Beth and her friend Fiona
walked in.
As they walked through the door, Beth started to say something,
but then...
Crack!! Everyone screamed in horror as two giant, green pickles
rose up through the floor.
"Not again," cried Sabrina.
"Let me out of here," screamed Fiona.
They all ran down the stairs and out of the building just in
time to see the pickles run off down the highway 401, destroying
everything in their path.
A few hours later, the pickles hadgrown to be the size of the
C.N. Tower. They had already eaten most of the houses in Toronto,
and now they were munching the Sky Dome.
The airport was full of people trying to escape the horrid wrath
of the pickles. People in other countries were using telescopes
to try to catch a glimpse of the pickles. Newspapers everywhere were
filled with news about the pickles.
Toronto was in total chaos. People who couldn't get out by plane
tried to drive out, but all of the highways were backed up. Most
people were stuck in Toronto.
A few days later, the army declared war on the pickles. Soldiers
from everywhere were sent in to do battle.
They fought day and night for a week. Finally they decided
that the pickles were too strong for them.
Meanwhile, back in his laboratory, I.M. Demented was praying that
he wouldn't be suspected of making the pickles grow.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door.
"Oh no," he thought "not the people from the looney bin."
He heard the banging again, only this time, louder.
With a thump, the door flew open. Two people grabbed I.M. Demented
and dragged him back to the looney bin.
Meanwhile, the pickles had just finished eating the parliament
buildings.
"Ouch," said one of the pickles. He had a brick stuck between his
teeth.
Then they saw the C.N. tower. The both thought that it would make
a great toothpick.
One if the pickles pulled it out of the ground and started to pick
his teeth with it.
Everyone in Toronto gasped in horror as thousands of bricks flew
down to the ground from the pickle's mouth.
Suddenly the pickle started to choke. With a giant cough, it fell to
the ground and died.
The other pickle wanted to use the C.N. tower as a toothpick, too.
He walked over to thhe dead pickle and pulled the C.N. tower from his throat.
He started to pick his teeth.
While he was doing so, he decided to take a walk. He was bored, so
he shut his eyes and walked foreward.
Splash! The pickle got its foot stuck in Nigara Falls. He fell to the
ground and started to choke.
It soon died, as well.
A few days later, the pickles started to rot. In a week, they had
composted down to nothing.
And in the looney bin, I.M. Demented was happy that the pickles were
finally gone forever.