David, age 11
PLACE: The Evil Macaroni Monsters' Hideout
BAD GUY: The Evil King of the Macaroni
DATE: None (this guy is so ugly he hasn't had one in over a millenium)
EXTRA INFO: The Macaroni Monsters are from the planet Macaron. Without macaroni to eat, they will not survive. They look like pieces of spiral macaroni.
"We are running low on macaroni!" yelled the Evil King of the Macaroni.
"Yeah, and we don't have much food either," said his dim-witted assistant, Mr. Noodle. The Evil King of the Macaroni picked up his noodle-shaped scepter and hit Mr. Noodle over the head with it.
"OWW!" said Mr. Noodle.
"Your Highness!" yelled one of the Macaroni Monsters.
"How many times must I tell you?" asked the Evil King of the Macaroni. "Just call me Bob!"
"Whatever you say, Your High- I mean, Bob," said the Macaroni Monster.
"So what do you want?" asked the Evil King of the Macaroni.
"We have discovered a new planet with both intelligent life AND macaroni!"
"Then what are we standing around here for? What's this planet called?"
"Earth."
We find our hero outside the White House talking to the Evil King of the Macaroni, and wearing a lot of bandages. "Don't take the macaroni!" yelled the Swiss Avenger. THE SWISS AVENGER saves the day again! "Hey! You in the cheese suit! You're under arrest for trespassing on government grounds!" THE END!
"Perhaps we should do what the noodle says," said the Vice President.
"No, Mr. President! Don't do it! If you give them the macaroni, then people everywhere will be denied the wonderful taste of noodles and cheese sauce! Besides, we don't really NEED Oklahoma anyway."
"Hey, Boss," said the V.P., "who's the guy in the cheese suit?"
"I'm...
THE SWISS AVENGER!"
"I'M calling Security!" said the President.
"Why not?" yelled the Evil King of the Macaroni.
"Because my Grandma's recipe is better! Here!" yelled the Swiss Avenger, as he handed the Evil King of the Macaroni a piece of paper.
"Thanks!" yelled the Evil King of the Macaroni.
"But there's just one more thing!" yelled the Swiss Avenger.
"What?" yelled the Evil King of the Macaroni.
"Why are we yelling?" yelled the Swiss Avenger.
"Beats me!" yelled the Evil King of the Macaroni.
"I'm no trespasser! I'm... THE SWISS AVENGER!"
"NO, you're dead meat!"