DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Hardys.
Joe Hardy stared sullenly at the blank white ceiling. Life was boring now, with nothing to do. Nothing. He stared at the ceiling and observed a crack. It looked…pink? Why did the crack look pink? But it must have been his eyes, because above was the attic, anyway.
The roof wasn't broken…? Wasn't it? Shouldn't it be fixed?
Suddenly, he heard a scream!!!
"OH MY GOSH!!" shrieked Laura Hardy. "THE ROOF! THE ROOF! IT'S BROKEN!!"
Joe leaped up from bed and ran outside to where his mother was standing. The roof was broken, smashed in by something or someone. But he sighed. "We can get someone to fix it." he said. "Later. I'm just tired now."
Laura nodded. "I'll call your father later."
Joe went back to his bedroom, laid on his bed, and resumed his staring contest with the ceiling until he fell asleep…
Splat. Joe woke up. What was with this place? Then he thought "Frank must be playing a joke on me" so he got up but the room was empty. Frank wasn't in sight.
SPLAT! Sticky pink liquid ran down Joe's forehead. The ceiling was dripping pink syrup! And it was sweet? It was strawberry syrup. Dripping…from the ceiling…
Frank burst in. "JOE!" he yelled. "WHY ARE MASHED POTATOES ON MY PILLOW?! AND THE SOFA IS COVERED WITH MUSTARD!"
Joe looked at him. "What??" he said. "MY ceiling is dripping with syrup. Is this an idiotic joke?!"
Frank looked out the window. "Huh?" he said. "There's a French fry on our lawn. And it's big." Joe followed him to the window and peeked out.
Just then another fry plopped down onto the grass.
Joe yelled and dashed down the steps to the front of the house. "What's happening?!" Frank joined him.
Fenton Hardy stepped out of the house and said, "Boys, let's get into the car. Now." They hopped into the Sedan and started backing up out of the driveway. They had only reached the corner when a hamburger dropped down right in front of them.
Hamburger. A huge hamburger. Almost six feet tall and twelve feet wide, with globs of mustard the size of watermelons dripping down the sides.
Frank opened the car door. "We're trapped!" But Joe looked at the giant hamburger, ran straight towards it, and dove in. "YES!" he said. "IT'S REAL HAMBURGER!"
And then somebody drove up in sunglasses and a black suit. "Today," he said, "we have found a way to solve world hunger. No longer shall people go hungry, no longer shall anybody not be fed! I am glad to help all you Africans…"
"WHAT?" screeched Joe. "AFRICANS? You're on the wrong continent."
The sunglasses guy grimaced.
"Yes, I was going to get to that point. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the free food!" He ran to his limo and tried to drive away, but then something huge blocked his path.
A French fry.
A/N: Seriously, this is my first story. I'm not up to writing anything other than this stuff…call it idiotic, but geez, it'd be more if I tried to hold a serious storyline. Enjoy.