Issue #2- "Hungry, Hungry, Phil"

Since my first story did so well, I guess I'm back by popular demand. It makes me feel all good inside to see people actually enjoying my writing. Anyway, enough with the chit-chat, it's time to get to the sequel that you've all been waiting for. Here's "Hungry, Hungry, Phil", the 2nd issue of the "Misadventures of Phil and Keely."

Hungry, Hungry, Phil

Chapter 1

It was a typical, Sunday night, in the Diffy household as the family prepared to gather together and enjoy a good, old, homemade dinner. Phil and Keely were up to their usual, after-school, studying as they debated over the solution to an algebraic equation. Lloyd Diffy was playing with Curtis out in the backyard and Pim was, well...she was doing nothing...as usual.

With only four words, Barbara Diffy was able to bring an entire household of busy people into the dining room.

"Come and get it!" she shouted, making sure that these magical words were heard all throughout the house.

A stampede of hungry people immediately rushed into the dining room to see what Barbara whipped up for dinner that night.

Phil and Keely were still debating over that algebraic equation on their way down to the dining room.

"...And that means that x has to equal seven," Phil concluded, after working out the problem several times.

"Why?" Keely asked.

"Y is equal to 14 because you see..."

"No," Keely interrupted, "I mean, why does x equal to seven?"

"It's really easy Keely," Phil explained. "It's nothing more than simple math. All you have to do is find the hypotenuse of the isosceles, right triangle, divide it by pi, convert the degree of the angle into a decimal and plug it into the Pythagorean Theorem to find the value for x."

"Yeah...I was kinda thinking the same thing too." Keely replied, having not understood a single thing that he just said. "I think it's a perfect time for a little grub to get our brains going."

They were the last to reach the dinner table, which included a smorgasbord of food that, literally, made Phil's mouth begin to drool.

"Meatloaf, macaroni, mashed potatoes, corn, honey biscuits...," Phil murmured, as he drifted toward the table.

"Yup, that's right, honey," Barbara said. "I fixed all of your favorites."

A few servings later, everyone was finished eating, except Phil, who couldn't seem to get enough of the taste-tantalizing treats.

"Phil," Keely commented, "I noticed your appetite has really, really, increased lately. Are you okay?"

"Don't worry about Phil, Keely," Lloyd casually commented. "It's normal for a growing, teenage boy his age to acquire an increased appetite. It's nothing to be worried about. Am I right, son?"

"Absolutely," Phil blurted out, dropping his fork onto the table, signifying that he was finally done.

"I guess you're right, Mr. Diffy. I suppose it's just a phase that every boy goes through as a teenager," Keely agreed.

"Oh, look at the time," she pointed out. "It's already 8:00. Time flies when you're, uh...watching a guy consume eight servings of food."

"Nine servings, Keel," Phil corrected her, with a toothpick in his mouth "It was nine servings."

"Whatever," she said. "Anyway, I think I'll be on my way. Thanks for dinner, Mrs. Diffy. See you tomorrow, Phil."

Phil went to sleep that night with a full stomach, which usually leads to a very comfortable night's sleep. Late into the night, everyone else was knocked out too, resting up for another busy day.

Meanwhile, a body was quietly moving throughout the house, without anyone knowing it. An unknown, shadowy figure tip-toed down the hallway and snuck into the kitchen, while creating an excessive amount of noise, from knocking down pots and pans.

Early the next morning, the Diffy family walked into the kitchen and surprisingly found Phil, face-down in a pan of leftover meatloaf. Phil soon woke up too, surprised himself, to find meatloaf scattered all over his face. This left a confused and puzzled look on his face which he really had no explanation for.

"Okay...now it's something to be worried about..."