Superhero Blues
Who Exploded the Cookie in the Cookie Jar and Gets the Blame?
Okay, so one reviewer suggested that I would continue the first chapter (Who Exploded the Cookie in the Cookie Jar?) because she really liked the first one. So here it is!
"Do you think I should fix that?" Wilbur asked, staring at the pile of cookie ashes. He could feel the hat coming from the ashes. "I can just buy some superglue…"
"I have a better idea." Kendra grinned, holding Wilbur's hand. "Let's time travel."
"Get the time machine?"
Kendra sighed. "No, we can do that without a machine. Now hold my hand."
Wilbur's sister breathed in and then out. She clutched Wilbur's hand. Wilbur blinked, and found that he was still there. "You didn't do anything."
"Yeah I did." Kendra pointed to another duplicate of herself talking to another clone of Wilbur. Wilbur found himself behind the pantry of the kitchen. "That's us five minutes ago."
"Look, you're zapping the cookie jar." Wilbur noticed the other Kendra throwing the jar in the air and then shouting out some words. "Aren't you going to stop yourself?"
"Hold on," Kendra sneaked up to the ceiling. The other Kendra and Wilbur did not see her because they looked at the jar. Kendra stretched her right arm toward the jar that was still hovering in the air by the laser beam. Kendra grabbed the fragile jar, but didn't realize how hot the beam was. The jar turned upside down in the air, then cracked on the floor, lid first.
"No!" Wilbur ran out of his hiding spot, carefully picking up the broken piece of hand-sculpted clay. "Oh well, at least it didn't end up to be a pile of ashes." The shards of pieces immediately turned to black ashes. That was the after affect of some of Kendra's powers. "No! Now I'm going to have to eat the cookies with ASHES on them!"
"Stop being over dramatic, Wil. Let's get out of here before anything else happens." Kendra grabbed Wilbur's hand and dragged him away from the ashes.
"Wait! I don't think we can go without a funeral!"
"That's what we get for being addicted to eating 150 calories!" Kendra made herself and Wilbur disappear, leaving the other Kendra and Wilbur dumbfounded. In an instant, they found themselves at the same place in their time period.
"Why are we here?" Wilbur asked.
"Don't you think it was a little pathetic to go through all that trouble just to get those cookies. I mean, they don't grow on trees!"
"Maybe they do…" Wilbur thought.
"Well, I'm tired of those cookies now." Kendra declared.
"I guess I am too." Wilbur added. "No funeral for the cookies?"
Kendra giggled. "No." She saw a pile of black stuff on the floor. "It looks like someone forgot to clean up."
"Nah, later." Wilbur suggested. He saw a box of graham crackers near the sink. "Graham crackers, Kennie?"
"Sure." Kendra grabbed the open box of crackers and gave one to Wilbur. Wilbur nibbled on them.
"Wow, these are good." Wilbur thought as he munched on the graham crackers. He never thought he would like crackers he thought tasted like cardboard. Kendra nodded in a agreement. Both stared at the box for a while.
Four graham crackers sat in the box. They looked like they were calling for them. Kendra grabbed two. Wilbur snagged the last two. In one corner of the box, Wilbur saw a small graham cracker hiding behind the white plastic. Kendra quickly grabbed it before Wilbur could.
"Hey, I saw it first!" Wilbur grabbed part of the cracker from Kendra.
"Finders keepers!" Kendra speeded out of the kitchen. Wilbur ran after her, but she was too fast.
Wilbur saw Kendra suddenly stop in front of Jasmine. Jasmine was wearing a bright orange plastic vest with lemon yellow stripes around it. Between her teeth, she held a stop sign. Jasmine gave a low growl.
"Hey, Jazz." Kendra smiled at her pet wolf. "Nice costume, but save that for Halloween."
Jasmine growled again. "What?! Mom hired you to do hall patrol?" Kendra could not believe what Jasmine told her. Kendra and Jasmine could understand each other because of their ability to talk to each other.
Jasmine murmured in her own wolf language Wilbur did not understand. "It's too dangerous if there wasn't one? What?" Kendra listened to Jasmine as she whimpered something else. "I was speeding more than twenty-five miles per hour? This is a house, Jazz, not a roadway."
Jasmine pulled out a note pad from her vest. Between her teeth, she dropped it to the floor and pulled out a blue pen in another pocket. She flipped the cap onto the floor and tried to write words on the note pad. They looked like the broken English alphabet. Jasmine pulled out an inkpad and stamped her paw on it. She then pressed it onto the paper, marking it to be her signature. Jasmine ripped the paper out and gave it to Kendra.
Jasmine howled something to Kendra. "What? I owe you thirty bucks because of that? Why me?"
Jasmine did not care to respond, and walked away with her tail wagging.
"Oh well, Kendra." Wilbur thought, looking at the piece of paper Kendra was given. "At least no one is blaming us for the mess in the kitchen."
Wilbur and Kendra heard Cornelius yell at them from the kitchen. "Ooh," Kendra thought as she heard her father yell even more. "Looks like that jar we broke was special to Dad."
"We? You mean you." Wilbur corrected Kendra. "You are going to get all the blame for destroying it to smithereens and for speeding."
"Well, you are going to get in trouble too for letting me do it!" Kendra retorted. Then she shrugged. "Oh well. There's still some graham crackers in the kitchen. Race you for it?"
"Sure, but under the speed limit."
Did you like it? Please tell me! Also, since some of you like this cookie jar idea, do you think there could be a possible part three to this?