Michael and the Land of cutlery
"Dinner time!" called Mum.
Michael rushed downstairs and grabbed a spoon. Staring at the spoon’s shining surface, Michael vaguely remembered his adventure with Pim-Pom the bossy spoon when he’d been captured by alien spacecraft. Suddenly, Michael realised one of his pieces of pasta was glowing. Radioactive pasta? Maybe I’ll get pasta powers, like spiderman got spider powers, he thought. As Michael bit into the soft pasta, there was a flash of light, and he felt himself being whisked upwards.
The first thing he saw was a important-looking fork standing on his chest.
“Me is Chief Forksikle,” announced the fork importantly. “You is comings with me.”
“Where am I?” stammered the bewilded boy, as he was marched along by an army of plastic forks.
The chief didn’t reply. Instead, he signalled for him to be quiet. Michael quickly became quiet, but he couldn’t push away all the thoughts popping up in his head. Where was he? Who was this chief forksickle? They walked on for what seemed hours, until they finally reached a room marked ‘Throne room’. The chief stopped, and clumsily bowed.
"Your forkishness, mays I shows you the Eartherling," he said announced.
Michael turned to look who the chief was talking to, and snorted at the sight. This weedy scrap of metal was the king?
“Do not underestimate his great forkiness,” whispered a fork, eyes wide. “For he is great importantness to fork-kind.”
“Thank you, chief, for bringing me this creature,” said the King, sharply turning to face Michael. “Now, we have discussing to do, earthling. We have brought you here to help us win a battle against the ruthless spoons,”
There was a murmuring of agreement among the crowd.
“All we need you to do is to detroy all of their castles,” he declared. “Then, you will be allowed back home. And, as a bonus, you will be granted access to forklope whenever you please,”
“Ok,” replied Michael, shrugging. “I’ll do it.”
There was a triumphant roar from the crowd.
“Good,” replied the king. “The great battle is tommorow. Get to sleep. You’ll need energy,”
The forks brought out a double bed, and exhausted, Michael collapsed asleep. Michael awoke to see a curious-looking fork staring at him.
“Um. Hi?” mumbled Michael.
The fork didn’t say anything, but hopped off. Michael decided that the fork wanted him to follow the it, so he followed the hopping fork obediently. Finally, it stopped. The fork muttered something quietly, and hopped back to where it came from.
Suddenly, Michael heard a ear-piercing shriek from somewhere far-off, and a torrent of angry-looking forks rushed past him, screaming
terrifying war cries. Michael dashed after them, trying to keep up. After a while of screaming, yelling and waving themselves about, they skidded to a halt.
“This is your part!” screamed a fork. “Crush the castles! Destroy the villages!” “Dinner time!” called Mum. Michael rushed downstairs and grabbed a spoon. Staring at the spoon’s shining surface, Michael vaguely remembered his adventure with Pim-Pom the bossy spoon when he’d been captured by alien spacecraft. Suddenly, Michael realised one of his pieces of pasta was glowing. Radioactive pasta? Maybe I’ll get pasta powers, like spiderman got spider powers, he thought. As Michael bit into the soft pasta, there was a flash of light, and he felt himself being whisked upwards.
The first thing he saw was a important-looking fork standing on his chest.
“Me is Chief Forksikle,” announced the fork importantly. “You is comings with me.”
“Where am I?” stammered the bewilded boy, as he was marched along by an army of plastic forks.
The chief didn’t reply. Instead, he signalled for him to be quiet. Michael quickly became quiet, but he couldn’t push away all the thoughts popping up in his head. Where was he? Who was this chief forksickle? They walked on for what seemed hours, until they finally reached a room marked ‘Throne room’. The chief stopped, and clumsily bowed.
"Your forkishness, mays I shows you the Eartherling," he said announced.
Michael turned to look who the chief was talking to, and snorted at the sight. This weedy scrap of metal was the king?
“Do not underestimate his great forkiness,” whispered a fork, eyes wide. “For he is great importantness to fork-kind.”
“Thank you, chief, for bringing me this creature,” said the King, sharply turning to face Michael. “Now, we have discussing to do, earthling. We have brought you here to help us win a battle against the ruthless spoons,”
There was a murmuring of agreement among the crowd.
“All we need you to do is to detroy all of their castles,” he declared. “Then, you will be allowed back home. And, as a bonus, you will be granted access to forklope whenever you please,”
“Ok,” replied Michael, shrugging. “I’ll do it.”
There was a triumphant roar from the crowd.
“Good,” replied the king. “The great battle is tommorow. Get to sleep. You’ll need energy,”
The forks brought out a double bed, and exhausted, Michael collapsed asleep. Michael awoke to see a curious-looking fork staring at him.
“Um. Hi?” mumbled Michael.
The fork didn’t say anything, but hopped off. Michael decided that the fork wanted him to follow the it, so he followed the hopping fork obediently. Finally, it stopped. The fork muttered something quietly, and hopped back to where it came from.
Suddenly, Michael heard a ear-piercing shriek from somewhere far-off, and a torrent of angry-looking forks rushed past him, screaming
terrifying war cries. Michael dashed after them, trying to keep up. After a while of screaming, yelling and waving themselves about, they skidded to a halt.
“This is your part!” screamed a fork. “Crush the castles! Destroy the villages!”
Michael stared at the spoons. They didn’t seem very cruel.
“Oi! You!” squeaked a voice.
Michael couldn’t believe his eyes. “Pim-Pom?”
“Hello, eartherling. An’ it’s not Pim-Pom. Do I look like a ball of fluff? I’m called Pim-Pom Pimbly Pom Pah PimPah PaPoohh Peeh Pom Pam Pimply Pom Primbly Pom Pang,” replied Pim-Pom crossly.
Michael turned back around to face the shouting forks. "Sorry, but I'm not going to destroy their castles,"
The forks gasped in shock, outraged. A particulary angry fork poked Michael in the shin.
“It seems pointless just having wars for no reason,” continued Michael. “So I am going to bring out a new piece of cutlery to unite you all. The knife,”
Michael stuffed his hand into his pocket and brought out a rusty metal knife. The forks and spoons grumbled a bit, but eventually agreed. Michael gently placed the knife on the lush grass, and imediatley it started wobbling around.
“Do you want to be friends?” it whined.
The forks and spoons were beffudled. They gawped a t it, amazed. Michael grinned. It had worked better than he thought.
“Well, see you later! I’ll just borrow this space shuttle!” he yelled as he found a small spaceship.
Before anyone could say anything, he leapt in and zoomed away, back to his home planet, Earth. to face the shouting forks. “Sorry, but I’m not going to destroy their castles,”
The forks gasped in shock, outraged. A particulary angry fork poked Michael in the shin.
“It seems pointless just having wars for no reason,” continued Michael. “So I am going to bring out a new piece of cutlery to unite you all. The knife,”
Michael stuffed his hand into his pocket and brought out a rusty metal knife. The forks and spoons grumbled a bit, but eventually agreed. Michael gently placed the knife on the lush grass, and imediatley it started wobbling around.
“Do you want to be friends?” it whined.
The forks and spoons were beffudled. They gawped at it, amazed. Michael grinned. It had worked better than he thought.
“Well, see you later! I’ll just borrow this space shuttle!” he yelled as he found a small spaceship.
Before anyone could say anything, he leapt in and zoomed away at the speed of light, back to his home planet, Earth.