The Horrible Pizza/Demons

Hey grownups, Lee here. Welcome back to Season 8 and another brand new episode. Before we start, I'd like to take just a minute here to ask for your help with finishing our season. We want to be honest with our listeners that it is a really challenging time right now for educational media providers, including kids and family podcasts like Story Pirates. Unless we're able to raise more funds, this season could unfortunately be a short one. We've already received so many responses from all of you about this, so thank you so much to everybody that has already donated and reached out. It means so much. But if you haven't had a chance to help yet, we're still offering for the first time personalized videos from us to you. That's right, for your tax deductible donation, we'll send you your kids, whoever in your life you think will appreciate it, probably your kids. Let's be honest, a personalized video saying hello, happy birthday, Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, whatever you like. 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First, I dunk my head into this giant bucket of ice water. That's good. Next, I put on my emergency referee jersey that I secretly wear under my clothes at all times. Then I check my calendar. It's National Referee Day already? If I forgot, I suppose it's too much to expect that the rest of the Story Pirates remember. Yeah, maybe it's for the best. It's hard for them to understand that a homogenly old introvert like me only wants a very certain kind and amount of attention. It's okay, they forgot. Smitty, don't you dare think that we forgot that today's National Referee Day. Story Pirates? Get ready for the most smittiest referee day ever devised. Oh, I don't know, I'm not sure. We get you? Think again, smit word, Jason Mininson. That is not my name. Each of us has devised a different style of competition and only the highest caliber referee. One who's not afraid to dish out harsh but fair judgements is suited for the job. What do you say, smitty? Rachel, why are you getting down on one knee? What's in the little box? A diamond whistle? Smitty, will you be our referee? Let me get this straight. You want me to come out of my room. In the whole day judging you and your ridiculous games just to come back here and be alone again? Smitty, that's exactly what we're saying. This is the most thoughtful present I've ever received. Yeah! That's a two minute penalty for excess celebration. Oh, he's good. It just filled me up with joy. My mom loves the jokes. Oh, how about the wheels on the bus on, but like a different way and then he started making the day in front? I definitely think I can be more creative now. I'm the champion! The Story Pyrids. Alright everybody, welcome back to the Story Pyrids podcast. We take stories written by kids and turn them into sketch comedy. And sauce. Eric, that's a two minute penalty for interrupting the ref. Butch. That's another two for the lay of game. Okay, I became a just... Two more for arguing with the ref. Arguing? Ah, I'm supposed to be in my conduct. Butch! I can do this all day, Eric. Is that what you want? No. Now into the box and we'll see you in eight minutes. Fine. Wow, he is harsh but fair. Now we wait for Eric. Why don't we listen to a story? Yeah! What was that a penalty for? Nothing. I just really like this whistle. And here to introduce their story is the author. Hi, I'm Hailey and I'm Seven Hissle. And I'm Kia, and I'm nine Missles. We're from California. This is our story, the horrible pizza. Order up. He is your pizza fresh out of the oven. It smells delicious. Oh, wow. This is the best pizza I've ever had. Ah, grudsy, grudsy. I'm sure people have always told you how great your food is. Well. And your restaurant's always been super popular. Well. And I bet you've never served a horrible pizza. You're wrong! Ha! Excuse me. The truth is I did serve horrible pizza all those many years ago. Is this a black bag? Yes. And what did I get you two siblings here at my Italian restaurant in the past? Well, I know what my brother Kiaan here wants. And I know what my sister Hailey wants. And what is that? One large pizza. Two pizza. Two pizzas? Are you okay? You look like we just asked you for something you can't deliver. Oh, it's fine. I definitely have pizza and it's great. You wait right here. And I'll be back with a very good pizza coming right up. One large pizza. If you need anything, just call my name, the manager. That's your name? My name? The manager. That's your name? See, Buon Appetito. Hey, Keon, who's gonna dig into that large pizza first? Same time. One, two, three, jump! Manager! Manager! Why are you getting on the table? Is this about the pizza? Yes, why is it so bad? I know it would be bad. Who made this? My two worthless chefs. If they're worthless, why did you hire them? Well, it all happened even further in the past. Is this a double flashback? Yes! Here I am, the manager. Outside my brand new restaurant, even further in the past. I feel so young. Anyway, before I can open, I need a couple of chefs. Where am I gonna find them? And then I said if I was any more tired, I'd be a semi-drunk. Oh, man, I'm telling you, you gotta try stand up. You don't run the people. Us? You're perfect for the job. Report to my kitchen to be chefs in five seconds. See you inside. Hmm, when do you think this guy will realize we're not actually chefs? Probably at some point in the future. Wow, are we flashing forward? Yes! Whoa, so manager, you're telling us that in the past, you just hired two random people off the street to be your chefs? That is what I'm telling you. And those are the chefs that made this horrible pizza? Yes! Did they even go to culinary school? Hmm, I'm not actually sure. Hey chefs, get out here! Here we are, boss. What's up, manager? Did you two go to culinary school? We did not. I am actually a financial advisor. An idol in tile mosaics. But why did you stay at my restaurant so long? I am a people, please. You are a dental envision, you know? You two are fired. No scram. Thanks for the opportunity. Frankly, this is a relief. Have a good life. Bye. Problem solved. But now you have no chef. Oh, mama Mia. Now I must hire a better chef. Did someone say a better chef? Oh, I'm a serious man standing in my doorway. Hello, my guy. I'm Bob, a chef. Other people that give me great ratings. But other people can't afford me. Can you make a good pizza? A good pizza, huh? Give me a two and a half minute montage and I'll show you the perfect pizza. So perfect, they'll talk about it in the future. Whoa, are we flashing forward? Yes. So that's how you ended up with such good pizza? You hired Bob and it was all smooth sailing after that? Not quite. You interrupted the flashback before it was finished. Oh, sorry. Back to the flashbacks. All right, Bob. Now, when you say montage, what do you mean? It's more of a numanic device we're taught in the most prestigious of culinary institutions. See, it's passed down from chef to chef. This tune, it echoes in the hollowed halls of Hought, cuisine. Less wows, sir la bus. I'm not following. And on glass, the wheels on the bus. You put the dough on the baking sheet. Baking sheet. Baking sheet, you put the dough. On the baking sheet to make your pizza right now. On the verse two of 30. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. The wheels on the bus. Was Bob for real? I was worried I picked the wrong chef again. But then I saw a master at work, crafting the most perfect pizza to that ponderous song. I remember it like it was yesterday. And that's how yummy a pizza. Oh, verse 30. Concluded. Bravo. I mean, wow. Did you choreograph that yourself? Nope. Improvized. I'll of it. You're hired for sure. But, do you like the pizza? Between you and me, I can't tell a good pizza from a hole in the ground. But, I have a feeling people in the future will say this was a good change. That was a good change. I know. And does Bob still work here today? I made the pizza you're eating, my guy. Bob. And did Keon and Haley ever come back to your restaurant after the horrible pizza? We did. We're regulars now. Thanks, Bob. No problem. Wow. My dream has really come true. And I hope we'll be here for at least a few hundred more years. Wow. Are we flashing forward a few hundred years? Yes. Hello. Oh, Bob. Are you there? It's so rusty and dirty in this empty restaurant a few hundred years in the future. I'm here, old manager. Don't trip on my very, very long white beard. Don't trip on my very, very long white beard. You know what? Why? We were very good at our jobs. And now look at us. Where did it all go wrong? You don't remember. It all happened on that one day. Somewhere between the past and the future. Please, no. I'm too old for more flashbacks. Too late. It's happening. That was a weird flash forward. It was. Sorry about all the flashbacks. I never asked your name. My name? It's some pizza critic. And I do declare that this is the best pizza I ever... Is something wrong? It seems to be something in this bite of pizza. What is this? An incredibly long beard hair? Bob, did you bring that beard hair back with you from the flash forward? Whoops. Sorry, my guy. This restaurant is shut down. No! And! And now Lee speaks with the author. Hi! Hi! Hi! This is the Lee Overtrees. I'm like, oh my gosh. How are you guys doing? Good. Which one of you is Keon? Me. And I'm Haley. So you two wrote the horrible pizza? Yeah. Can you tell me how you came up with the idea for that? We went to New York and we had the best pizza. And we wondered how we got it. And we made this funny version of the opposite. Wait, I have to ask, where was the place in New York that you got such good pizza? So it was like right when we got to New York. It was like one o'clock in the morning. I was so tired. So we had to get somewhere open. And I'm like, no place would work open. Except this place called Little Italy Pizza. So we decided to work from there. Yeah, it was really close to our hotel. And actually it was very good. And our mom said, oh, there's going to be way better pizza on this trip. Don't get so like onto it. But that was actually the best pizza of this trip. That's amazing. The best pizza you had in New York was at 1 a.m. from just like a random place. Yeah. The thing I just love about your story is that you have all of these different narrative devices. You have a flashback in the story. You have a montage in the story. And you even have a flash forward in the story. Can you talk about why you included all of those techniques in your story? Well, I thought like why we added that. Like maybe like there's more interesting parts at the end of that like flash forward or flashback. Like that you the rear needs to know before like, oh, like what's happening? What what what is happening right now? Like how does this come to be? I think I know what you mean. Like you need to learn more about what happened in the past in order to appreciate what's going on in the present. And at the same time, if you don't know how the story ends, maybe even hundreds of years from now, like then it's not as meaningful either. Yeah. I have to ask in your story, the pizza making montage is to the tune of the wheels on the bus. Yes. Is that something when you were writing the story? Did you sing that out loud to each other? Yeah. Like when we got back, I was like, oh, how do we send the send and then then. And then I was like, oh, should we sing like a like a, oh, how about like the wheels on the bus on, but like a different way? And then he started raising it in prof. Could you sing some of it for me right now just so I can get a flavor for it? Okay. So this is how you make it pizza. Do you wish it? Do you wish it? Do you wish it? This is how you make a pizza. That's do you wish it? Who make it nice and nice? First one. First one. First one. First one. First one. First one. First one. First one. First one. Now put it on the piece. But only if your customer asks. Now put it on the oven. Oh, then put it in the oven. Make it nice and nice. That was incredible. Wow. That was amazing. And I'm sure the rest of your family really appreciate it when you sing that over and over and over and over and over. Yeah. They think it's the arcade. Oh, really? I wouldn't have guessed. All right. Thanks, Haley. Thanks, Keon. Thank you. Bye. Bye. Bye. Wow. I know what I'm doing. I know what I'm doing. See, see, see. While we all agreed that the story was indeed great, story time is over. It's game time. Yay! Yay! Yay! To tell us about the first competition, here is Lee. Thank you, Smitty. Rachel and I have created a game called Keifer Hold Up. The rules are simple. Pick up and hold as many bottles of Keifer as you possibly can without dropping any while the other person tries to distract you. And we're not allowed to smile because we know how you feel about funny business, Smitty. Very good. I see you each have a giant palette of Keifer bottles standing by. Yes, they each have 144 bottles on them. That's a gross of Keifer. Gross. Of Keifer. Yes. All right, Lee, you're up first. Ready? Set. Lift. Hey, Lee. Nice try, Rachel, but there's nothing you can do to distract me. Keifer's bad. What? And Lee has smashed every single one of his Keifer bottles. My Keifer. My sweet Keifer. Rachel, it's your turn. Let's do this. Ready. Set. Lift. Huh, Rachel, there's no way that. What? She just lifted the entire palette over her head with one hand. Rachel wins. How? Oh, did I not mention that I competed for the U.S. Olympic Weightlifting Team in 2001? No. I did not get those Olympics in 2000. That was a major factor in why I didn't medal. Anthacompetst numeral dos. Niminy. Sminy, Peter and I have agreed to do a game called Food Math. Food Math. Peter, you agreed to a math competition against Niminy? I stopped listening after I heard the word food. What are we doing? Sminy will challenge us to a super complicated math problem based on all the food in the pantry. Does this answer correct answer first? Wins. Ah, again, all I heard was food. Okay, I'll open the pantry here. Let me see. Mm-hmm. Got it. Here's the question. We have 64 Limes and 80 Eggs. If you made as many 9-inch diameter key line pies as possible, each with 5 Eggs and 4 Limes, what would the cumulative circumference is divided by the total diameter B? Oh, that's easy. First I'll calculate this. Peter, he's eating all the wrong ingredients. Oh, Peter, Peter, I'm so sorry. This isn't an eating competition. It's a math competition. Peter, you buzzed in first. What is the answer? Oh, hi. No, Peter. The question was... That is correct. What? circumference divided by diameter does equal the number pi. I...oh, wow. Peter, how did you know that? I know everything about pi and eminy. Everything. Sorry. Did the competition start? I don't know what's happening. All right. Next competition. That's half time. But can't we just do one more before? That's two minutes for the lay of game. Well, I can't say I wasn't warned. How fun. We'll be right back after a few words for the grown-ups. Welcome back. Here is the final competition of the day. Megan versus Eric. Megan. Thank you, Smithward. Again, that is not my name. Now that Eric and I are both out of that penalty box... Which was way too small, by the way, Smithy. Careful, Eric. I won't hesitate to send you a right back. Fine. We are ready to compete. Our game is called Dramatic Reading. The rules are as follows. We will each provide the other with a text to perform... Whoever performs their text more dramatically... Wings. Eric, do you think you can be more dramatic than Megan? Oh, Rachel. I've explored depths far deeper than the ocean. Wow. I... just got chills. That's what Orson Well said to me on the set of Touch of Evil... When I accidentally locked us in his walk in freezer. Enough of that. All right. Present your texts. Here you are, Megan. Your text is hamlet by William Shakespeare. You think performing one of the greatest dramatic works in history will be difficult for... Me? A classically trained actress? Only if you overact it. Overact? Who? Me? Megan, here is the script. I need it not, Smithy. For I hold the barge every word, right here in my heart. Okay, then. Ready? Set? Resight. Oh, tell you what I want. What I really, really want. So tell me what you want. What you really, really want. I'll tell you what I want. What I really, really want. I wanna. I wanna. I wanna. I wanna. I wanna. I wanna. Really, really, really. I wanna sick of sick. Ah! I'm seeing. Bro! That was hamlet. Act three. Scene one. Okay, now it's Eric's turn. Here is your text, Eric. What is this? It's my personal to-do list. Good luck. All right. Eric, ready? Set? Resight. Megan's diary. November 20th, 2019. 2019? You know what, my mistake. I gave you the wrong page. Sorry, Megan, but the clock has already begun. Oh, boy. Day 1462 and still no progress on project gets this wig of my head that I accidentally glued on with an industrial strength adhesive. Oh, that's quite enough, I think. Megan, step back. I'm warning you. Ref, she's in Frenching on my time. I'm taking care of it. Doesn't seem like you are. Are you telling me how to officiate this game? Maybe I am. Maybe you don't know what you're doing. That's it. You're out of here. What kind of call was that? Get your head in the game, Ralph. Oh, now you're telling me what to do? You're out of here. I'm yelling at you too, Smitty. I'm yelling too. You're out of here. And you're out of here. And you, and you, and you. You're out of here. Fine, we're leaving. And we're outraged. You are a harsh Smitty, but dog-gunnit if you ain't fair. We might not like it, but we respect it. We're all leaving now because you've ejected us, and we follow the rules. So goodbye, Smitty, and don't expect to see us for the rest of the day. And I'm leaving this colorful box right here. I said you're out of here. Wow. Duh. Bunch of animals. Hey. You forgot your colorful box. It's. Hey. Wait. A cake. And it says Happy Referee Day to Smitty. Enjoy your alone time cake. Winkyface. Storey pirates. I guess you do. I guess you do get me after all. Mmm, pistachio. Only one thing left to do. Sit back, relax and enjoy one more story from a kid. Is the author to introduce it. Hi, my name's Aira. I'm eight years old and I live in Missouri. This is my story demons. Mom, where's my suitcase? In the hall closet, Lilith. Mom, where's my tablet charger? In the den, busy. Mom, have you seen my vacation chapstick? In the left pocket of your windbreaker in the hall closet. There it is. Amy, you're the only one who hasn't asked me for anything yet. I don't know what I'm missing since I've never been on vacation before. That's not true. We went to the beach last year. I was a chemistry camp. And the mountains, the year before that? I was sick and I had to stay with grandma. But surely you were with us on the river the year before that. Physics camp. But I think I have everything I need for our trip to the Grand Canyon. I checked off everything on the list mom made. But why do I need eight pairs of underwear for only going to be gone for three days? That's vacation math, honey. Just so you know, everyone in this family acts a little different on vacation. What do you mean? Oh, you'll see. Lilith, stop. You're scaring your little sister. Almost scared. Okay, everybody. Let's get to bed so we can wake up bright and early and hit the road for the Grand Canyon. Good night. Better get some rest while you can. Mom, how many pairs of socks do I need to bring for this three day trip? 11. We've been in the car forever. I know I'm never this guy, but are we there yet? No. BZ, why don't you entertain yourself like your sisters are doing? My tablet battery died. See if Lilith will share one of her headphones so you can sing along to insufferable emotional teen music with her. Blue rabbit lodge. I'm gonna leave four hours at the hard pass. Are we there yet? No. Why don't you do chemistry flashcards with Amy? I'm pulling elements at random and writing them down in my potion notebook so I can try them out in the lab back at school. Well, potion is kind of a joke. They're actually compounds. Not interested. Are we there yet? No. We're not there yet. And you asking me that is not going to get us there any faster? Ahhhhhhh. Okay fine, whatever. Lilith, what just happened to dad? He was driving and then all of a sudden he got really scary sounding and he got bigger, and he grew fangs, and flamethrowered out of his ears? Look at him. It's like. He turned into a demon. That's what I was trying to tell you earlier. On vacation, everyone in the family kind of turns into a demon. What? Why? I never really thought about it. Maybe because of the stress or something? Well, it happened to me? I don't know. But if I can give you one piece of advice, it would be... Oh horses! Look at the horses! Lilith focused! Sorry. Seeing horses is like the best part of any road trip. Who knows why? Okay, my advice is... Just roll with it. It usually only lasts for a few days. Okay, wow. Now there's cow! It's dead! Oh, I want to get a cow! Stop distracting your father. Wait, is everything okay back there? Amy, you look like you've seen a ghost. Not a ghost. A demon. And I'm going to figure out how to fix it with chemistry. Take one down, pass it around. 20 seconds. Keep it from the wall. Perceual and disaritating sound. Adding an alkaline to the compound might have the intended effect. Here we are. The Grand Canyon. Ooh, I want to take a picture! Let's go! Alright, everyone this needs to turn out well, so I can use it for our holiday cards. Okay, everyone say cheese! Cheese! Hmm, okay, be ze your eyes are closed. Let's take it again! Cheese! Ugh, that one was blurry. Let's do a silly one. No! You don't do a silly one. I'll treat you with the nice one. Stir all! Everybody knows that! No! Mom's a demon now too? More like, demon, am I right? Now everybody look like you love each other and say cheese! Cheese! Cheese! Got it. Finally, I ask you all to do one nice thing for me and it's like pulling cheese! Stay here. Your mother and I are going to get the parking passes. Ugh, I should have bought a house. Be ze, aren't family vacation supposed to be about fun and togetherness and making memories and... Sometimes turning into an evil parmenter because you're not sleeping in your own bed, you're walking like 10 miles a day in hotel smell weird. You got the parking passes. Let's go to the first overlook. Be ze did you go pi? I'm good mom. Are you sure? I'm not a toddler. I don't want to have to double back because you didn't go pi. You don't have to keep saying potty. I don't have to go pi, okay? Just leave me alone. Yeah! Dad, is this only sunscreen you brought? Yeah, why? It's not reef safe. And I took a pledge in after school environmental club that I'd only use reef safe sunscreen. Be ze, Lilith, you both turned into demons. Happens every vacation just like I said it would. Sorry Amy, maybe we should have warned you. We didn't want to scare you before your first vacation. Why does this happen to our family? To be clear, it's not just our family. Look at those guys over there. No! I said don't touch me, get a black card. It happens to a lot of families on vacation. But you're looking and acting like horrible scary demons. Don't you think you're being a tad bit dramatic? Could you move? You're in the way of my livestream? I curse you! Wait, I'm just gonna get you out of there! I like it but still... See? Maybe it's worse than we realized. I've been working on this potion in the car. And if my calculations are correct, it could turn you back into humans. Who wants to try it? I've got to do something. I love to be the one. You can't all take it. Why can't we all just each try a little? I mean, we're a family. In vacation is about doing things together. Yeah, we believe in you in your potion, Amy. Oh! Wow. I've never been more proud to be part of this family. Here goes nothing. Just roll. How do you feel? Fine. I mean, I don't feel less like a demon. Dad, you shrink back to regular size. Mom's boils are gone. Beesies, hooves are feet again. And Lilith's hair is no longer flames. I think my potion worked. Yay! Sort of. What? Beesie, you still have a tail. Oh, snap. I do. We just need more potion. But I use all the compounds in my chemistry kit. Oh, no, no, no. It's a good thing I use Mom's vacation math and brought three more kits. Yay! I'll make some more. Okay. It's ready. Here you go. Roll. How do you feel? I'm sorry, Amy. But I don't think it's working. Wait. It's working. We're not dealing anymore. Yay! And just in time, we have to hurry if we're going to make that geological talk Mom promised me she'd sign us up for. Oh. Amy, yeah, about that. Nobody else was really into that idea. So we're going to go on a helicopter tour instead. No, you promised I could learn more about the intermittent sediments from the Grand Canyon Super Glapes. Oh, dear. I think we're going to need more potion. The end. And when we come back, it's time for Story Love, where Peter and I read even more stories written by kids. We'll be right back after a few words for the grownups. Welcome back to Story Love, where we read stories written by kids that are sent into the story pirates. And we talk about them. And we love them. True. And we're inspired by them. And we ask questions if we have any. And sometimes we segue into completely unrelated conversations. Lay everything you just said is true. Ha ha ha ha. Okay, let's read our first story from Sophie, a 10-year-old in Massachusetts. Here is, I want to marry a dog. And there is a quick note before the story starts that says, while I don't truly want to marry a dog, the poem is inspired by my deep affection for my dog, Jasmine, a 16-month-old pomeranian who is nothing short of a cuddle. I'm going to marry a dog. I'm going to marry a dog. If she's pink or blue or yellow, I'm going to marry her. I'll fly her up to France and climb the Eiffel Tower and eat a bunch of cheesecake. I'm going to marry a dog. But wait, there's a problem. But wait, there's a problem. But wait, there's a problem. Aliens are attacking the earth. How will I marry a dog? I can shoot lasers at them. But the aliens have shields. What will I do? How will I marry a dog? I can ask them to stop. I can tell them to invade Mars instead. Bye-bye, humans. We are going to invade Mars. Set the aliens. I'm going to marry a dog. The end. This is so good. Lee, I love in this story. It starts clearly. It's set up as an ode to a dog. Yes, yes. A love letter, roses are red, violets are blue. Yes. Which you don't expect action to happen in the poem like that. We always talk about in story pirates when we're helping kids with their creative writing. We talk about creating obstacles to your goal because you don't want to just be able to marry a dog right away. That makes the story less interesting. But if there is a huge obstacle in the way of you marrying the dog, then now we're talking to a story here. This is a story. It sort of tricks me. If you hear a Shakespearean sonnet, Shakespeare will be like, let me compare you to a flower. He's describing a feeling or a person or a thing. He's not telling a story. Because this is in the form of one of those poems, suddenly aliens being there, jars us and we go, wait, wait. This is happening now? Right. Well, I like it as a very high stakes problem because it's like, I want these simple things in my life that are going to bring me joy. And then the world might end. Yeah. Right? Yeah. So I need to commit to the thing that I feel passionately about. Right. It's like rain on your wedding day. It's like a spoon. It's like a spoon. It's a lot like a spoon. It's a selfie. Amazing. Poem slash story. I hope one day we get to meet your pomeranian. Peter, would you read us the next story? Yes, please. This story comes to us from a six year old from Minnesota named Cedar. Great name. This story is called The Blinker Butt Horse. Once upon a time, there was a horse that had blinkers on its butt. Because he was the only horse around with blinkers on his butt, he felt a little sad because he was so different. Oh. Other horses and animals would ask him, why do you have blinkers on your butt? But he just didn't know. And he felt a little embarrassed. One day, he was galloping down the highway. And he noticed someone's car had broken down. He asked how he could help. The person said, I don't know. Can you fix my car? The horse did not know how to fix a car. And sadly said, I'm sorry. But I don't know if I can help you. Just then, he had an idea. Oh, I cannot fix your car. But I can give you a ride. The person thought for a second. But wait, can you go on the road? The horse made a big grin. And he said, check it out. I have blinkers on my butt. They both started laughing. And the person hopped on. The horse with the blinker butt started galloping down the highway. And the man made it to work on time. From then on, the horse loved his left and his... Blinker butt. The end. The horse loved his left and his blinker butt. Maybe his left and right blinkers on his butt? Honestly, yeah. But I also love the left. The blinker butt, is this just going left and right? Or is it also brake lights? I was only thinking left and right. But yeah. I think it's got to be brake lights too. I mean, because sometimes you can have a blinker that also does your brake light, right? No, because the brake lights are red. And blinkers, they have to be different colors. They're yellow. So they're on top of the brake light. Well, I guess we can just assume it's blinkers though. Yeah. I mean, maybe this horse should consider getting some brake light. You know what? I think this is... I think Cedar saw... There are horses with blinker butts. Yes. If you've been on this for a hundred and a nights. That's right. If you want to take it on a larger road, you legally have to have certain things. Right. And it's just that orange square. But maybe... So you saw this. So you saw the horse. A carriage too, right? Yes. Like the blinkers are going on the carriage, but it's horse powered. But maybe there's... When you don't take the carriage and you're just taking the horse on the highway, you got to throw the blinkers on there. Yeah. Or if I had a horse with a blinker butt. Yeah. And it's an incredible concept. Cedar, we love it. Great work, my friend. Mm-hmm. All right. Let's get on to our next story from a five-year-old in Texas named Marina. Here's ice cream gas. Woo! Good morning, Lily. Good morning, Tom. It's time to drive our car to the famous show. I hope we'll be on time for it. And I hope that our car doesn't run out of gas. Here we go. Room! It didn't actually go. It ran out of gas again. Oh, no. Mine is ran out of gas, too. I think we have an idea. Mine has enough gas to go to the gas station. Mine, too. Let's go. Room! We're here at the gas station. Let's fill up our car. Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug. Our cars are full of gas. Our cars are full of gas. Let's get back in. Okay. We turned our car on. And our car is ready to go. Wait. It didn't actually really go after we got a gas refill. Oh, no. Our cars are starting to freeze up. What's happening to our cars? Let's check the gas. I guess this door didn't freeze. I know because it's the hottest door in the car. Me, too. This one is, too. Woo! We got out of the car. Let's check our gas. Let's see. Oh, no. What happened to this gas? It has turned to ice cream. That's why our cars were frozen. Our cars were full of ice cream because the gas was ice cream. Nah. Oh, I noticed that the sign on all the gas stations said ice cream gas. No. Hoof. I guess we have to go to South of India to get the gas refill. Okay. Here we go on an airplane. Let's go. Wooosh. We're here at South of India. Oh, no. Look at this gas station sign. It says hot dog gas. No. I guess it's the end of the story. Okay. The end. So many great details in here. What is this world? What's happening in this world? I love that they're going to get gas. Oh, no, it's ice cream gas. Well, we need to go to the only other place we can think of that has gas, which is South of India. It's definitely a different country. Well, sure. You got to get on a plane. Can you travel with tubs of gasoline? I don't know, but it makes sense. Okay. Can we talk about the one hot door? Again, I think probably the passenger side door just from body heat. Sure. Well, here's what I think is that my interpretation is if you're a kid and you're spending a lot of time in a car on road trips, you know, grandma's house, your little sister's dance class, what have you? You're leaning against like one door all the time. And in the summer, like the sun can make a door really hot. And so you might assume, like, man, if the sun's on this side, I'm the one with the hot door all the time. Well, over there, they don't get the hot door because the sun's not obviously starting this is a fight about the air conditioning because someone's on the hot side and the person's comfortable. You got to go to South Vania and get new doors for your cars. Marina, incredible story. Thank you so, so much for sending in to them. All right. That's it for story love. If you want to read these stories, just head to storypires.com. And guess what? Growing up, you can find an even longer version of today's story love on YouTube. Growing up, story love isn't just the name of a segment on our show. It's also the name of our incredible corporate volunteer program. So to find out more about story love or our digital creative writing program, story quest, or our nonprofit story pirates, change makers, just check out the show notes for links. That's it for today's episode. Thank you so much to today's authors Ira Kian and Haley and a huge thanks to all of you for listening. And guess what? 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This episode features performances by Greg Barnett, Matt Cox, Christina Gross Beach, Gabby Hornig, Rachel Derobs, Amar, Peter McNerney, Alexander Nader, Josh Winasser, Megan O'Neill, Lee Overtree, Austin Sanders, Samantha Turret, Matt Simbrano, Rachel Winnitsky, and Nimini Ware. The way you make dough is you put different things in it. I'm pretty sure flowers. One of the things I don't know what else you would put in the dough. Butter maybe. So then you squish up the dough and you make it flat. You make it flat. You make it flat. Then you squish up the dough and you make it flat. You know what? I'm just going to the piece of shop.