Clem and Gemp’s Camp/Super Banana Man

Hey grownups, Lee here. Welcome back to episode 3 of season 8. Before we start, I'd like to take just a minute here before the episode starts to ask for your help with finishing the season. We want to be honest with our listeners that it is a really challenging time right now for educational media providers like the 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 you about this. Thank you so much to everyone who has already donated and reached out. It means so much to us. And if you haven't had a chance to help yet, there's still time. We're offering for the first time personalized videos from us to you. That's right. For your donation, we'll send you your kids, whoever in your life you think will appreciate it. Probably your kids. A personalized video saying hello. Happy birthday. Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, whatever you want. 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Okay, I spy with my little eye, something blue. The sky. No. The blue sky. No. The big blue sky. Peter, do you know how this game works? Huh? What game? Hmm. I see. I spy with my little eye, something blue. That's not safe to have up on the dashboard while I'm driving. Him and you got it. It is my shoes. Okay. Now get your feet down. You're making marks. Sheesh, sounds a cranky driver. I think I understand now. My turn. I spy with my little eye, something fluttery, fuzzy and sheep like a butterfly. Yeah. Rachel, what's wrong? I'm sorry. It sounded like you were describing a moth. You're afraid of moths? There's nothing scarier to me. Dusty's on be butterflies if you ask me. Is that what you saw, Peter? A moth? Outside? No. Oh, thank goodness. I saw it inside. Where is it? Whoa, Rachel, careful. Oh. Our feet are flailing everywhere. Hey everybody, who wants some of this giant pitcher of keyfer? Moth. Watch out for Rachel's feet. Huh? Keyfer! No! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! You know what, Rachel? It wasn't a moth. It's just my fingers. Peter. I spy with my little eye, someone who is in big trouble. Oh no. What did Lee do? I love your reply. It just filled me up with joy. My mom loves the jokes. Yo, yo, my check. It may be very proud about my settings, but like I'm imagining like if I was that person. I definitely think I can be more creative now. I'm the champion. The Sony Pirates. Welcome back to the Story Pires Podcast. Where we take stories written by kids. And turn them into sketch comedy and songs. And sometimes we overreact when we're faced with our greatest fear, even if it's only a moth. Stop saying that word. How would you like it if I kept reminding you of your greatest fear? I wouldn't be foolish enough to remind you that my greatest fear was the dark. Oh shoot. The dark please moths are much scarier than the dark. The dark is way scarier. Stop the ship. Eric, what is it? Look, it's a spooky themed amusement park. Whoa, weird. It's called the Night Moth Park of Terror. Night Moth? Terror. Wow, that is very on the nose. Should we go? Yeah. I mean no. Oh, do we have to? Sorry Rachel, but by the Story Pirets charter rule of Unison Yes. Yeah, we do. But first should we do a story? Yeah. Well now we gotta. Here's the author to introduce it. I am Parker. I'm seven years old and a living Arizona. This is my story, Clam and Gamp's Camp. Howdy. I'm Clam and I'm Gamp. Welcome to another episode of Clam and Gamp's Camp. The show where they go, camping. This episode I'm so happy to welcome back Gamp from his brief hiatus. Where did you say you win again, Gamp? Oh, just here and there. Hey y'all, if you're enjoying Clam and Gamp's camp, be sure to give us a like and smash that subscribe button. Oh, and don't forget to make a proper offering at the Temple of the Camp in Gods, lest you anger the temple who will, in turn, make your whole trip go awry. What? Nothing. Now, before we get started with today's episode, here's a list of words to know. Why would we need a list of words to know? Well, in case they come up in today's episode. Camp. Camping. Camper. Snacks. Math. Math? Why do we need to know math to camp? Hey, I'm just reading the list. Lion. Lion. Quiet. Time machine. Gold and vengeful temple. What kind of camp are you planning to do today, Gamp? The regular kind. Okay. Well, the first thing y'all are going to need for a camping trip is a shelter. You could use a tent, a cabin, a lean-to, or you could do what we do and use a camper. Woo! Goodness gracious. I can't wait to camp in that there, camper, but all this prepared in the camp has made me hungry. Well, Clem, I can help. Thanks to the sponsor of today's videos. Snacks. Oh, is this the part where we do the advertisement thinly disguised as content? Yup. He's did not fast forward, y'all. Anyway, snacks. They're small foods that you can keep with you at all times in case you get hungry. Sometimes I won't food, but I don't want breakfast, lunch, or dinner. That's when I reach for snacks. Hey, Gamp, can you pass me some snacks? Oh, here are some snacks. Snacks. Snacks. Thanks again to Snacks for sponsoring this video. Phew. That infotainment was hard work. I'm hot. Well, lucky for you, Gamp. I came prepared with a fan. Let me turn it on. Now that's a good fan. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. What is a line doing at a campground? I don't know. Definitely not a punishment from a displeased camping god who resides in an ancient temple. What? Never mind. We'll be safe inside the camper. Let's go. We're safe here in the camper. Hey, I got an idea. Why don't we give our viewers a tour? This right here is our sleeping area. This over here is our kitchenette. This right here is our altar to an all-powerful temple of the camping gods. So what? This is our bathroom. Okay. And this over here is our time machine. Stop. Come on. There's no such thing as a time machine. Then what is that? Gamp. Huh. I guess it is a time machine. Let's go to the dinosaur times. First a line then a time machine. Gamp. Don't you think this camping trip is unusual? No more unusual than approaching the temple of the camping gods with an insufficient offering resulting in the temple putting a curse upon any and all upcoming camping trips. What? Hey, look. I turned on the time machine. Wow. We made it to the dinosaur times. What was that you were saying about an insufficient offering to- And there's a dinosaur. They are dinosaurs. They are dinosaurs. They're like dogs. But dinosaurs. I don't know about this, Gamp. The dinosaurs are not friendly. Let's go back. For clam, I want to ride this here, TeraDacto. Gamp, get away from that TeraDacto. It's technically not even a dinosaur. Oh, fine. Just- Hey, look over there. Okay, I'm looking, but I don't see you. Hey, get down off that TeraDacto. Too late. Whoa. No. The TeraDacto swine away with Gamp on its back. Woohoo! This video is sponsored by SXX. Flying dinosaurs, the called TeraSaurus. It's like- It's like a T, but it starts with a P. Gamp, you made it back to the ground. What? Let's go back home using the time machine. We've made it back to our camper in our own time. Oh, this was too much clam. It's almost like it might be time to throw ourselves on the mercy of the omniscient presence contained within the camp. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. 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Of course I can talk. I am a temple. A temple? Not this again. What do you mean again? Oh yes, Gimp. This again. You have displeased me. I'm so sorry, Temple. Gimp? What is going on? Well, Clam, and viewers at home, I have a little camping confession to make. Here is the Temple of the Camping Gods. All who camp must make proper offerings to the temple. Less their camping trip go awry. Okay. And a while back, I went to make an offering of everyone's favorite camping snack. Smores! But I didn't bring enough. And now, the Temple of the Camping Gods is mad at me. Who only brings enough for one? It's called a smore. Not a smoless. And so I cursed your camping trip with lions and time travel. Is there anything I can do to lift this curse? There is, but one way to get back on my good side. Mass. The temple wants. Mass? Of course the temple of the Camping Gods was mass. What is this your first day? I'm waiting. Oh, geez. Oh, help me out, Clam. Clam, quick. One plus three equals four. It's four. Is that good? Correct. You have pleased me with your math. I shall lift the curse I have placed on your camping trip and present you with this... ...if... just a box. We've called inside! Well, what do you say? Ah, thank you. I knew you'd like it. Well, this has been another episode of Clam and Gemscap. Remember to like and subscribe. Hey, we're supposed to say that. The... and... Sacks! Wow, that's really sorry. Oh, that's really sorry. All right, everybody. Here we are at the Night Moth Park of Terror. It looks so spooky. I love spooky stuff. Me too. In fact, I once had the lead role at a haunted house where I played the ghost of Marlene Detre. The director called my performance, haunting in all the wrong ways. I bet this won't actually be scary. In fact, I'm not scared at all. How about you, Nimmie? I've never been less scared in my life. So what should we do first? Scary bumper cars? The spooky slide? The haunted moth mansion of darkness? Darkness, moth? The... or mini golf? Definitely the haunted house. The haunted house sounds fun. Nimmie, Rachel, what about you two? I think I'm actually going to play mini golf. I mean, you all know what a golf head I am. We do? Yes, I've always loved the sport. It's canon. All right, well, what about you, Nimmie? Mansion of Darkness or mini golf? You know, someone's got to keep this scary cat company. I'll do mini golf too. Suit yourself. Everybody else? Let's go! Ooh! Looks like it's just you and me. All right, then. Let's go! Here's the first tea. Hmm, it's just a hole with a little lighthouse behind it. That's not scary. Funny, that lighthouse sort of looks like the one I used to work in when I was an apprentice bullp-pullisher. It was an great experience. My boss was a terrifying old salty sea dog. Like a ship captain? No, he was a literal dog. He would just bark orders all day. Well, he would bark. I don't know if they were orders. Huh, your life is really something. I'll put first. Hey, a home run. That's what it's called, right? Not bad, not bad. My turn. Here, let me grab my ball before you go. Got it? Hey, up close, this lighthouse actually looks exactly like that. Huh, a salty sea dog. I thought you were gonna smoke your own neck. It's just a little animatronic dog that popped out of the lighthouse window. Nothing to be scared about. I wasn't scared. Why don't you go then if you're so brave? All right, I will. Watch this. Yes! Okay, now I'm going to pick up my ball. Watch me not be scared when that dog pops out. And... See? Not scared at all. You must be a spooky, hollipop. Great job, nimini. Thanks, dog. Wait, did that dog just say my name? Come on, thank you, dog. Oh. It probably knew my name because of... What's the matter, nimini? You're not scared, are you? What's no? I'm not scared. I'm not scared. I'm not scared. I'm not scared, are you? What? No. I'm not scared of technology that I don't immediately understand. That's not a fear of mine. Well, good. Then I guess we can go to the next hole. Unless you want to turn back. Psst. Yeah, right. I'm having a blast. Let's do hole number two. Huh. Strange. This hole is just a six foot straight putt. No obstacles at all. After that robot dog, there's no way it's that simple. They're clearly trying to get into our heads. If we just put like normal, some monster is going to pop out and try to scare us. Yeah, we should do what they least expect. I'm going to put my ball on the tee and then... Do nothing. Check... Mate spooky mini golf. Oh, you think that's the most unexpected choice? Ha, ha. Watch this. Rachel, you pointed in the opposite direction of the hole. Exactly. And now I'm going to drive this ball as hard as I possibly can. Four. Ha. It bounced off the lighthouse. And off that volcano. Now it's caught in that super fast windmill. And now it's launched straight into the air. It's coming straight down into that human sized cannon. And it's pointed right at... Oh, stop! Ah, it hit my ball. They were both headed towards the hole and... Oh, it's an effort. Right down. You got a double spoo. The only one. What is happening? It won't let us not play. Is this park truly haunted? Of course not. There's no such thing. Even though the probability of making that shot by my calculations, 27 quintillion to one, it was still possible. Nothing magical about that. Why are you scared? Nope. Me either. Next hole then. Great. Hey. This next one doesn't have a hole. It's just an empty green. Good sign. There's a button here that says, trap door button. Look, I can see the edges of a hidden door in the middle of the green. Ah, good eye, Rachel. We must have to put and then hit the button right when the ball is over the trap door. Ha, ha. You won't trick us this time. Golf. You want to go first? Please, after you. No, you first. No, no. You first. I insist. Fine. We'll put at the same time. Ready? One, two, three. Get ready to push the button. Wait, you don't think that trap door is actually below us. Do you? No. No. I still love this game. We'll be right back, trafter. If you were a kid, it'd be on up. Oh. Oh. Where are we? It's so dark. I can't see. Oh, no, no. Rachel, it's too dark. I-I'm scared! Nimini, it's okay. You're not alone. Take my hand. I'm not going anywhere. Hey, down there, look. There's a faint glow. Oh, yeah, some light. It's moving and it's in the shape of a giant glowing. Mouth. Nope. I'm scared. I'm scared. Nimini, it's okay. You're not alone. Take my hand. I'm not going anywhere. Hey, down there. Look. There's a faint glow. Nope. It's fluffy as wings. It's slowly moving this way. Too scary. It's not real. It's not real. Here. Take my hand. Oh, Nimini, I'm so sorry. I was so mean to you. I was just scared. Me too. Oh, it's so dark. What do we do? We'll just have to be brave for each other. Huh? Well, I can't handle a giant moth, but I can be brave for the both of us about the dark. And I can't handle the dark, but for us, I'd face down an army of moths. Sorry. It's just a terrifying image. Sorry. Hey, I can see our golf balls right here. They're glowing in the dark. And look, I can just make out the hole under the moth. Let's put it before the moth gets us. One, two. Hey, are we standing on a catapult? Three. We're flying out the darkness through the sky. We're going to bounce off the lighthouse. And the volcano. Here comes the windmill. Good. It's going to launch us into the air. Here comes the human cannon. Oh, well, this is snug. Eh. Is that the sound of? Yup. Wow, the hundred house was so scary. When that skeleton popped out, I almost jumped out of my socks. My Marlena D. Trick was much scarier, but this wasn't bad. I wonder where Rachel and Nimini are. I think this is the last minigulf hole right over here. Well, that hole is humongous. And there's a net at the bottom. I bet you could safely catch two fully grown story pirates in that. Oh! Oh! It's a helicopter. You're going to school. You're going to school. Oh, look, it's Nimini and Rachel. How was minigulf? Was it fun? Fun. Yes. We had such fun. Right? Nimini? Yes. My dear friend, Rachel, is right. What a blast we had. Well, should we head back to the ship? In a minute. We just need one minute. Okay. Should we do another story then? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. And here to introduce it is the author. Hi, my name's Leah. I'm 16 years old and I live in Illinois. This is my story Super Banana Man. Oh! It's a beautiful morning. His son is shining. The birds are singing. And even though I'm a scientist, I have a feeling something magical is going to happen today. Good morning, my husband's scientist. What do you want for breakfast? You'd know I don't have time for breakfast. My general manager of the town co-op market and twice elected city council wife. I have important science work to attend to. What if I told you I'm making banana toast? Ah, banana toast. The finest breakfast delicacy known to mankind. Okay then. What's that Rocky? You want some too? That's ridiculous. You're just a bastard how? Banana toast is for super brainy important scientists like me. Anyway, I wonder which banana she's going to pick for the banana toast today. Hey banana Bob. She's making banana toast today. The highest calling there is for bananas like us. I thought you'd get called a Bob. You're at peak ripeness. You'd be perfect on toast. Oh thanks Betty. But I think you're gonna get it. You're getting nice and mushy. So much easier to spread on toast. Oh, I have an anna Calvin. I didn't see you there. Are you hoping to get picked too? No way. I'm way too special for toast. What could possibly be more special than banana toast? I want to be a superhero. Gee Calvin. Bananas can't be superheroes. Especially us. We're just regular small little bananas. Who would even notice someone our size? Quiet. Here she comes. Time to pick the perfect banana for the perfect banana toast. Come on, come on. Pick me. I'll take this one. It's finally happening. I'm toast. Baby. I know you could do it Betty. Congrats. Here's your banana toast dear. Perfecto. By the way, you left your grow ray out on the table. Aren't you worried about someone using it? Thank you dear but don't worry. Only a super intelligent scientist like me would know how to operate a grow ray. Speaking of which, I've got to get that grow ray to the science lab ASAP. I'll eat my banana toast on the way. And I've got to go to my job at the market. The dogs on the counter! That's okay. That's just rocky. He's a good boy. Aren't you rocky? Oh yes Bob. I am a good boy. Who's a good boy? Me. I just said. I'm sorry to scare you but Anna Calvin, I didn't notice you there. Well I'm surprised you didn't see me frankly. I'm pretty important. It just so happens. I'm gonna be a superhero. I just need to figure out how to get bigger. Bigger? I might have an idea. What's that? That my friend is that root scientist grow ray. He forgot to take it with him. If I zap you with this thing, you will grow so big you can be a superhero. Thanks Rocky. I guess you are a good boy. Yes, we've established that. I am a good boy. But before I zap you, may I suggest you consider the consequences. Hi Rocky. Nobody. Zap me with the grow ray before the science has come back. Okay, here goes. I'm as big as a person. I'm a super banana. Thanks Rocky. I hope this is what you wanted banana Calvin. Now go be a soup. Wow, I'm actually so growing. I'm curious about how big could I actually get? Tataown! What a great day to be in town on a totally regular day with nothing unusual happening. Say, what's that sound? Here I am in town. Whoa, I've gotten even bigger now. I'm bigger than the buildings. People are gonna love me. Is that a banana? Should we be afraid? Of course not. I'm super banana here to help you and fight crime. Let me just take a stab closer. Well, that seems aggressive. It just made a massive pothole in the road. That's not a good. But I guess, you know, that's just part of being a superhero. I gotta keep pushing forward so I can fight some crime. Oh, I'm so excited. Oh, geez. I just tripped, fell, and knocked over the bed. The most obvious and free residential buildings. My bad, everyone. Please, I'm fine. That is a good one. Where's a scientist? Here I am back at home again. I cannot believe I left for working for God to bring the grow ray with me. I don't have time for your silly antics, Rocky. I have to get my grow ray. What is it, Rocky? Why are you dragging me over to the television? Wow, Rocky. You learn to use the remote. More sightings of a giant banana are streaming in. We now go to our reporter on the scene Trip Fields. That's right, Trey. A wild, huge, untamed banana is roaming the streets of town, terrorizing all who live there. Rocky, was that one of our bananas? What for? Rocky, did you use my grow ray on one of the bananas? No, Rocky. I'm the one who should be sorry. I thought I was so much better than everyone else. I didn't even see what a good boy you are. We better get into town and this ring that banana. Oh my goodness. Please, man. Please, people. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm super banana. Please, stop screaming. I'm here to help. There he is. That's a big banana. Monster banana. Stay where you are. Maybe I can just demonstrate by greatness, by standing on top of the dome of City Hall. Then people will finally see how super I am. Oh no, we have to stop him. City Hall cannot handle that way. Here I go. Climb an up City Hall. I'm almost to the dome. And then Rocky, help me steady the grow ray. You can do it, boy. Quick, turning off. I'm shrinking. Gotcha. You caught me. We did it, Rocky. Now he's just a little normal banana again. All right, Rocky. Let's get you on the banana back home. Oh, hello, Emma, my wife. You're home early. I couldn't get to the market because the streets were filled with giant pop holes for some reason. And now I'm so hungry. Will can I make you something to eat? That sounds nice. How about some toast? Great idea. And I've got the perfect banana to put on it. Hey, Calvin. You did it. You got picked. I think that's pretty super. Yeah, you know what? Thanks, banana Bob. I guess that is pretty super. The end. Yes. And now Lee speaks with the author. So, Leah, you wrote Super Banana Man. Yeah. Can you tell me how you came up with the idea for that story? I don't really know. I was just kind of messing around one day. And my brother was looking to you guys. And I was like making up his random story. And then he was just like, you just send that in. That's cool. How did it feel to have that kind of validation from your brother? It was cool. Do you write a lot? Are you a writer? Yeah, I do write a lot. I really like fantasy stories. Not gonna finish them though. And you wrote this story in dialogue, right? Yeah. When you write your fantasy stories, do you write in dialogue as well? Or do you write prose like a book? I usually don't write in dialogue like that, but I have in the patch. Because like me and my friends, like to come up with like random movie scripts, and then we'll try to like video it all in performance. And I usually write it. And then my friend usually comes up with the ideas for it. Are there any stories or characters that you've written that have really stuck with you over the years? Not exactly. I feel like when I'm writing, I'm developing this like different person, but like I'm imagining like if I was that person. When you write do you ever outline or create like a character map before you start writing? Or what's your process? Sometimes I'm like, all right, I'll start with like a name. I'm all right up the name. And then I'll like try to think of things that like, I feel like we'd go with that name. And I try to like slowly develop a character around that. Like what would they wear? How would they act? So you are developing the characters separately from the plot of the story. Yeah. And then I usually think of the plot afterwards. But I like to come up with the characters first. You said you try to think of them as if you were that person. Yeah. Is that hard to do sometimes? Like do you ever come up with a character that is so different from you that you have a hard time relating to them? Yeah. Sometimes. But I really just try to focus on like the emotion of the character at the time. And like, if I've ever been like under that pressure or like that circumstance, like I tried to just picture that feeling again and capture it. So let me ask you this. If you had to give advice to your brother or someone else about writing a story, and maybe they don't know where to start, what kind of advice would you give them? Well, first think about what you've done, your life. It's something like exciting big stories, things like that. And then try to come up with a character who might have trouble with some of those things. And just sort of work it on from there. Like try to see how that character might have done some of those things. Maybe you've done. Amazing. Leah, thank you so much for letting us perform your story. Thanks for performing it. And tell your brother, thanks for encouraging you to send it in. I definitely will. Thanks, Leah. Bye. Bye. And when we come back, it's time for Story Love, where Peter and I read even more stories written by kids. Welcome back to Story Love, where Peter and I read stories written by kids and talk about them and love them and love these stories and ask questions. All right, let's get to our first story. Today's first story comes to us from Josh, a six-year-old in Texas, and Josh's story is called the banana who walked to the sidewalk. One time, a banana walked to the sidewalk, it saw a car so it ran. Then it saw a monster, it looked like an elephant, the monster ran towards the banana at the park, the banana hid behind the hot dog stand, it got a hot dog and threw it at the monster. Then they got to the desert. The banana went to a temple, but it made banana and monster shrink. Banana hid in a mouse hole, but monster found it, and then they got back to the sidewalk, banana unpeeled his peel and was in the, and was the inside of a banana. But with eight arms. Monster gasped and took off his suit and was a banana. Then they were friends and eight burgers at the end. Whoa! Like, listen, I've never been a banana. But I would imagine removing your peel is a hailmary, it's a last desperate move, it's like a bee using its stinger to be dangerous. Yeah, you can do it once. Yeah, yeah. The thing that I'm very impressed with this story is that Josh really tricks us. It starts off with a monster in a banana. We think the banana is a banana, the monster's a monster, but it turns out the banana is the monster. And the monster is the banana. Well, okay, I understand that the monster is a banana. The banana has eight arms. I'm sorry, but if you have eight arms in your banana, you're a monster. Okay, you know what? I stand corrected. Okay, thank you. Well, Josh, your story is incredible. We loved it. Thank you so much for sending it in. Peter. Yes. I'm going to go to the next story, please. Oh, I would love to. I'm very excited. This story comes to us from a 10-year-old from Massachusetts named Lily. And Lily's story is entitled, The Day That Dorothy Fell Off A Cliff. Ah, wow. Wow, dangerous. Well, that didn't go well. I can't believe we let O'Chum fall off a cliff. O'Chum is British for friend. And friend stands for Dorothy. Said Dorothy's friends. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It was the bird's fault. It scared me. So blame the bird. Said Dorothy. Okay, said Dorothy's friends. Earlier that day. Dorothy, are you ready to go? Said Katie. Yes, Katie. I am just making sure I have everything for a hike to totally not dangerous clothes. Not dangerous cliff. Said Dorothy. Perfect, perfect name for a cliff. Perfect. Are you sure you want to go? It sounds boring, said Bob. Yes, I'm sure Bob said Dorothy. Amaya. Did you get the picnic stuff ready yet? Yes, Dorothy. Said Amaya. Scottish. Yeah, okay. Wow. All right, let's go, said all of the friends. That was all the accents at once. Three hours later. Well, we finally made it to the top, said Dorothy. Now, let's... Now, let's start... Let's start this picnic. I can't get out of the sky. That's great. I can't get... Now, let's start this picnic. I'm hungry, said Bob. As the friends started eating, no one saw the bird fly down from the tree. No one saw the bird steal Bob's phone. No one saw the bird searching for. It's peanut butter jelly time. No one saw the bird press play. When the music started, it startled Dorothy so much that she fell off the cliff. With the food, too! Amaya and Katie were so shocked and upset about Dorothy. Bob was too, but mainly about the lost food. Luckily, Dorothy fell on a tent, which Christian took her fall. Back on the cliff, Bob danced with the bird. The end! What does it say that Bob is the Scott in this story? Bob is from the Highlands. He lives around cliffs. Cliffs are boring to him. People fall off cliffs all the time and they usually fall in the marsh, the piti moss. Right. Were there preserved for centuries? Yeah, yeah, yeah. So he's either... He's not worried. I love in this story how Lily uses the sentence, no one saw, da, da, da, da, over and over and over in this middle section. Is it no one saw? Yeah. No one saw the bird fly down from the tree. No one saw the bird steal Bob's phone. No one saw the bird searching for. It's peanut butter jelly time. No one saw the bird press play. That's such great writing right there. Personality. The writers of sense of humor and personality shines through. Amazing, amazing story, Lily. Really, really enjoyed that one. Thank you so much for sending it in. Incredible. All right, we have one more to go here. I'll read this one. It's by Martin in 8-year-old in New York and it's called The Toxic Plate. Once there was a restaurant that was in the middle of the world, the restaurant had teleporters connecting to every home on the planet. So convenient. The restaurant had great food and was super fancy. It had a grand piano and a chandelier. But no one knew that the food was made from toxic waste. For example, the pasta and meatballs were made out of acid. And the slime from the river was a key ingredient in the desserts. The head chef, Carmichael, was the only person who knew about the secret. He had just been fired from his last restaurant and he decided that tricking people into eating toxic waste was his plan for revenge. Oh, no. One day, chef Carmichael was out in the sous chef named Stephen came in from morning prep and noticed that everything was marked toxic. At first, he was confused and he thought to himself, am I seeing things right? And so he decided to make himself a burger. When he ate it, first, when he ate it, at first he felt fine. But then his skin started to change colors and glow like a flashlight. But then it faded. Horrified, he took some of the hot dogs and burger meat to the city council and told them about chef Carmichael's plan to poison restaurant diners. The council asked if he had proof and he offered them the food to eat. They tasted the hot dogs and hamburgers, but nothing happened. Just then, Stephen woke up and it had all been a dream. The end. The end. Wow. You know what this feels like? I think Stephen has just in real life outside of the dream. He's just gotten a job as a sous chef in a restaurant and it's new and it's stressful. It's chaotic. He wants to do a great job and he's got all these new procedures and expectations flying around in his head. And that is what he's gone to sleep with. And it all comes out as this stress dream. Is this stress dream? Yeah. I do love this idea of a restaurant that has teleporters connecting to every home on the planet. I hope that that is real in Stephen's world and not part of the dream because I would love that. You sort of think, oh, if the restaurant is in the center of the earth, it's the shortest distance to any point on earth. But it's actually pretty far away. Is it in the center? It's in the middle of the world. Yeah, I took that to be the core of the earth. Oh, really? Interesting. Yeah, where's the middle? Yeah, you're right. Yeah. And also just the commuting to work. And the story, Stephen, he goes, I need to go tell the city council. Which presumably means he's going to the surface. Or the center of the earth has its own city. I think you're right that there must be a city at the center of the earth. Because if you're trying to figure out who has jurisdiction over this restaurant, like where the city health inspectors are coming from, it makes the most sense for them to be in the like physical environments of the restaurant itself and not have to teleboard there. I would say, I don't know that I trust these government officials. So he said, hey, we have poisonous food and they go, we'll be the judge of that. And then they eat the poisonous food. That doesn't seem wise to me. It's one of the only ways that historically you have been able to find out if food is poisonous, though. That's why you have food tasters in the kingdoms of old. There is that core impulse. You know when you're like milk smells a little funny. You don't just pour it out. Oh, smells terrible drink. Yes. At least smell this. Oh, that was bad. You got to try it. Sometimes I'll be like, is it bad? And I'll be like, oh, a little. Is it bad? I better have some more. You guys, this tastes awful. You got to try it. That's it for Story Love. If you'd like to read these stories for yourself, just head to StoryParis.com. Bye. Bye. And guess what? grownups, you can find an even longer version of today's Story Love on YouTube. And grownups, Story Love isn't just the name of a segment on our show. It's also the name of our incredible corporate volunteer program. To find out more about Story Love, our digital creative writing program, StoryQuest, or our nonprofit arm StoryParis changemakers, check the show notes for links. That's it for today's episode. Thanks to today's authors, Parker and Leah. And a huge thanks to all of you for listening. And guess what? You can still send us your stories. And we respond to every single story we receive. grownups, your link to Submit Stories is in the show notes for today's episode. We'll be back next week with DJ Scormelots. Thanks, giving me a mixtape. 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Okay, so looking to evaluate one over pi times the square of the integral of e to the minus x squared. Let's call that integral i. When we square i, it becomes a double integral over the whole plane of e to the minus x squared plus y squared. Then we switch to polar coordinates, which turns that into integral from 0 to 2 pi of d theta times integral from 0 to infinity of r e to the minus r squared, d minus r. The theta part gives two pi and the r integral becomes one half after a simple substitution. So i squared is pi and the original expression is 1 over pi times pi, which equals 1. Correct! You have pleased me with your math! Thank you.