Stop That Pizza!

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This new take on the old favourite "The Gingerbread Man" could be sub-titled, "The Great Pizza Chase". Children love to laugh at this cumulative tale of a runaway pizza.

Submitted: October 15, 2011

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Submitted: October 15, 2011




Carol Ann Martin


We all remember the day the pizza ran away.

It was Annamaria’s birthday and she was eight years-old. There was going to be a big family party at Uncle Peppi’s restaurant. Uncle Peppi made the best pizza in the world. For Annamaria’s birthday he was making the biggest pizza in the world.

Annamaria put on her pink party frock and tied rainbow ribbons in her hair. Aunt Rosina put on her best black silk gown. She put on her bright red lipstick and her high-heeled party shoes.

It wasn’t quite time for the party, but Annamaria couldn’t wait. So off she went with Aunt Rosina to Uncle Peppi’s restaurant.

Uncle Peppi was in the kitchen. He looked very pleased with himself.

“Ah, my beautiful ladies!” he beamed. “See the beautiful Pizza Supreme!”

He opened the oven door to take the pizza out. And then it was that it happened. The pizza slid out by itself.

Big as a cartwheel, big as the moon, it rolled across the floor. Uncle Peppi dived for the pizza. But the pizza rolled through the door.

Charlie Small was out walking his dog. He walked his dog every day. But this was the first time a pizza had come rolling along the street. It certainly was a big pizza. It was also a very big dog. So when the dog took off after the pizza, he took Charlie off with him, too.

Behind them ran Annamaria. Then Aunt Rosina in her high heels. Uncle Peppi came puffing along behind, shouting and waving his arms.

Faster and faster the pizza sped, straight towards the main road.

“Stop that pizza!” cried Annamaria.

“Stop this dog!” Charlie yelled.

But no one could stop the pizza and no one could stop the dog. So a quick-thinking policeman jumped out of his car and stopped the traffic instead.

Over the road raced the pizza, with the dog still hot on its scent. Charlie hung grimly onto the lead with everyone else close behind.

The drivers all tooted their horns and cheered. The policeman leapt back into his car. With his siren screaming, he did a quick u-turn. Then he set off after the chase.

Outside the supermarket, a pair of buskers were doing their act. The Amazing Abercrombies were the most amazing acrobats. Mr Abercrombie rode a one-wheeled cycle. Mrs Abercrombie stood on his head. Then both of them juggled with skittles. What could be more amazing than that?

But no one had been amazed today and there was no money in their hat.

Then something really amazing happened. A runaway pizza appeared. It headed straight for the Abercrombies. The Abercrombies teetered and swerved.  Everything still might have been all right ? but then came the galloping dog.

The dog made a pounce at the pizza. The pizza just rolled on its way. But the lead, with Charlie on the end, got wrapped round the cycle wheel.

Down came the Abercrombies in quite a graceful heap. No one was hurt, thank goodness. But the pizza was still on the loose.

“Stop that pizza!” cried Annamaria.

“My poor feet!” Aunt Rosina moaned.

The policeman wound down his car window. “Arrest that pizza!’ he yelled.

Charlie untangled the lead from the wheel, then off they all ran again. This time the Abercrombies joined in, on a rather wobbly wheel.

The pizza spun in at the gates of the park. Everything there was so peaceful and quiet. Elderly people sat in the sun, dreaming of when they were young.

Then they heard a police siren. They heard shouting and running feet. And what was this bowling over the grass  in a shower of olives and cheese?

A runaway pizza! Now there was a thing! They didn’t see that every day.

The ladies dropped their knitting. The gentlemen waved their sticks. They sprang to their feet shouting “Tally-ho!” and joyfully joined in the chase.

They trampled over the flowerbeds. They stampeded across the lawns. They hadn’t had such rip-roaring fun since they were Annamaria’s age.

“Stop that pizza!” cried Annamaria.

But, of course, nobody could.

The pizza bounced down a grassy slope. There was something right in its path. A most elegant wedding party was taking place by the lake.

Straight through the middle the pizza bowled. Guests scattered to left and right. The dog scrambled over the tables, dragging Charlie along in his wake.

Crash went the plates of chicken. Splat went the jellies and cream. The wedding cake toppled, the champagne corks popped and the pizza rolled into the lake.

Charlie’s dog was a pretty good runner, but he had no idea how to swim. So he stood at the edge and wagged his tail. Perhaps the pizza would come back.

Annamaria and Charlie flopped down on the grass. Aunt Rosina took off her shoes. Uncle Peppi had no breath left to speak, but he kept on waving his arms. The Abercombies crashed in the shade of a tree. “Oh, rats!” the elderly folk cried. Then the policeman took out his notebook and started to write it all down.

The bridesmaids had the giggles, but the bride was in floods of tears.

“We didn’t order pizza!” she wailed. “And it just wrecked my wedding day!”

Annamaria felt like crying too. But then Uncle Peppi found his voice.

“Don’t you worry,” he said. “This is easy to fix. Everyone come with me. We’ll have one enormous party at Uncle Peppi’s restaurant!”

So Annamaria’s birthday party became a wedding party, too. Even the dog was invited, just as long as he behaved.

 Uncle Peppi played his accordion. Aunt Rosina sang. The Amazing Abercrombies had lost their skittles, so they juggled with meatballs instead.

Everyone ate and danced and laughed and had the most wonderful time. Nobody felt like  pizza, but the spaghetti was just as good.

And it wasn’t the only party that night, for down in the moonlit lake, dozens of fishes blew bubbles of bliss as they feasted on Pizza Supreme.



















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