The Bake Sale

Two weeks ago Mr. Rork told his class that they’d be holding a bake sale to learn how to cook and raise money for the school. Berryton School wanted to buy motorcycles for all the teachers. They had been learning and practicing cooking and baking each day. It was finally time for the bake sale. Parents, other classes, and the community came to Berryton School for the bake sale. They walked around buying the kids desserts.  

Jenny made cupcakes. They were all uniform and looked perfect. 

Alice made brownies. 

“Mmmm” a little girl said. “I love brownies. I’ll take one!” The little girl paid for her brownie and Alice handed one to her. She took a bite. 

“Mmmm, soft and gooey. Just the way I like them!” She took another bite. 

“Mmm BLEAGH! Hey there’s french fries in the middle!” 

Alice giggled. 

“Did you put french fries in your brownies?” the little girl asked.

“No, just that one.” 

“Oh, well then I’ll buy another,” She handed over the money and Alice handed her another brownie. She bit into it.

“There’s general tso's chicken in the middle this one!” 

Alice laughed through her teeth. 

“I’ll buy another but a normal one!” 

“Here you go” Alice handed her a brownie and the little girl paid. She took a bite. 

“There’s kidney pie in the middle of this one!” The little girl stormed off in a huff.

Alice rolled with laughing. Alice put something weird and different in each brownie.

Ethan made gingerbread men and a gingerbread house. The gingerbread men were gladiators and the gingerbread house was the coliseum. 

“UUUUhh” said a bald man with an orange mustache. “I’ll buy some gingerbread gladiators.”

“Thanks!” Ethan beamed with delight. The man paid Ethan and Ethan handed over some gingerbread gladiators in a bag. The man took one out and bit into it. 

“Awww it tastes like cardboard” frowned the man. 

Ethan’s heart sank. 

“But the coliseum and gladiators look amazing.” the man said.

Ethan shrugged. 

A big man came up to Mikey’s table. “What are these?” 

“Spaghetti balls,” Mikey answered. Mikey molded spaghetti into balls and dipped them in spaghetti sauce.

The man frowned. “Shouldn’t it be spaghetti and meatballs? And this is a bake sale. I thought only desserts were sold at a bake sale.”

Mikey shrugged. “I made spaghetti balls.” 

The man shrugged and walked away. Mikey didn’t sell any spaghetti balls. He thought that was ok. He liked them and ate them for dinner that week. 

Ben made whoopie pies. Ben never washed. He was smelly and his whoopie pies were dirty and smelly like him. Nobody bought any. He didn’t mind though. He ate them for dessert that week.

Nora baked a beautiful double layer chocolate cake with cream cheese icing. She spent all night on it. She made everything from scratch. She decorated the cake with loops of icing on the sides and flower patterns on the top. When she set it out for the bake sale it was a mess and had gravel in it. 

“What is that!?” Jenny looked disgusted. 

“It’s my cake” Nora sighed in defeat. “As I was walking to school I tripped and dropped it on the sidewalk. 

“Bleagh” Jenny said as she left. It would have been the perfect cake but something always went wrong for Nora. She sighed again.

Emma made Clam Chowder. Even though Clam Chowder isn’t sold at bake sales everyone loved it. It sold like hot cakes. 

 Zoey made hot cakes. They sold like moldy bread. 

Lucas made chocolate chip cookies.

“I’ll buy one please.” A short man handed over the money and Lucas handed him a cookie. He took a bite and spit it out.

“Gross! This tastes like a wet sock!” 

Lucas frowned. “I wanted it to taste like toothpaste.”

“toothpaste!” The man shouted and walked off. 

Stella made a pie. 

“I’ll buy a slice” a thin woman handed over her money and Stella gave her a piece.

She bit into it. 

“Hmm. That’s a strange flavor. It’s a blue pie so I thought it would be blueberry. But that doesn’t taste like blueberry. What flavor is it?” 

“Deodorant.” Stella answered. 

“I’ll buy the rest of the pie!” She was very happy with her deodorant flavored pie.

Owen put out a box of  donuts.

“This donut box has a super mart sticker on it.” A man with glasses, long hair, and a mustache said. 

“So?” Owen said. 

“I thought you were supposed to bake them yourself. It’s a bake sale”

“Well I bought them.” Owen answered. 

The man shrugged. “I’ll take a half dozen.”

Tom made neon cakes. They looked like radioactive mud pies. 

There was a crowd around Tom’s stall. People were interested because Tom’s neon cakes were glowing bright green.

“Those don’t look good at all” one woman said. 

“Ya, how’d you make those?” A man asked. 

“I don’t know, “ Tom shrugged. 

“Well I wouldn’t pay to try one” 

“Hmm," Tom said with a finger on his chin. "Try one for free then," he said, handing him one of the bright green cakes.

“Well…ok” the man took the neon cake from Tom and took a small bite. His eyes went wide 

“wow! That’s delicious!” His mouth and teeth were glowing neon green. He took another bite. 

“Ok I’ll take a dozen! These are something else! Here try one Deb.” The man handed a neon cake to his wife. She frowned but reluctantly took it and took a bite. 

Her face was beaming. 

“Say, this is good!” Her mouth and teeth were glowing neon green.  She finished eating it. “Can I get the recipe? 

“Ummm I don’t remember.” Tom said. 

Soon everyone bought a neon cake. They were the most popular item at the bake sale. Everyone had glowing green mouths and teeth.