“Buzz!” said the bee, “I’m awful thirsty for some nectar.”
He looked at the garden next door, and wondered about how beautiful the flowers looked and if he could find some nectar there. He flew over, and he was almost there. His wings grew tired, and just when he was about to reach the garden, a giant planet crashed directly in the middle of his path! The bee tried to fly over it, but his wings were still too tired. Then, the bee tried to walk around it. But, the bee wasn’t quite used to walking.
Suddenly, the bee felt sleepy from trying to fly and walk. So, he decided to take a nap, but, while he was sleeping, the planet snatched him! When the bee woke up, he felt dizzy and confused. After all, he was inside a planet. The bee was worried, and desperately wanted to get out. He noticed that the creatures surrounding him were not bees at all. They were big, scary, and slimy monsters!
“Now I’ll never get my nectar,” wondered the bee aloud.
Soon after, a monster came forward, screaming. The words didn’t make much sense at first. Then, the bee heard his name.
“Buzzer! Buzzer! Is that you?” The monster kept screaming. The bee grew very scared and did not respond.
“Buzzer? Are you asleep? Talk to me or something!” yelled the monster, still thinking Buzzer was asleep.
“Who are you? And why do you know my name?” asked Buzzer.
“Don’t you know that everybody knows everybody’s name on this planet?” roared the monster as though it were obvious.
The bee shook his head.
“Nevermind. Anyway, what are you doing on the floor?” Asked the monster, changing the subject.
“I felt dizzy, so I fell down,” said the bee. The conversation grew friendlier. The bee and the monster weren’t so scared of each other anymore.
“Do you know a way out of here?” inquired the bee.
“No, but I’ll help you find a way out,” responded the monster.
The two began to walk, only to hear a deep voice. The voice was rough like a rock: all hard and edgy. Buzzer and Mr. Monster froze.
“Who are you?” boomed the voice. The pair looked around, only to find an orange and purple polka-dotted troll.
“ It is I, Buzzer and Mr. Monster,” stuttered the bee.
The bee points to a wobbly and unsturdy bridge, indicating that he and Mr. Monster want to cross it.
“You may not pass unless you answer my riddle.”
“Ok, what is your riddle?” asked the bee.
”If you know what ‘beep bop boop’ means,” questioned the troll.
“Ummm. Not really,” exclaimed Buzzer.
But Mr. Monster knew what it meant. Those strange words translate to “cheeseburger.”
Finally, the pair walked across the rickety bridge. Once on solid ground, Buzzer asked a question.
“What is a cheeseburger?” inquired Buzzer.
“You don’t know what a cheeseburger is?! Well, I guess we’re going to have to stop for lunch,” said Mr. Monster, who didn’t seem so much like a monster anymore.
They all cheered. They walked and walked until their legs couldn’t carry them. They saw the lunch place, first. Next, they thought they saw a slimey monster, but really, it was an alien from Jotsifooja, a planet tucked in a far away galaxy. lt looked brown, scrawny, and was very short.
Buzzer exclaimed, “I didn’t know how many monsters were on this planet!”
“That’s not a monster from this planet! That’s an intruder!” screams Mr. Monster, scaring the rest of his friends.
“Woah, woah. There’s no need to scream. I’m Sapphire, a visitor from Jotsifooja. All I wanted was a cup of coffee and a cheeseburger,” Sapphire calmly explained.
“Again with the cheeseburgers! When am I going to have one?” joked Buzzer.
The restaurant was a narrow, tall building with a pointy top. Inside, the walls were grey and chipped. It looked as though someone had smeared slime all over it. The tables were unsturdy and rusty.
They went to get a cheeseburger. Still, they ran into more problems. A silly waiter told the crew that cheeseburgers were scarce because another employee kept eating them. Buzzer didn’t mind, though. He was a little scared to try new foods. What if it wasn’t good for him? However, Mr. Monster reacted differently. He had a total meltdown. He wanted Buzzer to try a cheeseburger. In fact, he wanted everyone to try a cheeseburger.
Mr. Monster ran out the door without a word. He kept running until he reached the edge of the planet.
“Wait up!” Buzzer yelled, flying as fast as his wings could carry him.
“A cheeseburger would have solved all the planet’s problems! World peace and everything! There’s no point in staying now,” Mr. Monster weeped.
“So I’m going home?” Buzzer asked.
“No. We’re both going home,” Mr. Monster said.
But before they could make the final jump, a trail of smoke wrapped around the pair. The air was black. Then, a witch appeared! Now, you would expect a witch to be green, but this was no regular witch. She was blue, purple, and orange all over. Her hair was messy, long with short pieces sticking out. It was brown, a very ugly color. She hopped off the burning vacuum cleaner, which was her favorite way to get around. Also, it caused all the smoke.
“Nobody leaves this planet without my permission! Unless they have a license, of course,” the witch said, her voice becoming lighter at the end.
“But, I got sucked into the planet. I don’t have a license,” said Buzzer, while Mr. Monster tried to shake a license out of his ball of goo.
“Here! Here’s our license,” Mr. Monster said, handing the witch his license.
“Oh, yes. You may go, “said the witch without even looking at it.
“Yes, oh yes! We’re out! You know, I can’t believe I wanted nectar. Now I have something even better: a friend,” Buzzer said aloud, hugging Mr. Monster as they jumped.