Traffic Safety story for Otto Club (CSAA).

 

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Something Stinky this way Comes


"What's that stink?" asked Wilbur. His big sister Veronica was stirring lumpy green goo in the big tub their mom used to wash the dog. "It smells like..."

"Grow up," she said. "It's my secret recipe."

"What is it?"

"Monster goo."

Wilbur squirmed back but suddenly she stopped pushing.

"Uh oh," she said under her breath.

"What? What!?" said Wilbur.

"I think..." said Veronica trying to pull on the wooden spoon, "I think it's..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

"It's ALIVE!"



"What? What?" said Wilbur.

Veronica was pulling out the wooden spoon but it stuck.

"Pull harder," said Wilbur trying to help by pulling on her arm. "On three," said Veronica. "One. Two..."

They fell over backwards and with a big "Shlook" sound the spoon flew out of the tub. But the green goo came with it in one big lump, rolled twice in the air, and landed on its feet.

"Three," it said.

"Ta Da!" said the green goo blob. It had one big eye in the middle of its head. It looked kind of wet and sticky and had a big mouth.

"It IS alive!" said Wilbur.

"Of course I'm alive," it said. "Now what's for lunch?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

Hello Sticky


"Lunch!?" said Veronica shaking the wooden spoon at it.

"Well we've got some leftover macaroni..." started Wilbur.

"Wilbur!" said Veronica.

"What?" said Wilbur.

"Yea," said the little monster. "What? You got dibs on it or something?"

"Who - or what - are you?" asked Veronica.
I'm hungry," said the thing.

"Hello, Hungry," said Wilbur. "I'm Wilbur. And this is my sister Veronica."

Veronica got it the leftover macaroni and cheese. The monster ate it in one big bite and also bit off a piece of the plate. Wilbur tried to touch the thing but his finger got stuck for a second.

It was still chewing on a fork when Wilbur said, "I think your name should be Sticky."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

Let's Do Lunch


The monster pondered it for a while, saying it over a couple of times; "'Hello, Sticky,'" it tried. "'Have a cookie, Sticky.'"

Sticky agreed that it was a good name. Much better than Stinky, which was Veronica's first idea.

"Wilbur," said Veronica. said Veronica while Sticky was experimenting climbing the walls. "I think we've got a little problem."

"What do you mean," said Wilbur.

"I think we should take him to Mr. Bolo." Mr. Bolo was the science teacher at Banks Elementary School and knew everything. Wilbur finally agreed when Sticky ate his Captain Jupiter action figure set with the Holographic Drive Space Rocket.

They took Sticky outside and before they could lock the door behind them Sticky was running towards school - straight across the street!

"Wait!" yelled Veronica.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

Street Crossed


Wilbur started to run after him but stopped at the curb. He knew you're never supposed to chase anything into the street.

"Here's a shortcut!" yelled sticky. But just then a big truck came and squished him flat.

"Poor Sticky," sobbed Veronica.

"Look!" said Wilbur. Veronica looked at the green puddle. It was moving! It formed into a ball, then little arms and legs popped out. Finally, a single big eye blinked open.

"Get out of the street!" said Wilbur. Sticky was dizzy but finally made it back over to where they were on the sidewalk.

"What happened?" yelled Sticky. "It ran over me!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

Walk, Don't Walk


"It was a truck," said Wilbur trying to pick some of the gravel out of Sticky.

"It didn't see you," said Veronica carefully pulling some broken glass out of his backside. "Because your small, I guess."

"You've got to cross at the crosswalk," said Wilbur.

"When the light is green," added Veronica.

They went to the corner and waited until the walk signal came on. As soon as it did Sticky ran across. Only he didn't make it. Another truck ran right over him. He stuck to the tire, going around and around for about a block.

When he came back he was hopping mad, juming up and down and screaming.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

Keep an Eye Out for Sticky


"You said to cross at the sidewalk," yelled Sticky. "You said to cross when the signal said to and I still got squished!" He was really covered with gravel and grass and stuff sticking to him.

"That's right," said Wilbur.

"Ah hah!" said Sticky. "So you admit it!"

"But you also have to 'look all ways before you cross,' " said Veronica.

"'Look all ways?' " said Sticky.

"That's right," said Wilbur showing him by looking up and down the street, and behind him too.

"Hmmmm," said Sticky. "I think I know what I need."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



He stuck his green thumb in his mouth and started to blow. His head swelled up like a balloon. Right when he looked like he was going to explode an eyeball popped open on his head. Then another. And another and another until his head was covered with eyes.

"Cool," said Wilbur.

"You sure are a creepy looking monster," said Veronica.

"Now I can look all ways before I cross the street," said Sticky and he demonstrated by carefully crossing at the crosswalk with the signal and looking all ways simultaneously and he never got squished again.

 

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