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There was a guy I know who lived in New York.  After graduating, he decided to start up his own business.  Lots of people had suggestions for what kind of business he should open.  He knew that everyone loves a Reese's, so he decided to open a candy shop on Mars.  The only problem he could foresee was the distressing lack of potato chips to eat, I mean.  The good one's the Tim's no-salt in the red and white striped bag.  So we cried for three weeks.  I miss my daddy! the little girl wailed.  Why did he leave me here at McDonald's?  I was playing so well with the other children but then a huge talking fork came up the them, yelling "Stop biting me!  Stop biting me!  I'm a utensil, not a bloody toothpick!  Arrgh!"  The toothpick quivered in fear.  It began to cry until a policeman showed up.  "Is there any trouble here?" he asked.  "Nope," they said.  So he left and they carried on with what they were doing.  When the got tired of that, they decided to make prank phone calls, then they remembered that cell phones have mysterious powers.  Some of them can even predicts the weather.  Brett decided he would put the evil powers to work in his favor, so he ran down to the newsstand and read the story we just finished writing.  Sorry it did not win a Pulitzer Prize only the booby prize.