Hey grown-ups, Lee here.
Welcome back to episode three of season eight.
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On to the show after a few more words for the grown-ups.
Okay, I spy with my little eye something blue.
The sky.
No.
The blue sky.
No.
The big blue sky.
Peter, do you know how this game works?
Huh?
What game?
I see.
I spy with my little eye something blue that's not safe to have up on the dashboard while I'm driving.
Nemony, you got it.
It is my shoes.
Okay, now get your feet down.
You're making marks.
Sheesh, someone's a cranky driver.
I think I understand now.
My turn.
I spy with my little eye something fluttery, fuzzy, and shaped like a butterfly.
Rachel, what's wrong?
Sorry.
It sounded like you were describing a moth.
You're afraid of moths?
There's nothing scarier to me.
Dusty zombie butterflies, if you ask me.
Is that what you saw, Peter?
A moth?
Outside?
No.
Oh, thank goodness.
I saw it inside.
Where is it?
Whoa, Rachel, careful.
Your feet are flailing everywhere.
Hey, everybody.
Who wants some of this giant pitcher of kefir?
Watch out for Rachel's feet.
Huh?
Kefir!
No!
You know what, Rachel?
It wasn't a moth.
It was just my fingers.
Peter.
Ice? by, with my little eye, someone who is in big trouble.
Oh, no.
What did Lee do?
I love story writing.
It just filled me up with joy.
My mom loves the jokes.
Yo, yo, my joke.
It made me very proud about my writing.
But like I'm imagining like if I was that person.
I definitely think I can be more creative now.
I'm the champion.
The Story Pirates.
Welcome back to the Story Pirates podcast.
Where we take stories written by kids.
And turn them into sketch comedy.
And songs.
And sometimes we overreact when we're faced with our greatest fear.
Even if it's only a moth.
Stop saying that word.
How would you like it if I kept reminding you of your greatest fear?
I wouldn't be foolish enough to remind you that my greatest fear is the dark.
Oh, shoot.
The dark?
Please, moths are much scarier than the dark.
The dark is way scarier.
Stop the ship.
Eric, what is it?
Look, it's a spooky-themed amusement park.
Whoa, weird.
It's called the Night Moth Park of Terror.
Night Moth?
Wow, that is very on the nose.
Should we go?
Yeah!
I mean, no.
Oh, do we have to?
Sorry, Rachel, but by the Story Pirates' charter rule of unison, yes.
Yeah, we do.
But first, should we do a story?
Yeah!
Well, now we gotta.
Here's the author to introduce it.
I am Parker.
I'm seven years old, and I live in Arizona.
This is my story, Clem and Gemp's Camp.
I'm Clam.
And I'm Gamp.
Welcome to another episode of Clam and Gamp's Camp.
Clam and Gamp's Camp, the show where they go camping.
This episode, I'm so happy to welcome back Gimp from his brief hiatus.
Where did you say you went again, Gimp?
Oh, just here and there.
Hey y'all.
If you're enjoying climbing Gimp's camp, be sure to give us a like and smash that subscribe button.
Oh, and don't forget to make a proper offering at the Temple of the Camping Gods, lest you anger the temple, who will in turn make your whole trip go awry.
What?
Nothing.
Now, before we get started with today's episode, here's a list of words to know.
Why would we need a list of words to know?
Well, in case they come up in today's episode.
Huh.
Camp.
Camping.
Camper.
Snacks.
Math.
Math?
Why do we need to know math to camp?
Hey, I'm just reading the list.
Lion.
Lion?
Quiet.
Time machine.
Gold.
And vengeful temple.
What kind of camping are you planning to do today, Gimp?
The regular kind.
Okay.
Well...
The first thing y'all are going to need for a camping trip is a shelter.
You could use a tent, a cabin, a lean-to, or you could do what we do and use a camper.
Woo!
Goodness gracious.
I can't wait to camp in that there camper.
But all this preparing to camp has made me hungry.
Well, Clem, I can help.
Thanks to the sponsor of today's videos, Snacks.
Oh, is this the part where we do the advertisement thinly disguised as content?
Yup.
Please do not fast forward, y'all.
Anyway, snacks.
They're small foods that you can keep with you at all times in case you get hungry.
Sometimes I want food, but I don't want breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
That's when I reach for snacks.
Hey, Gimp, can you pass me some snacks?
Oh, here are some snacks.
Snacks.
Snacks.
Thanks again to snacks for sponsoring this video.
Phew, that infotainment was hard work.
I'm hot.
Well, lucky for you, Gimp, I came prepared with a fan.
Let me turn it on.
Now that's a good fan.
A lion?
What is a lion doing at a campground?
I don't know.
Definitely not a punishment from a displeased camping god who resides in an ancient temple.
What?
Never mind.
We'll be safe inside the camper.
Let's go.
We're safe here in the camper.
Hey, I got an idea.
Why don't we give our viewers a tour?
This right here is our sleeping area.
This over here is our kitchenette.
This right here is our altar to an all-powerful temple of the camping gods.
The what?
This is our bathroom.
Okay, and this over here is our time machine.
Oh, come on, there's no such thing as a time machine.
Then what is that, Gimp?
Huh, I guess it is a time machine.
Let's go to the dinosaur times!
First a lion, then a time machine, Gimp.
Don't you think this camping trip is unusual?
No more unusual than approaching the temple of the camping gods with an insufficient offering, resulting in the temple putting a curse upon any and all upcoming camping trips.
What?
Hey, look!
I turned on the dive machine!
Wow!
We made it to the dinosaur times!
What was that you were saying about an insufficient offering to... And there's a dinosaur!
They are dinosaurs.
They are dinosaurs.
They're like dogs, but dinosaurs.
I don't know about this, Gimp.
The dinosaurs are not friendly.
Let's go back.
But, Clam, I want to ride this here pterodactyl.
Gimp, get away from that pterodactyl!
It's technically not even a dinosaur!
Oh, fine, just... Hey, look over there!
Okay, I'm looking, but I don't see... Hey, get down off that pterodactyl!
Too late!
Whoa!
No!
The pterodactyl's flying away with Gimp on its back!
Woo-hoo!
This video is sponsored by...
Flying dinosaurs, they're called pterosaurs.
It's like a T, but it starts with a P. Yip, you made it back to the ground.
What a fun dinosaur ride.
And a much needed distraction from the pressing issue of me angering the immortal entity that resides in the temple of the camping gods.
What?
Let's go back home using the time machine.
Ah!
We've made it back to our camper in our own time.
This was too much, Clem.
It's almost like it might be time to throw ourselves on the mercy of the omniscient presence contained within the ancient walls of the Temple of the Camping Gods.
That's it.
Temple of the Camping Gods this.
Anger in the entity within that.
There is no such thing, you hear?
There is no temple of the camping gods.
Oh, you've done it now, Clem.
What?
What did I do?
I'm not sure, but a building rising out of the ground can't be good.
Behold.
Wait, the building can talk?
Of course I can talk.
I am a temple.
A temple?
Not this again.
What do you mean, again?
Oh, yes, Gemp.
This again, you have displeased me.
I'm so sorry, temple.
Gimp, what is going on?
Well, Clem and viewers at home, I have a little camping confession to make.
This here is the temple of the camping gods.
All who camp must make proper offerings to the temple, lest their camping trip go awry.
Okay.
And a while back, I went to make an offering of everyone's favorite camping snack.
Smoke!
But I didn't bring enough.
And now the temple of the camping gods is mad at me.
Who only brings enough for one?
It's called a s'more, not a s'meless.
And so I cursed your camping trip with lions and time travel.
Is there anything I can do to lift this curse?
There is but one way to get back on my good side.
Math.
The temple wants math?
Of course the temple of the camping gods wants math.
What is this, your first day?
I'm waiting.
Oh, jeez.
Oh, help me out, Clem.
Quick.
One plus three equals?
Four.
It's four.
Is that good?
Correct.
You have pleased me with your math.
I shall lift the curse I have placed on your camping trip and present you with this gift.
A box?
Well, what do you say?
Uh, thank you?
I knew you'd like it.
Well, this has been another episode of Clem and Gem's Cap.
Remember to like and subscribe.
Hey, we're supposed to say that.
The end.
Snacks!
All right, everybody.
Here we are at the Night Moth Park of Terror.
It looks so spooky.
I love spooky stuff.
Me too.
In fact, I once had the lead role at a haunted house where I played the ghost of Marlena Dietrich.
The director called my performance haunting in all the wrong ways.
I bet this won't actually be scary.
In fact, I'm not scared at all.
How about you, Niminy?
I've never been less scared in my life.
So what should we do first?
The scary bumper cars?
The spooky slide?
The haunted moth mansion of darkness?
Darkness?
Moth?
The...
Or mini golf?
Definitely the haunted house.
Let's do it.
Yeah, that sounds fun.
Nimminy, Rachel, what about you two?
I think I'm actually going to play mini golf.
I mean, you all know what a golf head I am.
We do?
Yes, I've always loved the sport.
It's canon.
All right.
Well, what about you, Nimminy?
Mansion of Darkness or mini golf?
You know, someone's got to keep this scaredy cat company.
I'll do mini golf, too.
Suit yourself.
Everybody else, let's go.
Looks like it's just you and me.
All right then, let's go.
Here's the first tea.
It's just a hole with a little lighthouse behind it.
That's not scary.
Funny.
That lighthouse sort of looks like the one I used to work in when I was an apprentice bulb polisher.
It wasn't a great experience.
My boss was a terrifying old salty sea dog.
Like a ship captain?
No, he was a literal dog.
He would just bark orders all day.
Well, he would bark.
I don't know if they were orders.
Huh.
Your life is really something.
I'll putt first.
Hey, a home run!
That's what it's called, right?
Not bad, not bad.
My turn!
Here, let me grab my ball before you go.
Got it.
Hey...
Up close, this lighthouse actually looks exactly like the lighthouse that I... Salty sea dog.
Good job.
You got a spooky old one.
It's just a little animatronic dog that popped out of the lighthouse window.
Nothing to be scared about.
I wasn't scared.
Why don't you go then if you're so brave?
All right, I will.
Watch this.
Okay, now I'm going to pick up my ball.
Watch me not be scared when that dog pops out.
And... See?
Not scared at all.
You got a spooky hole in one.
Great job, Nimminy.
Thanks, dog.
I... Wait, did that dog just say my name?
Goodbye and good luck.
It probably knew my name because of... What's the matter, Nimminy?
You're not scared, are you?
What?
No.
I'm not scared of technology that I don't immediately understand.
That's not a fear of mine.
Well, good.
Then I guess we can go to the next hole.
Unless you want to turn back.
Yeah, right.
I'm having a blast.
Let's do hole number two.
Huh.
Strange.
This hole is just a six-foot straight putt.
No obstacles at all.
After that robot dog, there's no way it's that simple.
They're clearly trying to get into our heads.
If we just pot like normal, some monster is going to pop out and try to scare us.
Yeah, we should do what they least expect.
I'm going to put my ball on the tee and then do nothing.
Checkmate, spooky mini golf.
Oh, you think that's the most unexpected choice?
Watch this.
Rachel, you're pointed in the opposite direction of the hole.
Exactly.
And now I'm going to drive this ball as hard as I possibly can.
Four.
It bounced off the lighthouse.
And off that volcano.
Now it's caught in that super fast windmill.
And now it's launched straight into the air.
It's coming straight down into that human-sized cannon.
And it's pointed right at us.
Stop!
Ah, it hit me.
They're both headed towards the hole and... You got a double spooky hole in one.
What is happening?
It won't let us not play.
Is this park truly haunted?
Of course not.
There's no such thing.
Even though the probability of making that shot by my calculations, 27 quintillion to one, it was still possible.
Nothing magical about that.
Why?
Are you scared?
Nope.
Me either.
Next hole then.
Hey, this next one doesn't have a hole.
It's just an empty green.
Good sign.
There's a button here that says trap door button.
Look, I can see the edges of a hidden door in the middle of the green.
Ah, good eye, Rachel.
We must have to putt and then hit the button right when the ball is over the trap door.
Ha ha, you won't trick us this time, golf.
You want to go first?
Please, after you.
No, you first.
No, no, you first.
Ha!
And I resist.
Fine.
We'll putt at the same time.
Ready?
One, two, three.
Get ready to push the button.
Wait, you don't think that trapdoor is actually below us, do you?
No!
Whoa!
I'm still not scared!
We'll be right back after a few words for the grown-ups.
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Where are we?
It's so dark.
I can't see.
Oh no, oh no, Rachel, it's too dark.
I'm scared.
Nimminy, it's okay.
You're not alone.
Take my hand.
I'm not going anywhere.
Hey, down there, look.
There's a faint glow.
Oh yeah, some light.
It's moving and it's in the shape of a giant glowing.
Moth.
Nope.
It's flapping its wings.
It's slowly moving this way.
Too scary.
It's not real.
It's not real.
Here, take my hand.
Oh, Nemini, I'm so sorry.
I was so mean to you.
I was just scared.
Me too.
Oh, it's so dark.
What do we do?
We'll just have to be brave for each other.
Huh?
Well, I can't handle a giant moth, but I can be brave for the both of us about the dark.
And I can't handle the dark, but for us, I'd face down an army of moths.
Sorry.
It's just a terrifying image.
Sorry.
Hey, I can see our golf balls right here.
They're glowing in the dark.
And look, I can just make out the hole under the moth.
Let's putt before the moth gets us.
One, two.
Hey, are we standing on a catapult?
Here comes the windmill.
It's going to launch us into the air.
Here comes the human cannon.
Well, this is snug.
Is that the sound of?
Yup.
Wow, that haunted house was so scary.
When that skeleton popped out, I almost jumped out of my socks.
My Marlena D trick was much scarier, but this wasn't bad.
I wonder where Rachel and Nimminy are.
I think this is the last mini-golf hole right over here.
Whoa, that hole is humongous.
And there's a net at the bottom?
I bet you could safely catch two fully grown story pirates in that.
Oh, look, it's Nimminy and Rachel.
How was mini-golf?
Was it fun?
Fun, yes.
We had such fun, right?
Anemone?
Yes.
My dear friend Rachel is right.
What a blast we had.
Well, should we head back to the ship?
In a minute.
We just need one minute.
Okay.
Should we do another story then?
Yeah!
Yeah.
And here to introduce it is the author.
Hi, my name's Leah.
I'm 15 years old and I live in Illinois.
This is my story, Super Banana Man.
Ah, it's a beautiful morning.
The sun is shining, the birds are singing and, even though I'm a scientist, I have a feeling something magical is going to happen today.
Good morning, my husband scientist.
What do you want for breakfast?
You know I don't have time for breakfast.
My general manager of the town co-op market and twice-elected city council wife.
I have important science work to attend to.
What if I told you I'm making banana toast?
Ah, banana toast.
The finest breakfast delicacy known to mankind.
Okay, then.
What's that, Rocky?
You want some too?
That's ridiculous.
You're just a bastard hound.
Banana toast is for super brainy, important scientists like me.
Anyway, I wonder which banana she's going to pick for the banana toast today.
Hey, Banana Bob.
She's making banana toast today.
The highest calling there is for bananas like us.
I bet you get called up, Bob.
You're at peak ripeness.
You'd be perfect on toast.
Oh, thanks, Betty.
But I think you're gonna get it.
You're getting nice and mushy.
So much easier to spread on toast.
Um... Oh, hey, Banana Calvin.
I didn't see you there.
Are you hoping to get picked too?
Ha!
No way!
I'm way too special for toast.
What could possibly be more special than banana toast?
I wanna be a superhero!
Gee, Calvin.
Bananas can't be superheroes.
Especially us.
We're just regular small little bananas.
Who would even notice someone our size?
Quiet.
Here she comes.
Time to pick the perfect banana for the perfect banana toast.
Come on, come on.
Pick me.
I'll take this one.
It's finally happening.
I'm toast, baby.
I knew you could do it, Betty.
Congrats.
Here's your banana toast, dear.
Perfecto.
By the way, you left your grow ray out on the table.
Aren't you worried about someone using it?
Thank you, dear, but don't worry.
Only a super intelligent scientist like me would know how to operate a grow ray.
Speaking of which, I've got to get that grow ray to the science lab ASAP.
I'll eat my banana toast on the way.
And I've got to go to my job at the market.
That's okay.
That's just Rocky.
He's a good boy.
Aren't you, Rocky?
Oh, yes, Bob.
I am a good boy.
Who's a good boy?
Me.
I just said.
I'm sorry to scare you, Banana Calvin.
I didn't notice you there.
Well, I'm surprised you didn't see me, frankly.
I'm pretty important.
It just so happens I'm going to be a superhero.
I just need to figure out how to get bigger.
Bigger?
Hmm.
I might have an idea.
What's that?
That, my friend, is that rude scientist's grow ray.
He forgot to take it with him.
If I zap you with this thing, you will grow so big, you can be a superhero.
Thanks, Rocky.
I guess you are a good boy.
Yes, we have established that I am a good boy.
But before I zap you, may I suggest you consider the comp... Quiet, Rocky.
No barking.
Quick, zap me with the grow ray before the scientist comes back.
Okay, here goes.
This is what you wanted, Banana Calvin.
Now go be a soup.
Wow.
I'm actually still growing.
I'm sure it's fine.
How big could I actually get?
Ta-da!
What a great day to be in town on a totally regular day with nothing unusual happening.
Say, what's that sound?
Here I am in town, and whoa, I've gotten even bigger now.
I'm bigger than the buildings.
People are going to love me.
Is that a banana?
Should we be afraid?
Of course not.
I'm Super Banana, here to help you and fight crime.
Let me just take a stab closer.
Well, that seems aggressive.
It just made a massive pothole in the road.
That's not good.
But I guess, you know, that's just part of being a superhero.
I gotta keep pushing forward so I can fight some crime.
Oh!
Geez, I just tripped fell and knocked over the bank, the post office and three residential buildings.
My bad, everyone.
Oh, please.
Where's a scientist?
Here I am back at home again.
I cannot believe I left for work and forgot to bring the grow ray with me.
I don't have time for your silly antics, Rocky.
I have to get my grow ray.
What is it, Rocky?
Why are you dragging me over to the television?
Wow, Rocky, how did you learn to use the remote?
More sightings of a giant banana are streaming in.
We now go to our reporter on the scene, Trip Fields.
That's right, Trey.
A wild, huge, untamed banana is roaming the streets of town, terrorizing all who live there.
Rocky, was that one of our bananas?
Woof, woof.
Rocky, did you use micro ray on one of the bananas?
Woof, woof.
No, Rocky...
I'm the one who should be sorry.
I thought I was so much better than everyone else.
I didn't even see what a good boy you are.
We better get into town and de-shrink that banana.
Oh, my goodness gracious.
Please, people.
I'm not going to hurt you.
I'm super banana.
Please stop screaming.
I'm here to help.
There he is.
That's a big banana.
Monster banana, stay where you are.
Maybe I can just demonstrate my greatness by standing on top of the dome of City Hall.
Then people will finally see how super I am.
Oh, no, we have to stop him.
City Hall cannot handle that weight.
Here I go, climbing up City Hall.
I'm almost to the dome.
Andale, Rocky.
Help me steady the grow ray.
You can do it, boy.
Quick, turn the knob.
Gotcha.
You caught me.
We did it, Rocky.
Now he's just a little normal banana again.
All right, Rocky.
Let's get you and the banana back home.
Oh, hello, Emma, my wife.
You're home early.
I couldn't get to the market because the streets were filled with giant potholes for some reason.
And now I'm so hungry.
Well, can I make you something to eat?
That sounds nice.
How about some toast?
Great idea.
And I've got the perfect banana to put on it.
Hey, Calvin, you did it.
You got picked.
I think that's pretty super.
Yeah, you know what?
Thanks, Banana Bob.
I guess that is pretty super.
The end.
And now, Lee speaks with the author.
So, Leah, you wrote Super Banana Man.
Yeah.
Can you tell me how you came up with the idea for that story?
Messing around one day and my brother was listening to you guys and I was like making up this random story, and then he was just like you should send that in.
That's cool.
How did it feel to have that kind of validation from your brother?
It was cool.
Do you write a lot?
Are you a writer?
Yeah, I do write a lot.
I really like fantasy stories.
Not good at finishing them, though and you wrote this story in dialogue, right?
Yeah, When you write your fantasy stories, do you write in dialogue as well, or do you write prose like a book?
I usually don't write in dialogue like that, but I have in the past.
Because me and my friends like to come up with random movie scripts and then we'll try to video it all and perform it.
And I usually write it, and then my friend usually comes up with the ideas for it.
Are there any stories or characters that you've written that have really stuck with you over the years?
Not exactly.
I feel like when I'm writing, it's like I'm developing this, like, different person.
But, like, I'm imagining, like, if I was that person.
When you write, do you ever outline or create, like, a character map before you start writing?
Or what's your process?
Sometimes I'll, like, I'll start with, like, a name.
And I'll write out the name.
And then I'll, like, try to think of things that, like, I feel like would go with that name.
And I try to, like, slowly develop a character around that.
Like, what would they wear?
How would they act?
So you are developing the characters separately from the plot of the story.
Yeah.
And then I usually think of the plot afterwards.
But I like to come up with the characters first.
You said you try to think of them as if you were that person.
Yeah.
Is that hard to do sometimes?
Like do you ever come up with a character that is so different from you that you have a hard time relating to them?
Yeah, sometimes.
But I really just try to focus on, like, the emotion of the character at the time.
And like if I've ever been like under that pressure or like that circumstance, like I try to just picture that feeling again and capture it.
So let me ask you this.
If you had to give advice to your brother or someone else about writing a story and maybe they don't know where to start what kind of advice would you give them?
Well, first think about what you've done in your life.
Like, If there's any exciting big stories, things like that.
And then try to come up with a character who might have trouble with some of those things.
And just sort of work it on from there.
Try to see how that character might have done some of the things maybe you have done.
Amazing.
Leah, thank you so much for letting us perform your story.
Thanks for performing it.
And tell your brother thanks for encouraging you to send it in.
I definitely will.
Thanks, Leah.
Bye.
Bye.
And when we come back, it's time for Story Love, where Peter and I read even more stories written by kids.
Welcome back to Story Love where Peter and I
Read stories written by kids and talk about them and love them.
And love these stories.
And ask questions.
All right, let's get to our first story.
Today's first story comes to us from Josh, a six-year-old in Texas.
And Josh's story is called The Banana Who Walked to the Sidewalk.
One time, a banana walked to the sidewalk.
It saw a car, so it ran.
Then it saw a monster.
It looked like an elephant.
The monster ran towards the banana at the park.
The banana hid behind the hot dog stand.
It got a hot dog and threw it at the monster.
Then they got to the desert.
The banana went to a temple, but it made banana and monster shrink.
Banana hid in a mouse hole, but monster found it.
And then they got back to the sidewalk.
Banana unpeeled his peel. and was the inside of a banana, but with eight arms.
Monster gasped and took off his suit and was a banana.
And then they were friends and ate burgers the end.
Whoa!
Like, listen, I've never been a banana, but I would imagine removing your peel is a Hail Mary thing.
It's a last desperate move.
It's like a bee using its stinger.
Dangerous.
Yeah, you can do it once.
Yeah.
Yeah.
The thing that I'm very impressed with this story is that Josh really tricks us.
It starts off with a monster and a banana.
We think the banana is the banana.
The monster is the monster.
But it turns out the banana is the monster.
And the monster is the banana.
Well, okay, I understand that the monster is a banana.
The banana has eight arms.
I'm sorry, but if you have eight arms and you're a banana, you're a monster.
Okay, you know what?
I stand corrected.
Okay, thank you.
Well, Josh, your story is incredible.
We loved it.
Thank you so much for sending it in.
Peter.
Yes.
Would you take us to our next story, please?
Oh, I would love to, and I'm very excited.
This story comes to us from a 10-year-old from Massachusetts named Lily, and Lily's story is is entitled The Day That Dorothy Fell Off A Cliff.
Ah, wow.
Whoa, dangerous.
Well, that didn't go well.
I can't believe we let old chum fall off a cliff.
Old chum is British for friend, and friend stands for Dorothy, said Dorothy's friends.
It's not your fault.
It's not your fault.
It was the bird's fault.
It scared me, so blame the bird. said Dorothy.
Okay, said Dorothy's friends earlier that day.
Dorothy, are you ready to go, said Katie.
Yes Katie, I am just making sure I have everything for our hike to Totally Not Dangerous Cliff, said Dorothy.
Perfect, perfect name for a cliff.
Perfect.
Are you sure you want to go?
It sounds boring, said Bob.
Yes, I'm sure, sure, Bob. said Dorothy.
Amaya, did you get the picnic stuff ready yet?
Yes, Dorothy, said Amaya.
Scottish.
Yeah, okay.
Wow.
All right, let's go, said all of the friends.
That was all the accents at once.
Three hours later.
Well, we finally made it to the top, said Dorothy.
Now, let's... Now, let's start...
Let's start this picnic!
I can't get out of the sky.
That's right, I can't get... Now let's start this picnic.
I'm hungry, said Bob.
As the friends started eating, no one saw the bird fly down from the tree.
No one saw the bird steal Bob's phone.
No one saw the bird searching for... It's peanut butter jelly time.
No one saw the bird press play.
When the music started...
It startled Dorothy so much that she fell off the cliff.
With the food, too!
Amaya and Katie were so shocked and upset about Dorothy.
Bob was, too, but mainly about the lost food.
Luckily, Dorothy fell on a tent, which cushioned her fall.
Back on the cliff!
Bob danced with the bird.
The end.
What does it say that Bob is the Scott in this story?
Bob is from the highlands.
He lives around cliffs.
Lots of cliffs.
Cliffs are boring to him.
Yeah, yeah.
And people fall off cliffs all the time, and they usually fall in the marsh, the peaty moss.
Right, where they're preserved for centuries.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So he's either... He's not worried.
I love in this story how Lily uses the sentence no one saw dot dot dot over and over and over in this middle section.
Is it?
No one saw.
Yeah.
No one saw the bird fly down from the tree.
No one saw the bird steal Bob's phone.
No one saw the bird searching for its peanut butter jelly time.
No one saw the bird press play.
That's such great writing right there.
Personality.
The writers of, of sense of humor and personality shines through.
Uh, Amazing, amazing story, Lily.
Really, really enjoyed that one.
Thank you so much for sending it in.
Incredible.
All right, we have one more to go here.
I'll read this one.
It's by Martin, an eight-year-old in New York, and it's called The Toxic Plate.
Once there was a restaurant that was in the middle of the world.
The restaurant had teleporters connecting to every home on the planet.
So convenient.
Huh.
The restaurant had great food and was super fancy.
It had a grand piano and a chandelier.
But no one knew that the food was made from toxic waste.
For example, the pasta and meatballs were made out of acid and the slime from the river was a key ingredient in the desserts.
The head chef, Carmichael, was the only person who knew about the secret.
He had just been fired from his last restaurant and he decided that tricking people into eating toxic waste was his plan for revenge.
One day Chef Carmichael was out and the sous chef named Steven came in for morning prep and noticed that everything was marked toxic.
At first, he was confused and he thought to himself, am I seeing things right?
And so he decided to make himself a burger.
When he ate it first time.
When he ate it, at first he felt fine, but then his skin started to change colors and glow like a flashlight.
But then it faded.
Horrified.
He took some of the hot dogs and burger meat to the city council and told them about Chef Carmichael's plan to poison restaurant diners.
The council asked if he had proof, and he offered them the food to eat.
They tasted the hot dogs and hamburgers, but nothing happened.
Just then, Stephen woke up, and it had all been a dream.
What?
The end.
The end.
Wow.
You know what this feels like?
I think Steven has just in real life, outside of the dream, he's just gotten a job as a sous chef in a restaurant and it's new and it's stressful.
It's chaotic.
He wants to do a great job and he's got all these new procedures and expectations flying around in his head.
And that is what he's gone to sleep with.
Uh, And it all comes out as this stress dream.
It's a stress dream.
Yeah.
I do love this idea of a restaurant that has teleporters connecting to every home on the planet.
I hope that that is real in Steven's world and not part of the dream because I would love that.
You know, you sort of think oh, if the restaurant is in the center of the earth, it's the shortest distance to any point on earth.
But it's actually pretty far away.
Is it in the center?
It's in the middle of the world, right?
Yeah, I took that to be the core of the earth.
Oh, really?
Interesting.
Yeah, where's the middle?
Yeah, you're right.
Yeah, and also just the commuting to work.
In this story Stephen, he goes.
I need to go tell the city council, which presumably means he's going to the surface or the center of the earth has its own city.
I think you're right that there must be a city at the center of the earth, because if you're trying to figure out who has jurisdiction over this restaurant, like where the city health inspectors are coming from, it makes the most sense for them to be in the physical environs of the restaurant itself and not have to teleport there.
I would say I don't know that I trust these government officials who have said hey, we have poisonous food and they go will be the judge of that, and then they eat the poisonous food.
That doesn't seem wise to me.
It's one of the only ways that historically, you have been able to find out if food is poisonous, though.
That's why you have food tasters.
It is.
In the kingdoms of old.
There is that core impulse.
You know when you're like, milk smells a little funny?
You don't just pour it out.
Oh, this smells terrible.
Drink this.
Yes.
At least smell this.
Oh, that was bad.
You gotta try this.
And then sometimes I'll be like, is it bad?
And I'll be like, oh, a little.
Oh.
Is it bad?
I better have some more.
You guys, this tastes awful.
You gotta try it.
You gotta.
That's it for Story Love.
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You can find an even longer version of today's Story Love on YouTube.
And grown-ups, Story Love isn't just the name of a segment on our show.
It's also the name of our incredible show corporate volunteer program.
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That's it for today's episode.
Thanks to today's authors, parker and leah, And a huge thanks to all of you for listening.
And guess what?
You can still send us your stories and we respond to every single story we receive.
Grownups, your link to submit stories is in the show notes for today's episode.
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Story Pirates Podcast is a production of Story Pirates Studios.
Executive produced by Lee Overtree and Benjamin Salka.
This episode was produced by Sam Baer, Peter McNerney, Andrew Miller, and Lee Overtree.
Recording, sound design, and mixing by Sam Baer at the Relic Room in New York City.
Additional production by Brett Toobin.
Theme song by Bobby Lord.
Musical scoring by Eric Gerson and Jack Mitchell.
Our head writer is Peter McNerney.
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Contributing writers are Lee Overtree and Steve White.
Episode artwork by Camilla Franklin.
This episode features performances by Abel Arias, Eric Austin, Andrew Barbato, Colin Batten, Langston Darby, Chris Ferry, Eric Gerson, Caroline Lux, Martha Marion, Peter McNerney, Megan O'Neill, Lee Overtree, Samree Passerew,
Julia Schroeder, Kristen Studdard, Rachel Winiske, and Niminy Ware.
Okay, so looking to evaluate 1 over pi times the square of the integral of e to the minus x squared.
Let's call that integral i.
When we square i it becomes a double integral over the whole plane of e to the minus x squared, plus y squared.
Then we switch to polar coordinates, which turns that into integral from zero to two pi of d theta times integral from zero to infinity, of r e to the minus r squared d minus r.
The theta part gives two pi and the r integral becomes one half after a simple substitution.
So I squared is pi, and the original expression is one over pi times pi, which equals one.
Correct.
You have pleased me with your math.
