The Alien Who Loved Pizza
The Alien Who Loved Pizza — an illustrated stories story. 10 illustrated pages, free to read on Wonder Books.
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Zorp Glorbax wasn't like other aliens. While his brethren dreamed of conquering planets and vaporizing pesky Earthlings, Zorp had a different ambition: pizza. Every day, he would pilot his tiny spaceship closer to Earth, his antennae twitching with anticipation. "Almost there, Glargon!" Zorp chirped to his best friend, a small, purple, six-legged creature who served as his co-pilot. Glargon, being a creature of few words, simply gurgled in response, clutching a well-worn book titled 'Intergalactic Etiquette for Conquerors'.
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One fateful night, Zorp's spaceship sputtered and coughed, losing altitude rapidly. "Uh oh!" Zorp exclaimed, fiddling with the controls. "Looks like we're out of space-gas, Glargon! We're going down!" Glargon, startled by the sudden turbulence, shrieked and dropped his etiquette book. The spaceship plummeted towards a small, unassuming town, narrowly missing Mrs. Higgins' prize-winning petunia patch. With a final thump, it crash-landed right in front of 'Pizza Paradise', the most glorious-smelling place Zorp had ever encountered. "Pizza," Zorp sighed dreamily. "We're finally here!"
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Emerging from the wreckage, Zorp and Glargon were greeted by the aroma of melted cheese and bubbling tomato sauce. "This is it, Glargon!" Zorp declared, his eyes gleaming. "Our destiny!" But entering the pizza parlor proved trickier than expected. The door was heavy, and neither of them had any Earth money. "Hmm," Zorp pondered, stroking his chin. "Perhaps we can offer them something of value in exchange?" Glargon, ever the diplomat, frantically flipped through his etiquette book, landing on a chapter titled 'Bartering with Primitive Cultures'.
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Just then, a friendly face popped out from behind the counter. It was Tony, the pizza maker, a stout man with a large mustache and an even larger smile. "Well, hello there, little fellas!" Tony boomed. "Looks like you had a bit of a rough landing. Are you hungry?" Zorp, surprised by Tony's kindness, stammered, "We... we don't have any Earth money, but..." Glargon chimed in, holding up a shiny, rainbow-colored space rock. "Would you accept this rare mineral in exchange for... pizza?"
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Tony chuckled. "A space rock, huh? Well, I've never been offered that before! Tell you what, I'll trade you a whole pizza for that rock, but you gotta promise to tell me all about space!" Zorp and Glargon's eyes widened. A whole pizza! It was a dream come true. "Deal!" Zorp shouted, handing over the space rock with a flourish. As Tony prepared the pizza, Zorp quizzed him about Earth customs. "So, this 'pepperoni'... is it a type of space fungus?" Tony laughed. "Nope! It's a spicy sausage!"
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The pizza arrived, a glorious masterpiece of cheese, sauce, and pepperoni. Zorp and Glargon devoured it in seconds, sauce smeared across their faces. But as they savored the last bite, a loud alarm blared. Red lights flashed. "INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!" a robotic voice announced. "Looks like your little crash landing triggered the town's alien defense system!" Tony explained, looking worried. "You gotta get out of here before the Galactic Police arrive!"
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"But how will we escape? Our spaceship is wrecked!" Zorp cried, his pizza-induced joy replaced with panic. Glargon, ever resourceful, pointed to Tony's delivery scooter parked outside. "Perhaps we could... borrow it?" Tony grinned. "It's crazy enough to work! I'll distract the defense system while you two make a break for it. But promise me, you'll come back for another slice someday!" Zorp nodded vigorously. "We promise! Thank you, Tony!"
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Zorp and Glargon hopped onto the scooter, Zorp fumbling with the controls. As they zoomed down the street, the Galactic Police cruisers appeared in the sky, their sirens wailing. "This thing doesn't have a warp drive!" Zorp yelled, swerving to avoid a rogue mailbox. Suddenly, Zorp had an idea. "Glargon, use your 'Intergalactic Etiquette' book! Distract them with proper space manners!" Glargon gulped and held the book high, reciting loudly, "Greetings, Galactic Officers! We humbly request safe passage!" And at that moment, Zorp yelled the memorable line: "Sometimes, the best defense is a good pizza coma and impeccable manners!"
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To everyone's surprise, it worked! The Galactic Police, momentarily bewildered by Glargon's polite greeting, paused their pursuit. This gave Zorp enough time to reach a secluded field. He revved the scooter's engine, aiming it towards the sky. With a mighty leap, the scooter launched into the air, its tiny engine sputtering. Using the last of its power, it propelled them back towards their spaceship, which, thanks to Tony's tinkering, was now surprisingly functional.
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Back in their spaceship, Zorp and Glargon waved goodbye to Earth. "We'll be back for more pizza, Tony!" Zorp shouted, his heart full of gratitude and melted mozzarella. Glargon smiled, clutching his etiquette book and a leftover slice of pepperoni pizza. Zorp realized that conquering planets wasn't nearly as satisfying as sharing a delicious meal with a friend. He learned that day, laughter, friendship, and a good pizza could solve almost any problem. From then on, Zorp was known throughout the galaxy as "The Alien Who Loved Pizza."
About this story
- Audience: kids (ages 6–12)