• Mrs. Chalmers' Young Authors
    Cloudy with a Chance of Dogs - Kyle Birmingham

    If you cross the deep, teal Atlantic Ocean, glide across a volcano that is as hot as a pizza that came right out of the oven, swing off a snake infested cliff, run across a jungle full of black bears, then you will get to Dog Town. In most ways, Dog Town was like any other town. It had apartments and twin houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers taught gym, classrooms had desks, and kids played kickball at recess. They also had a Game Stop in town. But, there were no dog stores in Dog Town. The sky gave the people all the dogs they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Dog Town was the weather. It came once a day, in the middle of the day when the kids got home from school. The precipitation was black Briad puppies, big German Shepards, and small Yorkies. Most days, there were giant German Shepards in the pools. There were puppies on the roofs, and there were Yorkies stuck in the trees. The trashmen in Dog Town were always busy. They put the dogs in the wild, bear-filled jungle.

    Life in Dog Town was great until the weather changed. One day, a storm of 10-ft dogs came that were drooling on the people. The next day, there was a hurricane of dog toenails scratching the people. They were sharp. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought dogs that had rabies. One night, there was a tornado that brought dogs that had slimy worms coming out of their noses. A huge puppy covered the donut shop. They used a bucket of meat to lure it off. The town was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Dog Town. They used a huge rose red dog bowl as a boat and a moss green leash to paddle with. After floating on the rough, teal Atlantic Ocean for seven days, they landed in the town of Hatboro. When they got there, the children were sad that they didn't have as many dogs. The adults were happy, because it was a mess with the dogs. But, the trashmen felt great, because they only had to do their job once a week.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Birmingham Family from Dog Town was watching TV. Their faces looked like they were hit by a lemon yellow bus when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of money!”

     - Kyle Birmingham
     

    Cloudy with a Chance of Jewels - Alyssa Cosgrove

    If you cross the sky blue wavy Atlantic Ocean, run through the deep, dark Ziggity Zag Forest, and you sneak behind a waterfall, and tiptoe behind a dirt brown volcano, then you will get to Jewelsville. In most ways, Jewelsville was like any other town. It had mansions and brick houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers taught were incredibly kind, classrooms were huge, and kids played on the huge playground at recess. They also had a Walmart in town. But, there were no jewelry stores in Jewelsville. The sky gave the people all the jewels they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Jewelsville was the weather. It came two times a day, so everybody could get a great amount of jewelry. The precipitation was sparkly, blue topaz jewels, purple amethysts, fire red rubies, too! Most days, there were leftover rubies

    stuffed in the chimneys. Green emeralds were hidden in the emerald green grass. All sorts of jewels were floating in pools making beautiful rainbows. The trashmen in Jewelsville were always busy. They filled the jewelry stores with all the leftovers.

    Life in Jewelsville was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of 12 foot amethysts. The next day, there was a hurricane of giant rubies that hit the school, so it was closed. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought tiny pieces of jewels. The kids cried and pouted, because they could not play outside. One night, there was a tornado that brought huge, sparkly clear diamonds that crashed the cars and wrecked the houses. A huge emerald covered the school. A thousand musclemen tried, but they could not get it off. So, they got a huge crane that lifted the giant emerald off. The town was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Jewelsville. They glued jewels together and sat on top like a boat. After floating on the Atlantic Ocean for four days, they landed in the town of Willow Grove. When they got there, the children were sad because there were no more jewels. The adults were sad, because they missed their homes. But, the trashmen were happy, because there were no more heavy old jewels.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Cosgrove Family from Jewelsville was watching TV. Their faces looked like a house just talked when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of cheese!”

     - Alyssa Cosgrove

    Cloudy with a Chance of Bats and Spiders - Niya Creyaufmiller

    If you cross the vast Atlantic Ocean, swing through the lime green jungle of jaguars, tiptoe through a spooky, eerie, black forest, and run through a field with bats and spiders, then you will get to Bat-N-Spider Island. In most ways, Bat-N-Spider Island was like any other town. It had brick and stone houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers taught math, the classrooms had decorations, and the kids played on the playground at recess. They also had a Justice store. But, there were no bat and spider stores on Bat-N- Spider Island. The sky gave the people all the bats and spiders they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Bat-N-Spider Island was the weather. It came only at night, so that is when the bats and spiders were awake. The precipitation was usually baby, black bats, brown fruit bats, and giant tarantulas that were as furry as a rabbit growing its hair. Most days, there were spiders blocking the gutters. There were bats flying everywhere, and fruit bats ate everything in the gardens. The trashmen on Bat-N-Spider Island were never busy. They were too afraid of the bats and spiders, so they left them alone.

    Life on Bat-N-Spider Island was scary until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of giant lizard green bats. The next day, there was a hurricane of fruit bats covered in sticky apple cider. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought giant, furry tarantulas. One night, there was a tornado that brought vampire bats. A huge vampire bat covered the Justice store. They had to get a huge metal cage. They got it in the cage, lifted the cage off the store, and put it in the jungle. The island was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Bat-N-Spider Island. They climbed onto the backs of some huge friendly bats that would fly them to safety. After flying over the Atlantic Ocean for seven days, they landed in the town of Horsham. When they got there, the children were sad, because the bats were all gone. The adults were happy that the bats and spiders were gone. The trashmen were really happy, because now they were not afraid to go outside.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Creyaufmiller Family from Bat-N-Spider Island was watching TV. Their faces looked like a tree fell on their house when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of dragons!”
     
    - Niya Creyaufmiller

    Cloudy with a Chance of Bikes - Declan Cummins

    If you cross the deep, wavy Atlantic Ocean, swim through a slimy, green pond, climb behind a wiggly waterfall with loose rocks, and sprint through a cold snowdrift, then you will get to Biking Land. In most ways, Biking Land was like any other town. It had mansions and condos. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers made everybody smart, the classrooms had desks and windows, and the kids played basketball at recess. They also had a Modell's. But, there were no bike stores in Biking Land. The sky gave the people all the bikes they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Biking Land was the weather. It came every time somebody wanted to ride a bike. The precipitation was small navy, blue bikes with training wheels. There were big, dark green bikes, and medium sized Tony hawk burnt orange bikes. Mostly, there were kid bikes hanging from the telephone poles. Bikes for the dads were hanging in the trees, and small bikes were always sinking in the swimming pools. The trashmen in Biking Land were always busy. They would take the leftover bikes to a different town.

    Life in Biking Land was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of rotten bikes that had green mold on them. The next day, there was a hurricane of broken bikes. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought bikes made out of blue slime. One night, there was a tornado that brought moldy, onyx black bikes. Then, a huge Tony hawk bike covered the Modell's store. The people got some huge wrenches to unscrew the bike parts to make it smaller, so they could lift it off. The town was a disaster.

    All of the people decided to leave Biking Land. They used the huge bike and pumped the tires up so it would float. After floating on the Atlantic Ocean for two days, they landed in the town of Willow Grove. When they got there, the children were sad, because now they didn't get free bikes. The adults felt happy, because their houses wouldn't get damaged any more. The trashmen were really happy, because they did not have to climb on the roofs.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Cummins Family from Biking Land was watching TV. They looked shocked and frozen when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of babies!”
    -  Declan Cummins

    Cloudy with a Chance of Glitter - Varsha Dasari

    If you cross the wave tossing Indian Ocean, canoe across the rapid aquamarine wiggly waterfall, climb down the rocky Mount Everest, ride a smelly camel across the dry, hot, sandy desert, then you will get to Glitter Island. In most ways, Glitter Island was like any other beach town. It had stone beach houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers helped the children with every subject, as with algebra the classrooms had lots of chapter books, and the kids would swing on the monkey bars as fast as a monkey at recess. They also had a Target store. But, there were no glitter stores on Glitter Island. The sky gave the people all the glitter they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Glitter Island was the weather. It came two times a day, so the children could have glitter on their clothes in the morning and after school. The precipitation was mostly smooth sparkly, rainbow glitter, prickly yellow glitter like the sun, and seaweed green glitter. Most days, there was midnight blue glitter falling into the pools. There was fern glitter falling on the beach and shore. Tangerine glitter was stuck to the coconut trees, and all different color glitter filled the pools. The trashmen on Glitter Island were always busy. They scooped up the different glitter colors, mixed them into rainbow glitter, and sold it in special boxes.

    Life on Glitter Island was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of denim glitter with animal faces that stuck to the electric poles. The next day, there was a hurricane of water ice glitter. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought dragon fire glitter that burned the island shamrock grass. One night, there was a tornado that brought moldy, frozen glitter that landed on the gutters and in the gardens. Then, a huge block of frozen emerald green glitter covered the Target store. The people got a huge drill to break the mixed glitter block into pieces. The town was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Glitter Island. They used a huge glitter box to make a boat. Then, they used tree branches covered in glitter to make oars, and they had a tickle me pink glitter flag for a sail. After floating on the Indian Ocean for two days, they landed in the town of Hatboro. When they got there, the children were sad, as a puppy because they didn't have the glitter to play with. The adults felt happy and relaxed, because they didn't have glitter falling in their yards all the time. But, the trashmen felt relieved, because they didn't have to clean up the glitter mess so many times.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Dasari Family from Glitter Island was watching TV. Their faces looked like frozen cinnamon icicles when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of gumballs!”
     
     - Varsha Dasari

    Cloudy with a Chance of Phillies Players - Max Ehling

    If you cross the deep, blue Atlantic Ocean, swing around a volcano, jump off a cliff with a parachute, and leap from a tree into a rough navy blue river, then you will get to Philly City. In most ways, Philly City was like any other town. It had mansions and regular houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers were as nice as Santa giving presents to kids, the classrooms had desks and chairs, and the kids would play basketball at recess. They also had a Modell's store. But, there were no Phillies stores in Philly City. The sky gave the people all the Phillies players they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Philly City was the weather. It came three times a day, so they could practice with the players three times a day. The precipitation was mostly Chase Utley, Ryan Howard, and Cliff Lee. Most days, the Chase Utleys landed on the roofs. The Ryan Howards were always stuck in the chimneys, and Cliff Lees were always in the swimming pools. The trashmen in Philly City were always busy. They would gather the extra players and put them back in Citizen's Bank Park.

    Life in Philly City was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of Carlos Ruiz who was biting the people. The next day, there was a hurricane of Johnathon Paplebons throwing 95mph fastballs at the running people. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought baseball bats that were flying into the people. One night, there was a tornado that brought Chase Utleys smooth tan gloves. Then, a huge Jimmy Rollins covered the Phillies ball park. The Philly Phanatic rode up to the stadium and got J-Roll off. The town was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Philly City. They climbed into a huge Phillies red Chase Utley hat to use as a boat, and they used Ryan Howards white home jersey for a sail. After floating on the Atlantic Ocean for six days, they landed in the town of Willow Grove. When they got there, the children were sad, because there weren't any baseball players falling from the sky. But, the adults felt happy, because there weren't any baseball players falling from the sky. The trashmen felt so happy, because they didn't have to clean up the extra baseball players any more.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Ehling Family from Philly City was watching TV. Their faces looked surprised when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of baseballs!”

     - Max Ehling

    Cloudy with a Chance of Pokémon - Stefano Garofalo

    If you cross the vast Indian Ocean, fly over a mountain with spikes of blue ice at the top, swing on fuzzy vines through a forest at sunset, be careful of the silver quicksand, and ride a boat down a turquoise waterfall, then you will get to Pokecity. In most ways, Pokecity was like any other town. It had regular rancher houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers gave homework, the classrooms had lots of windows, and the kids played Four Square at recess. They also had a Toys R Us store. But, there were no Pokémon stores in Pokecity. The denim sky gave the people all the Pokémon stuff they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Pokecity was the weather. It came three times a day, so the people could play with them all day. The precipitation was huge, black Zekroms. There were golden Pokeballs and mahogany burning Ho-ohs. Most days, there were indigo Pokeballs stuck in the chimneys. There were Pokémon blocking the roads, and great Pokeballs were on the telephone wires. The trashmen on Pokecity were always busy. They cleaned up the leftover Pokémon stuff and put it in a forest.

    Life on Pokecity was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of broken, golden Pokeballs with broken wings on them. The next day, there was a hurricane of dead, rainbow Pokémon. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought ripped Pokémon handbooks. One night, there was a tornado that brought Pokémon water bottles. A huge Pokémon covered the food store. They had to use a special Pokeball to get it off. The city was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Pokecity. They climbed onto a giant Star-U's back as a boat. They used paper for the sail and a giant fan to push the boat. After floating on the Indian Ocean for four days, they landed in the town of Willow Grove. When they got there, the children were sad, because they didn't have all their Pokémon toys. The adults were happy, because they didn't want their kids to have that many toys. But, the trashmen felt happy, because they did not have to pick up that much trash any more.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Garofalo Family from Pokecity was watching TV. Their eyes were wide open. Their mouths were in the shape of a circle. They were shocked when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of cupcakes!”
     
    - Stefano Garofalo

    Cloudy with a Chance of Crayons - Olivia Hendrickson

    If you cross the wave tossing Indian Ocean, ski downa snow-covered mountain, ride a huge camel across a hot, hot, hot Dempo Desert, and swing across a boiling rose red volcano, then you will get to Crayon City. In most ways, Crayon City was like any other town. It had rancher and condos. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers helped the kids learn, the classrooms had desks and lots of books, and the kids would play tag at recess. They also had a Target store. But, there were no crayon stores in Crayon City. The sky gave the people all the crayons they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Crayon City was the weather. It came twice a day. It came in the morning before school and in the afternoon when school was over. The precipitation was mostly red metallic crayons, eco green crayons, and carnation pink crayons. Most days, there were crayon boxes stuck in the open windows. There were red crayons in the trees and yellow crayons filled the pools. The trashmen in Crayon City were always busy. They would suck up the leftover crayons in a big vacuum. They would go to the other towns and give the crayons to the day care centers.

    Life in Crayon City was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of melted almond crayons. The next day, there was a hurricane of broken red crayons. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought ripped, empty shadow crayon boxes. One night, there was a tornado that brought old, moldy crayons. Then, a huge, orange crayon box filled with crayons covered the mall. The people had to get a helicopter as big as a rhino trying to fit in a mouse hole got the crayons out of the box. They colored with the huge crayons to wear them down, so the kids could use them. Crayon City was destroyed. The houses were falling apart and all the power cords were snapped from the heavy crayons.

    All of the people decided to leave Crayon City. They climbed onto a huge crayon box to use as a boat. After floating on the Indian Ocean for five days, they landed in the town of Hatboro. When they got there, the children were disappointed, because there were only crayons in the stores. The adults felt worried, because there weren't sure if it would precipitate stuff here. The trashmen were relieved that there wasn't crayon trash everywhere.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Hendrickson Family from Crayon City was watching TV. Their faces looked like frozen ice statues when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of markers!”
     
    - Olivia Hendrickson

    Cloudy with a Chance of Motorcycle - Krishna Katakota

    If you cross the freezing Arctic Ocean, sprint across the spider infested Sahara Desert, flip through a deadly cave, paddle through the blue green Amazon River, and climb to the top of the dandelion pyramids of Giza, then you will get to Motor Land. In most ways, Motor Land was like any other town. It had awesome apartments, marvelous mansions and cool condos. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers never yelled, the classrooms were high-tech, and the kids sat and talked and played basketball at recess. They also had a Walmart. But, there were no motorcycle stores in Motor Land. The sky gave the people all the motorcycles they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Motor Land was the weather. It came one time a day, so they could have a new bike every day. The precipitation was motorcycles, mini bikes, and sports bikes. Mostly, there were Harley Davidsons in the trees. There were Kawasaki's blocking the doors, and Yamaha's were stuck in the chimneys. The trashmen in Motor Land were always busy. They would take the leftover bikes to a different town and recycle them.

    Life in Motor Land was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of weird, mutant pocket bikes. The next day, there was a hurricane of mean, motor monsters. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought motor exhaust which made everybody sick. One night, there was a tornado that brought massive evil motorcycle stickers. Then, a huge oil tank covered the school. The people got a giant bulldozer to lift it off. The town was a disaster.

    All of the people decided to leave Motor Land. They used the big, oil tank as the deck of a boat and some motors to make it move. After floating on the Arctic Ocean for seven days, they landed in the town of Horsham. When they got there, the children were happy, because they didn't live in the junk. The adults felt the same. The trashmen were also happy that they didn't have to clean up the motorcycle junk.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Katakota Family from Motor Land was watching TV. They looked like they were scared out of their skin when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of fried chicken legs!”

     - Krishna Katakota

    Cloudy with a Chance of Money - Damon Kendall

    If you cross the wavy, blue Atlantic Ocean, run across the Badlands in California, snorkel through the underwater king cave, and jump over a deep dark hole, then you will get to Moneyville. In most ways, Moneyville was like any other town. It had regular white twin houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers were fun, the classrooms had white paper tests, and the kids played fun dodgeball at recess. They also had an Acme food store. But, there were no banks in Moneyville. The sky gave the people all the money they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Moneyville was the weather. It came six times a day, because the people wanted a lot of money. The precipitation was $100 euros, $1,000 rupees, and $1 pesos. Most days, there were $1 pesos stuck in the gutters. There were $100 euros filling up the pools, and there were $1,000 rupees stuck on the cars. The trashmen in Moneyville were always busy like yellow bees bringing honey to the hive. They got all the leftover money and gave it to the poor people in other towns.

    Life in Moneyville was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of broken prepaid visa cards that smashed into the car windows. The next day, there was a hurricane of expired $500 GameStop gift cards. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought soggy, ripped $100 bills that were all over the streets. One night, there was a tornado that brought bent coins. Then, a huge $1,000 bill covered the library it was as big as a cruise. They had to get a demolition company to knock it down. The town was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Moneyville. They glued some huge dollar bills together to make a boat. After floating on the Atlantic Ocean for five days, they landed in the town of Hatboro. When they got there, the children were sad, because they didn't have any money. The adults felt relaxed, because they didn't have to clean up the money mess in their yards. But, the trashmen felt as happy as a dolphin, because they didn't have to pick up trash all the time.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Kendall Family from Moneyville was watching TV. They looked like they saw a plant grow legs and walk when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of fried chicken!”

     - Damon Kendall

    Cloudy with a Chance of Ice Cream - Morgan Kiefer

    If you cross the deep, blue Arctic Ocean, snorkel through an underwater cave, tiptoe through a snowy and soft snowdrift, and search for the treasure on an apricot sandy island, then you will get to Ice Cream Town. In most ways, Ice Cream Town was like any other town. It had maroon mansions and mint-green beach houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers taught cursive handwriting, the classrooms had lots of books, and the kids played on the playground at recess. They also had a Justice and Acme. But, there were no ice cream stores in Ice Cream Town. The sky gave the people all the ice cream they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Ice Cream Town was the weather. It came two times a day, so they could have ice cream for lunch and at bedtime. The precipitation was little, brown, crunchy Dibs, pink, strawberry ice cream, and vanilla Oreo ice cream cookies. There was ice cream in the chimneys. Chocolate ice cream was in the pools, and sometimes Upper Moreland colored Flavor Ice bounced on the trampolines. The trashmen in Ice Cream Town were always busy. They would scoop up the leftovers and put it in their trucks that were big as a soft and chestnut giant. Then, they would take it to the dump.

    Life in Ice Cream Town was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of red and green apple water ice. The next day, there was a hurricane of moldy mint chocolate chip ice cream. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought mango pumpkin ice cream that was dripping everywhere. One night, there was a tornado that brought American Girl dolls with sticky pink ice cream all over them. Then, a huge vanilla ice cream sandwich covered the school. The people got on the roof with spoons and ate all of the ice cream. The town was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Ice Cream Town. They used a huge Oreo ice cream sandwich for a boat and strawberry, pink popsicle sticks for oars. After floating on the Arctic Ocean for two days, they landed in the town of Hatboro. When they got there, the children were happy, because now they could get lots of other stuff. The adults were happy, because they were wanted other stuff too. The trashmen were also happy, because now they didn't have lots of trash days.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Kiefer Family from Ice Cream Town was watching TV. They looked an apple tree just fell over in the backyard when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of owls!”

    - Morgan Kiefer

    Cloudy with a Chance of Phillies Stuff - Michael Kilgus

    If you cross the vast, wave tossing Atlantic Ocean, snorkel through the shark infested lake, swing over a humongous pond of pink hippos, and dive through an odd ocean, then you will get to Phillies Island. In most ways, Phillies Island was like any other town. It had mansions. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers taught the children, the classrooms had lots of tests, and the kids played baseball at recess. They also had a Modell's and Dick's sporting goods store. But, there were no Phillies stuff stores on Phillies Island. The sky gave the people all the Phillies stuff they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Phillies Island was the weather. It came twenty times a day, because the players always needed equipment. The precipitation was all kinds of jerseys and shirts. There were gloves of all sizes, and, there were aluminum and wooden bats and practice helmets too. Most days, there were baseballs in the pools. There were baseball bats in the river, and there were baseball gloves bouncing on the trampolines. The trashmen on Phillies Island were always busy. They gave the leftover shirts and jerseys to the poor people on the island next to them.

    Life on Phillies Island was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of wooden bats with copper pine tar all over them. The next day, there was a hurricane of cleats with sharp, metal spikes. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought baseballs covered with grass. One night, there was a tornado that brought bases flying all around town. A huge white home plate covered the baseball field. They had to use a giant crane to get it off. The island was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Phillies Island. They used a giant helmet to make a boat. They used bats as long as a cruiser for the oars and a huge home plate for the sail. After floating on the Atlantic Ocean for seven days, they landed in the town of Willow Grove. When they got there, the children were sad, because they didn't have all the baseball stuff they had at home. The adults were happy, because the baseball stuff wasn't falling on their houses any more. But, the trashmen felt awesome, because they did not have to clean up every day.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Kilgus Family from Phillies Island was watching TV. Their faces looked like an onyx bomb was falling from the sky when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of tacos with hot sauce!”

    - Michael Kilgus

    Cloudy with a Chance of Video Games - Gavin Lewis

    If you cross the shark infested cobalt Pacific Ocean, fight your way through the gizmo graveyard, Crawl through a dark cave filled with spiders, bats, and snakes, and sneak over an island full of skeletons, then you will get to Gameville. In most ways, Gameville was like any other town. It had mansions and townhouses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers gave math homework, the classrooms were fun, and the kids played games outside at recess. They also had a Toys R Us. But, there were no video game stores in Gameville. The sky gave the people all the video games they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Gameville was the weather. It came two times a day, because the kids would use them before school and in the afternoon. The precipitation was adventure and action video games. There were video game toys and video game magazines. Mostly, the video game toys were stuck in the chimneys. The magazines were hanging in the jade trees. Video game characters were blocking the roads, and video games were clogging the gutters. The trashmen in Gameville were always busy. They would take the leftover video game trash to a different town that needed it.

    Life in Gameville was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of games that were very boring. The next day, there was a hurricane of dangerous toy as sharp as needles before being used for sewing that hurt the children. Another day, the outer space fog rolled in and brought game magazines that wrecked the city. One night, there was a tornado that brought 8-bit spiders of doom from the game. Then, a huge raspberry jam terrain twister without the remote covered the Toys R Us. The people tried to push it off, but they couldn't. Finally, they found the remote and used it. The town was a disaster.

    All of the people decided to leave Gameville. They used a giant game case as the base of a boat, a granite disc for the sail, and the controller as a paddle to speed it up. After floating on the Pacific Ocean for seven days, they landed in the town of Willow Grove. When they got there, the children were sad, because they didn't get free games any more. The adults felt okay, because they could buy magazines and newspapers to get the latest news. The trashmen were relieved, because sometimes the video game characters pulled pranks on them. Now, that would never happen again. Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Lewis Family from Gameville was watching TV. Their faces looked like they were burning when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of dragons!”
    - Gavin Lewis

    Cloudy with a Chance of Jewels - Lexie Margelis

    If you cross the wavy, teal Atlantic Ocean, hike through the grassy Frog Field, dig a hole three feet deep, and jump off a cliff, then you will get to Jewelsville. In most ways, Jewelsville was like any other town. It had mansions and scarlet red brick houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers taught art, the classrooms had lots of books, and the kids played on the playground at recess. They also had a Michael's store. But, there were no jewelry stores in Jewelsville. The sky gave the people all the jewels they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Jewelsville was the weather. It came two times a day, because that was enough for the jewelers to make jewelry. The precipitation was dark, blue sapphires, mango, topaz stones, and sparkly, purple amethysts. Most days, there were leftover sapphires clogging up the gutters. There were orange topaz stones stuck in the gardens, and sparkly amethysts were in the chimneys. The trashmen in Jewelsville were always busy. They gave the leftover jewels to the poor people from the next town over.

    Life in Jewelsville was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of huge sapphires as big as car's. The next day, there was a hurricane of tiny, sharp diamonds. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought different kinds of flat jewels. One night, there was a tornado that brought a monster diamond with spikes. A hug Amethysts covered the Michael's store. They had to use a crane to get it off. The village was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Jewelsville. They used a huge flat sapphire to make a boat it was as big as an elephant . After floating on the Atlantic Ocean for seven days, they landed in the town of Huntingdon Valley. When they got there, the children were sad, because they didn't have any jewels. The adults were sad too, because they missed the jewelry. But, the trashmen felt happy, because they did not have to clean up any jewels any more.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Margelis Family from Jewelsville was watching TV. Their faces were so shocked that their mouths were wide open when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of violet grape gumballs!”
    -  Lexie Margelis

    Cloudy with a Chance of Pokémon - Tyler McAlonan

    If you cross the blue, freezing cold Atlantic Ocean, swing on a thorny vine over the lagoon lake full of piranhas, and swim carefully through a pond full of electric eels, then you will get to Pokémon Land. In most ways, Pokémon Land was like any other town. It had mansions and regular houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers were nice and taught the kids, the classrooms had lots of books, and the kids would play kickball at recess. They also had a Game Stop store. But, there were no Pokémon stores in Pokémon Land. The sky gave the people all the Pokémon stuff they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Pokémon Land was the weather. It came once a day, so the trainers could catch them in the morning and train them all day long. The precipitation was mostly red and white Pokeballs, yellow lightning mouse Pikachus, and fire Togepis. Most days, there were Pokeballs stuck in the Maple trees. Pikachus filled up the driveways, so the trashmen couldn't get to their trucks. The fire Togepis were melting the tires on all the cars in the town. The trashmen in Pokémon Land were always busy. They were the trainers, so as soon as they caught the wild Pokémon, they started training them. They had magical backpacks to keep the wild Pokémon they caught.

    Life in Pokémon Land was great until the weather changed. One day, there were Pikachus shooting lightning like crazy. The next day, there was a hurricane of slimy Pokeballs. They were so slippery, the trainers couldn't catch them. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought a huge Topegi that stomped on the school. One night, there was a tornado that brought legendary Pokémon with red slime oozing from their mouths. Then, a huge white Lugia bird covered the Game Stop. The mayor threw a special lightning Pokeball at the Lugia. The bird started to wiggle, went back inside a Pokeball, and the mayor put it in his pocket. The town was ruined. Pokeballs filled the chimneys.

    All of the people decided to leave Pokémon Land. They climbed on the back of a giant Whalelond to make a boat. After floating on the Atlantic Ocean for seven days, they landed in the town of Hatboro. When they got there, the children were sad, because they missed all the Pokémon stuff. The adults felt happy, because they were glad there wasn't any more Pokémon stuff. The trashmen felt happy, because they didn't have to clean as much.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The McAlonan Family from Pokémon Land was watching TV. Their faces looked shocked when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of fire balls!”
     
     - Tyler McAlonan

    Cloudy with a Chance of Sports - Jared McCellan

    If you cross the deep, wavy Arctic Ocean, climb behind a strong wobbly waterfall, parachute over a bubbly volcano, and ride a smelly camel through the hot desert, then you will get to Sports Town. In most ways, Sports Town was like any other town. It had regular white as a blank piece of paper before school starts rancher houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers taught gym, the classrooms had desks and pillows for when the kids read, and the kids played basketball at recess. They also had a Walmart store. But, there were no sports stores in Sports Town. The sky gave the people all the sport things they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Sports Town was the weather. It came every time the people wanted to play a game. The precipitation was mostly Navy Blue baseball bats, green lizard mouth guards, and watermelon footballs. Most days, there were footballs in the rivers. There were Mint green jerseys hanging on the telephone wires, and baseball bats were clogging up the sewers. The trashmen in Sports Town were always busy. They got all the leftover sports equipment and gave it to the fans in other towns.

    Life in Sports Town was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of swinging baseball bats that were hitting the people. The next day, there was a hurricane of talking baseball bats. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought smoky baseball bats. One night, there was a tornado that brought sticky footballs. Then, a huge basketball covered the school. They had to get twenty elephants to push the basketball off. The town was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Sports Town. They used a huge ping pong paddle to make a boat. Then, they stuck long sticks into the balls to make oars. After floating on the Atlantic Ocean for a week, they landed in the town of Huntingdon Valley. When they got there, the children were sad, because no sports equipment fell from the sky. The adults felt happy, because they didn't have to clean up the sports mess in their yards. But, the trashmen felt happy, because they didn't have to clean up sports trash all the time.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The McCellan Family from Sports Town was watching TV. They looked like they got tazed. Their eyes were huge when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of cheeseburgers!”
     
     - Jared McCellan
     

    Cloudy with a Chance of Books - Tyler Mergen

    If you cross the wave tossing Pacific Ocean, swing on a rough mint green vine through a jungle, snorkel through an underwater cave, and climb behind a waterfall, then you will get to Book Island. In most ways, Book Island was like any other town. It had mansions and rancher houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers were cheerful, the classrooms had wooden desks, and the kids would play jump rope at recess. They also had a Giant food store. But, there were no book stores on Book Island. The sky gave the people all the books they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Book Island was the weather. It came all day long, because the people loved books. The precipitation was mostly different kinds of chapter books, bookmarks, and Scholastic book order forms. Most days, the book order forms were hanging from the trees. There were pieces of velvet bookmarks and book covers clogging the sewers, and ripped out pages of books were always on the roofs. The trashmen on Book Island were always busy. They would get the leftover chapter books and give them to the poor people in another town, and they would recycle the pieces of books and book marks.

    Life on Book Island was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of torn out pages from children's books. The next day, there was a hurricane of purple hardback Harry Potter books that were pointy. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought little pieces of all kinds of books. One night, there was a tornado that brought a big twirling bookmark. Then, a huge hardback book covered the Giant food store. The people had to knock the Giant food store down to get the book off. The town was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Book Island. They climbed onto a huge bright orange hardback book to use as a boat, and they tore out the first page to use for a sail. After floating on the Pacific Ocean for five days, they landed in the town of Hatboro. When they got there, the children were nervous, because there thought this town might get ruined too. The adults felt happy, because there weren't any books falling from the sea blue, sky. The trashmen were so happy, because they didn't have to clean up as much as they did before.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Mergen Family from Book Island was watching TV. Their faces had dropped jaws and wide eyes when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of glitter!”

    - Tyler Mergen


    Cloudy with a Chance of Soccer Cleats - Brendan Moran

    If you cross the vast, deep Southern Ocean, ride a giant, Alabama map turtle around a snake infested island, backstroke through a hot, bubbly volcano, and sprint through the Jumpy Jungle, then you will get to Soccer City. In most ways, Soccer city was like any other town. It had mansions. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers gave extra recess, classrooms had globes and planets, and kids played soccer at recess. They also had a Dick's Sporting Goods. But, there were no soccer cleat stores in Soccer City. The sky gave the people all the soccer cleats they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Soccer City was the weather. It came eighteen times a day, because players needed them pronto or else they could not play soccer! The precipitation was emerald green cleats, ruby red cleats, and robin's egg blue cleats. Most days, there were leftover Nike cleats crash landings on top of towers in the city. There were Adidas cleats hitting the air bases, and Joma cleats were flooding the oceans. The trashmen in Soccer City were always busy. They sold the leftover cleats to the pros for lots of money.

    Life in Soccer City was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of broken sole plates with neon green mohawks. The next day, there was a hurricane of ferocious, sharp Nike Swishes with fangs like an angry vampire. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought demented kangaroo leather cleats that spun webs like a wolf spider. One night, there was a tornado that brought 500 soccer cleats in one second. A huge Adidas Predator LZ covered the Union Stadium. They had to use the biggest crane in the world to get it off. The city was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Soccer City. They tied the shoelaces together on 5,000,000 Nike Mercurials to make a boat. After floating on the Southern Oceans for two days, they landed in the town of Willow Grove. When they got there, the children were happy, since they were safe. The adults were crazy happy, because they were getting bruises from the cleats in their home city. But, the trashmen felt as light as paper, because they had less weight to clean up.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Moran Family from Soccer City was watching TV. Their faces looked like sweaty monkeys on a hot day in Africa that just found some water when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of apes and snakes!”
     
    Brendan Moran


    Cloudy with a Chance of Gymnastics - Erin Murphy

    If you cross the deep blue Pacific Ocean, run through a wiggly, wet waterfall, and skip through a scary, onyx cave, then you will get to Gymnastics City. In most ways, Gymnastics City was like any other town. It had regular apartments. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers who were fun, the classrooms had decorations, and the kids played gymnastics on the grass at recess. They also had a Dollar Tree store. But, there were no gymnastic stores in Gymnastics City. The sky gave the people all the gymnastics stuff they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Gymnastics City was the weather. It came two times a day, so they could get the stuff in the morning and the night. The precipitation was mostly smooth balance beams that were as white as marshmallows on a stick, big, bouncy gymnastics balls, and huge, lime green gymnastics mats. Most days, there were balance beams on the highways. There were big gymnastic balls in the pools, and the gymnastic mats covered the houses. The trashmen in Gymnastics City were always busy. They got all the leftover gymnastics stuff and put it in a pile at the junkiest house in the city.

    Life in Gymnastics City was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of gymnastics balls. They were everywhere. The next day, there was a hurricane of balance beams that were broken in half. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought ripped gymnastic mats. One night, there was a tornado that brought gymnastic leotards. They were all over the city. Then, a huge gymnastic mat covered the Dollar Tree. Everyone in town pulled hard to try and get the mat off. The town was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Gymnastics City. They used a huge gymnastic mat to make a boat. Then, they stuck long sticks into the balls to make oars. After floating on the Pacific Ocean for seven days, they landed in the town of Willow Grove. When they got there, the children were happy to see regular snow. The adults felt good. But, the trashmen felt happy.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Murphy Family from Gymnastics City was watching TV. They looked like they were shocked when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of Pegasuses!”

    - Erin Murphy


    Cloudy with a Chance of Dinosaurs - Jacob Nyholm

    If you cross the vast Pacific Ocean, sprint around an island covered in leaping lava, dive into an underwater cave, free climb the steep side of a mountain, then you will get to Dino City. In most ways, Dino City was like any other town. It had condos, split levels, and stone houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers were nice and fun, the classrooms had lots of windows and apricot brick walls, and the kids played soccer at recess. They also had a Rita's and a Modell's. But, there were no dinosaur stores in Dino City. The sky gave the people all the dinosaurs they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Dino City was the weather. It came two times a day. It came one time for defense and once for the kids to play with. The precipitation was orange and red Velasaraptors that have sharp talons. There were huge jade T-rexes with tiny arms, and bigger pine green Barosauruses with long necks. Mostly, there were Velasaraptors on the roofs. There were pterosaurs in the gutters, and Pleeziasaurs in the swimming pools. The trashmen in Dino City were always busy. They would train the water dwellers to act as boats, the air dwellers as planes, and the ground dwellers as cars and trucks.

    Life in Dino City was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of smelly ruby red, dead Quetzocoatluses as large as a small plane fitting in a door of a house. The next day, there was a hurricane of sharp bronze, broken T-Rex bones. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought tons of pink Barosaurus brains that were as small as walnuts. One night, there was a tornado of T-Rex teeth that were the size of a school bus. Then, a huge dead Barosaurus covered the Modell's. They used the world's biggest crane to get it off. The city was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Dino City. They climbed on the navy blue Pleeziasaurs' backs, so they could swim the people to a new home. After floating on the Pacific Ocean for seven days, they landed in the town of Huntingdon Valley. When they got there, the children were excited and sad to have a new home. The adults were happy and relaxed that they didn't have to worry about the danger. The trashmen were oh so happy to have less work!

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Nyholm Family from Dino City was watching TV. Their faces looked like monkeys that ate sour bananas when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of mango snakes and gray apes!”
     
    - Jacob Nyholm


    Cloudy with a Chance of Football Stuff - Adam Siravo

    If you cross the vast, blue Atlantic Ocean, hike up bronze Mount Everest, slide down a rough waterfall, and swing past the lonely lumberjacks in the forest, then you will get to Football Village. In most ways, Football Village was like any other town. It had condos and split level houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers were nice, kind, and gentle, the classrooms were big with shelves and desks, and the kids would play football at recess. They also had a Rita's water ice store. But, there were no football stores in Football Village. The sky gave the people all the football stuff they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Football Village was the weather. It came two times a day, so the children could have football stuff at recess and at night. The precipitation was mostly black and green Eagles footballs, huge two-feet long footballs, and bumpy pink, polka-dotted footballs as pink as a dyed cat. Most days, there were brick red pads falling in the fields. There were footballs bouncing on trampolines, and jerseys were hanging from the street signs. The trashmen in Football Village were always busy. They took all the extra sports stuff to a club.

    Life in Football Village was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of mint green slimy, bumpy footballs. The next day, there was a hurricane of broken violet Viking helmets. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought frozen shoulder pads. One night, there was a tornado that brought ripped footballs with rotten fluff coming out of the laces. Then, a huge helmet covered the school. The people got 20 planes to carry a huge net that got the helmet off. The town was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Football Village. They used a giant cleat to make a boat. They used a huge jersey for the sail. After floating on the Atlantic Ocean for five days, they landed in the town of Hatboro. When they got there, the children were sad, because they got lots of sports stuff in their old village. The adults felt happy, because they didn't have sports stuff falling on their houses all the time. The trashmen felt happy, because they had less work. But, they were a little sad, because they got a lot of money at their old job.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Siravo Family from Football Village was watching TV. Their faces looked like a turkey fell on their car when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of Disney characters!”
    - Adam Siravo


    Cloudy with a Chance of Flowers - Kylie Steere

    If you cross the rip roaring Pacific Ocean, row across a lava exploding, dangerous volcano, crawl under an enormous waterfall, swing on the green vines in a forest full of bats, they you will get to Flowerville. In most ways, Flowerville was like any other town. It had regular brick houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers taught math and reading, the classrooms had desks and windows, and the kids sat on the bars at recess. They also had a Giant food store. But, there were no flower stores in Flowerville. The sky gave the people all the flowers they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Flowerville was the weather. It came three times a day, because the people loved flowers. The precipitation was pretty African violets, red, blue, and purple carnations, and amazing crocuses. Most days, there were violets in the pools. There were carnations in the chimneys, and there were crocuses stick in the trees. The trashmen in Flowerville were always busy. They got all the leftover flowers and gave them to other towns that didn't have flowers.

    Life in Flowerville was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of giant flower pots that crashed to the ground. The next day, there was a hurricane with huge monster flowers everywhere. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought small flowers covered in creepy crawlers. One night, there was a tornado that brought an enormous flower. Then, a huge flower petal covered the town. They used a crane to get it off. The town was ruined. There were flower petals everywhere.

    All of the people decided to leave Flowerville. They used a giant flower petal as a boat and the stems as oars. After floating on the Atlantic Ocean for a week, they landed in the town of Hatboro. When they got there, the children were sad, because they didn't have as many beautiful flowers any more. The adults were happy, because they didn't have to clean up the flower mess in their yards anymore. But, the trashmen felt happy, because they had nothing to clean.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Steere Family from Flowerville was watching TV. Their eyes were wide and their mouths were gaping when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of diamonds!”
    - Kylie Steere


    Cloudy with a Chance of Animals - Christina Szalwinski

    If you cross the cold, aqua blue, Titanic sinking Atlantic Ocean, crawl through a pitch black tunnel, and climb up the tallest, flowering cherry tree in Flibberty Gibbet Forest, then you will get to Animal Island. In most ways, Animal Island was like any other town. It had trailers, Mansions, and sheep white beach houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers were nice, gave out heart treats that were as fizzy as eggs on a stove and never yelled. The classrooms had rulers, desks, and classroom libraries, and the kids played Hop Scotch and jump rope at recess. They also had an Old Navy store. But, there were no animal stores on Animal Island. The sky gave the people all the animals they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Animal Island was the weather. It came twenty times a day, so the people could play with them all day. The precipitation was fuzzy, calico hamsters, spotted, black dogs, and deer mice. Most days, there were cute fuzzy hamsters stuck in the heaters. There were teacup pigs as spotted as Dalmatians that got stuck in the pipes, and flightless kiwi birds were crawling on the cars. The trashmen on Animal Island were always busy. They captured the leftover animals and put them in a special zoo.

    Life on Animal Island was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of muddy dogs, cats, hamsters, and birds. The next day, there was a hurricane of slimy deer mice, leopards, bunnies, and fish. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought giant tropical birds. One night, there was a tornado that brought huge owls, bunnies, dogs, and stuffed animals. A huge bunny covered the school. They had to get a huge carrot to get the bunny off. The island was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Animal Island. They climbed onto a giant bunny that was going to swim them to safety. After floating on the Atlantic Ocean for seven days, they landed in the town of Hatboro. When they got there, the children were sad, because they missed all the animals. The adults were sad too, because they also missed the animals. The trashmen wanted to be happy, but they couldn't. Their daughters missed the animals too much.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Szalwinski Family from Animal Island was watching TV. Their faces looked like they were shocked when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of hamsters!”
    - Christina Szalwinski


    Cloudy with a Chance of Soccerballs - Logan Taylor

    If you cross the deep, wavy Pacific Ocean, sprint through the Kunjoo Cave, swing over a river full of piranhas as mean as sharks eating little fish, and cross a pond with a pile of angry alligators, then you will get to Soccer Village. In most ways, Soccer Village was like any other town. It had condos and mansions. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers liked the kids, the classrooms had desks and windows, and the kids played soccer and basketball at recess. They also had a Toys R Us store. But, there were no soccer stores in Soccer Village. The sky gave the people all the soccerballs they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Soccer Village was the weather. It came three times a day, so the kids could practice in the morning, afternoon, and after dinner. The precipitation was golden soccer balls, black soccer balls, and sunglow yellow soccer balls. Most days, there were golden soccer balls blocking the doors. There were sea green soccer balls blocking the roads, and silver soccer balls clogging the rivers. The trashmen in Soccer Village were always busy. They got all the leftover soccer balls and gave them to poor children in other towns to play with.

    Life in Soccer Village was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of soccer balls with fuzzy bug legs that were crawling on the school. The next day, there was a hurricane of fern green soccer balls covered with slime that were crashing on the roof of the Toys R Us. Another day, the fog rolled in and brought demented soccer balls that were bouncing all around the city. One night, there was a tornado that brought muddy soccer balls. Then, a huge flat soccer ball covered the school. The firemen sprayed the huge soccer ball with their big hoses until the huge soccer ball flew off. The town was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Soccer Village. They wanted to float on a huge soccer ball. The people climbed on top and started running to make it go. After floating on the Pacific Ocean for three days, they landed in the town of Willow Grove. When they got there, the children were sad, because soccer balls didn't fall from the sky any more. The adults were sad, because they liked the soccer balls too. But, the trashmen felt happy, because they only had to work once a week.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Taylor Family from Soccer Village was watching TV. They looked like they saw a huge soccer ball crash into their house when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of footballs!”

    - Logan Taylor


    Cloudy with a Chance of Phillies Players - Victor Williams

    If you cross the deep, wavy Arctic Ocean, sprint around the lava filled volcano, tightrope walk over a pond of sharks, then you will get to Philly Land. In most ways, Philly Land was like any other town. It had regular split level houses. The school was just like the Upper Moreland Intermediate School. The teachers taught math, the classrooms had desks, and the kids played basketball at recess. They also had a Sam's Club. But, there were no Phillies stores in Philly Land. The sky gave the people all the Phillies players they wanted.

    The main thing that was different about Philly Land was the weather. It came once a day at night, because that's when the games were. The precipitation was Ryan Howards, Eric Krazes, and Carlos Ruizes. There were always Ryan Howards hanging in the trees. There were Carlos Ruizes filling the gutters, and Eric Krazes filled the pools. The trashmen in Philly Land were always busy. They would pick up the leftover Phillies players and drop them off at the Citizen's Bank Park.

    Life in Philly Land was great until the weather changed. One day, there was a storm of Ryan Howards screaming like little girls. The next day, there was a hurricane of broken Julian Peiares. Another day, the fog rolled in brought chocolate Jonathan Paplepon. One night, there was a tornado that brought a vampire Shane Victorino. Then, a huge baseball park covered the Sam's Club. They had to get a big truck to lift the baseball park off the store. The town was ruined.

    All of the people decided to leave Philly Land. They climbed on the backs of the Phillies players who swam them to a new home. After swimming on the Arctic Ocean for seven days, they landed in the town of Hatboro. When they got there, the children were sad, because they liked the Phillies players falling from the sky. The adults were okay, because they didn't really like the baseball players all over their yards. But, the trashmen felt relieved, because they didn't have to do that much work.

    Everything seemed fine, until one morning. The Williams Family from Philly Land was watching TV. They looked surprised when they heard the weather report. The weatherman said, “It's going to be cloudy with a chance of screaming Barbie dolls!”
     - Victor Williams