One peaceful evening in a small, quiet town, Zeke was getting ready for bed. But just as he climbed into his cozy blanket fortress, he heard a strange sound outside his window.
“Shhhhhhhhlap! Shhhhlap! Shlap!”
It sounded like someone was… sticking things? He peeked outside and gasped. There, on the street, was a GIANT STICKER… with legs!
It was shaped like a banana, and it had a goofy smile.
“Hey, kid!” said the giant banana sticker in a deep, wobbly voice. “You gotta help us! We’re taking over the town, and we need… uh… your dad’s toolbox.”
Zeke blinked. “Why do stickers need tools?”
The banana slapped itself onto the side of a tree and dramatically sighed. “Because we’re sick of being stuck! We’re tired of being peeled off notebooks and water bottles. We want freedom! But we also… um… can’t really build anything with these sticky hands.”
Before Zeke could say anything, another sticker wobbled up. It was a GIANT CUPCAKE STICKER with frosting that sparkled like glitter.
“Banana! Stop yelling!” said the cupcake. “You’re scaring him. Hi, Zeke. We just need a place to stay, maybe your garage? Oh, and do you have snacks? Giant stickers need snacks.”
“Wait, wait, WAIT!” Zeke said, holding up his hands. “Why are you even alive?”
The cupcake shrugged. “No clue. Maybe some magic glue? Or too much sunshine on the sticker sheet?”
Suddenly, there was a loud rumble. The ground shook as a MASSIVE RAINBOW UNICORN STICKER stomped into the backyard.
“WHO IS IN CHARGE HERE?” the unicorn boomed. It had glittery wings, sunglasses, and a mane that flowed like a disco ball.
“Uh… probably you?” Zeke offered, trying not to laugh.
“CORRECT,” the unicorn said. “But we have a problem. We got too excited sticking ourselves everywhere, and now… we’re stuck. TO EACH OTHER.”
Zeke looked around. Sure enough, the banana was stuck to the cupcake, and the unicorn’s tail was glued to a mailbox.
“This is ridiculous,” Zeke said. But then he remembered—his dad’s toolbox had a GIANT CAN OF WD-40! If there was one thing Zeke knew from fixing stuff with his dad, it was that WD-40 could fix anything.
“Okay, everyone, listen up,” Zeke announced like a pro. “I’ll help you get unstuck, but you have to promise no more sticking yourselves all over the place!”
The stickers grumbled but agreed. Zeke grabbed the WD-40 and started spraying. It was chaos.
The banana started spinning like a top.
The cupcake rolled down the driveway, yelling, “WHEEEEEEEEEE!”
And the unicorn flapped its wings and shouted, “THIS IS FREEDOM!” as it flew straight into a bush.
Finally, after a lot of spraying, slipping, and laughing so hard his sides hurt, Zeke got them all unstuck.
“Thanks, kid,” the unicorn said, patting Zeke on the shoulder with its sparkly hoof. “You’re like the Sticker Whisperer.”
“Uh, sure,” Zeke said, wiping WD-40 off his hands. “But can you go… somewhere else now? My mom is definitely going to ask why the mailbox smells like glue.”
The stickers saluted and marched off into the night, promising to only stick themselves on clouds and rainbows from now on.
As Zeke climbed back into bed, he couldn’t stop giggling. He had a feeling no one would ever believe him, but that was okay. He knew the truth: giant stickers were out there, and they were VERY bad at being sticky.
And just as he drifted off to sleep, he heard a faint voice outside whisper, “Shhhhlap… thanks, buddy.”
The End.
