I made the best macaroni sandwich with honey

I made the best macaroni sandwich with honey glazed ham and sweet mustard with lettuce, tomato and melted swiss cheese. I glazed pasta sauce on it. My friends made fun of me but I

will you? But then something whistled past my head, leaving a slight, sour ringing in my ear. I ducked, just in time to avoid the barrage of deli pickles pelting the wall behind me

The pickles flew through the air like fighter pilots, zipping past my ears narrowly avoiding me. I ducked and dodged as best I could, only ending up with pickle juice in my hair.

I caught Margie Thompkins by the elbow and led her out of the food fight zone. We were almost round the bend to the janitor's closet when the basketball player in the back lobbed a

huge steamed cabbage at us. All that was left of Margie Thompkins was her elbow, still clasped in my hand. I wept and shook my fist, crying "Food fights are not good for children

!" This food fight had caused my friend to die! The fist that I was shaking was also still grasping the remains of Margie's elbow. In a fit of rage, I threw her elbow at Mr. Green.

Mr. Green dodged it easily and picked Margie's knee up off the floor and launched it at my head. Someone in the back yelled, "Margie Fight!" and suddenly pieces of Margie were flyi

Ng all over and Colonel Mustard told Professor Plum, "Blimey! Mr. Green has a few loose screws!" Mrs. White replied, "Just a few? I count 4,294 screws." Mean Mr. Mustard and Pam

in her polyester pantsuit and Sergeant Pepper embellishments pointed at the sinking Temple of What You Remember. "Bob's his uncle but no Builder."