It was the night of Valentines Day. Sutton-in-Ashfield Hall ‘s romantic music was dying out as lights turned off around the town. The cold wind swept through the misty air as a man wearing a top-hat strolled through Burton Street.
When he turned round to look at a shop selling shoes, his umbrella was mysteriously whisked away. “Creepy” he whispered to himself, wiping a raindrop off his glasses. As he continued his evening stroll, more of his items disappeared; his cloak, his top-hat, his glasses, everything, gone. “Is it Sherry wanting her pasta maker back?” he questioned and walked towards a telephone box. “Hello police?” he said, but before they could answer back, the telephone vanished. With that, he ran back to his little cottage in Hucknall, trying to spot the mysterious burglar.
Meanwhile, on top of Berry Hill, Mansfield, an army was being formed. All the leftover pasta scraps had been dumped into the nearby Power Plant, causing them to come alive. “We all know Bobbo has gone to explore this strange planet.” shouted the general, Sergeant Wheat.
They all marched down the cobbled walkway, pushing trees and humans out of their way. “Dum-dee-dum-dee-dum-dee-dum” said Sergeant Wheat. “Dum-dee-dum-de-der-de-dum” replied the rest of the army.
This continued as they marched across Nottinghamshire, and unfortunately for the robbed man, his house was the first one. He looked out of his window as he heard the army song outside his door. As soon as the glass was up by a centimetre, the pasta scrambled inside and began to smash everything they could see. “Get off me tea!” he shouted as one spilled the liquid on the floor. “Disgusting!” it remarked and ate a wooden basket. “There’s nothing like proper food!” it said.
By now, the man, who’s name was Thomas, was angry. He picked up his dad’s old walking stick and flattened Sergeant Wheat.
“Attack!” Wheat replied. “Uh-oh” whispered Thomas.
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