Alfred and the Broken Cup/Princess Lemon and the Tennis Tournament (feat. Kate Micucci)

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Lemonada. Hey, storypires, podcast listeners. Lee here.

“On today's episode, Baby with a Mustache reunites”

with her sister, Toddler with a Go-Tee,

who is played by the incredible special guest,

the wonderful Kate Mikuchi. And grown-ups, if your fans of Kate like we are, any of you have kids which we assume you do, you're definitely going to want to check out Kate's new book, that's part of the acclaimed elephant and piggy early reader series.

It's called The Monster and Puppet Show. And I can tell you from experience. It is really, really funny. And not only did Kate write it, she did all the illustrations, which are so good.

The Monster and Puppet Show is on sale February 24th, 2026 from Union Square Kids. And if you know anything about the book business, you know that pre-orders really make a difference in help authors. So if you're so inclined, let's help Kate out

and pre-order her book. There really is no one more creative and more kind than Kate is. And the Monster and Puppet Show reflects that really, really well.

“And as if that wasn't enough Kate Mikuchi,”

she also has an amazing new album for kids

that I can't recommend enough. It's called My Hat. And it's heartfelt and just plain fun songs capture so much joy. So stream it wherever you get music. Okay, onto the episode including two brand new stories written by kids

and more story love with Lee and Peter after a few more words for the grownups. (upbeat music) Hey grownups, Lee here. See story pirates live our amazing touring cast including Eric.

We'll be visiting some East Coast cities this spring to perform some of your favorite songs from the podcast. And they'll take suggestions from kids in the audience to create a brand new story that will only be seen once.

Best of all, all of our upcoming shows are on weekend, so no need to worry about school nights or bedtime routines. We'll see you soon in Munhal, Pennsylvania, just outside of Pittsburgh, Cincinnati, Ohio, Fort Smith, New Hampshire, Metford, Massachusetts,

just outside of Boston and Richfield, Connecticut. Tickets to all the shows are on sale now at storypyrids.com/live. Yes, baby with a mustache. You know what I was just thinking about? How dare you?

You know that the gift of foresight was lost to me after my mother, the goddess Priya, angered the mid-guards, servants who in recomputs thereof, used its banks to extract by magical power of sater. So no, I don't know what you were just thinking about.

Oh, okay, I'll just tell you then. Oh great. I was wondering how long the rest of the story pirates are gonna be mad at us. Why on earth would they be mad at us?

Because we were in charge of filling up the gas tank the last stop, but instead we built swords from the cardboard we found at that dumpster

“and other ship is out of gas in the middle of nowhere?”

Oh, that. I forgot why I was carrying this empty gas canned out a desert road. Fear not, baby with a mustache. The story pirates inability to hold a grudge

is legendary. I've been trying to start a rivalry with Lee for years, but he keeps forgetting he's mad at me. It's infuriated. I'm great at holding a grudge.

Finally, someone I can relate to,

whom is it you begrudge? Sorry, I can't see their name. It would give them too much power. - Patty, I love it. - How about you?

- Take your pick. My brother, Sigmund the Blue, my great-grand-fuse, snorey Stirlson, skull, the wolf who will devour the sun at Ragnarok. He thinks he's so big and important.

Who eats the sun? - Also, Bjork. - Why do you have grudges against all of them? - I honestly can't remember. - But I'll never forget.

- Look, a gas station. Woo, with a bunch of beautiful motorcycles lined up out front. - Bikers, how exciting. They really are the closest thing we have left of Vikings, but wait a minute.

Those are the smallest motorcycles I've ever seen. - Oh no, I know those strikes. - You've seen them before? Huh, no offense, baby, with a mustache, but I don't really think of you as a character

with a back story. - Oh, she's got a back story all right. - You? - Well, well, well. If it isn't baby, with a mustache,

my baby sister. - That's your sister, but she's, she's right, a toddler with a go-tie.

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- I love storytelling.

- It just fell me out with joy.

I love the jokes. - Yo, yo, my guess. - It's maybe very proud of my fighting. - Well, I want a crab claw in there, but it can't be good. - I definitely think I can be more creative now.

- I'm the champion. - The solid pie, what's? - Welcome back to the story Pirate's podcast, everyone. - Where we take stories written by kids. - And turn them into sketch comedy and song.

- And sometimes we accidentally run into our long-law sister and have no choice, but to turn around and walk back the way we came. - You're running away?

“- Hi, guess that's what you're best at, you baby.”

- Let's go, sig freed. - No, maybe with a mustache. We can't go back to the ship without completing our mighty quest of refilling this gas can. - Also, the tension between the two of you is electric.

I can't look away. You're not going anywhere until we settle this. - And who's gonna stop me? - I'll tell you who me and my baby, Biker gang. - A toddler with a go-ty with a Biker gang?

This I simply must see. Can we please, please? - Ugh, fine. - Oh, but first, let's do a story. - A story, hey?

I guess that's something we can agree on. - Hey listeners, this first story is another one

from an amazing kid at an amazing school in the Bronx

that took part in StoryQuest, our digital creative writing program. Here's the author to introduce it. - Hi, my name is Alfred. I'm your soul, and I live the New York.

This is my story. I'll find in the broken cup. - Good morning, Alfred. - Story I'm late, Gladys. The line at the coffee shop was out the door.

- You love your coffee. - Can't start my day without it. - Just like, I can't start my day without a little piece of chocolate. - Oh, do you want a piece?

- No, thank you. You keep the rest of that chocolate bar for yourself. I don't have time. - Oh, that's right. Today's the big day.

- It sure is. It's my big presentation for the boss. Boy, am I nervous? - I'm sure you'll do great. You always do.

- Thanks, Gladys. - Well, I better get ready. I don't have much time. - Huh, looks like you spilled a little bit of your coffee. - Oh, no, the cup broke.

My coffee is dripping out.

“- You want me to get you a mug from the break room?”

- No time, I got this. I will fix the cup with this. - You're going to tape the cup and perfect. No more trips. - Problem solved.

You're always so clever, Alfred.

- Thank you, Gladys. Now if you'll excuse me, I have even less time to prepare for my big presentation. Oh, no, the tape broke. The coffee is leaking again.

- Are you sure you don't want me to go to the break room? - It's right. - No Gladys, I said I got this. - Oh, okay. - Uh, here, I'll use this.

- You're going to put it into a plastic shopping bag? - Ed. - Perfect. - No more trips. - That's a pretty unique solution.

- Well, I'm a pretty unique guy. Now if you'll excuse me, I have even less time to prepare for my big presentation. - Ah, the bag broke. - The coffee is still leaking.

- How is there still liquid in there? - What do I do? What do I do? - Alfred, please. If you let me go to the break room.

- Oh, my big boy. - Oh, I mean, I can figure this out. What do I have? Uh, huh, here. - You're going to put the coffee cup

in that poted, fikus plant? - And perfect. - See, no more trips.

“- But your coffee is just going into the dirt.”

- And I'll break it out of the dirt. - Good morning, Alfred. - Oh, Ms. Enrique said, good morning. - I'm very excited for your big presentation today. Are you ready to get started?

- Yes, of course. - Just give me one minute and I'll see you in the conference room. - Fantastic. - Say, nice fikus. - Thank you.

(door slams) - You don't have much time. - Yes, glad I signed my wire. - But it's okay. - I just need a moment to collect money.

(door slams) - The flower pot shattered. - Coffee is filling everywhere. - I'll get the mugs. - No, you will not.

- I am a big strong boy. - And I can take care of a tiny link of my coffee. - That is not tiny. How does it have so much liquid? - It just does, buddy.

- Alfred, I'm sorry, I'm yelling. - It's okay. You're under a lot of pressure. - I appreciate you. - Thank you.

- You, intern. - My name's Todd here. Hold this cup of coffee, then curl yourself and draw ball around it. - What?

- How do I... - Back. - Okay.

(screaming)

- Go, now I'll just lift you up like this.

- Ah, perfect. - See? No more tricks.

“- Alfred, you can't give your presentation”

carrying the intern. - Are we gonna do it tomorrow? - It's fine. - Now if you'll excuse me, I have no time left because of time

for my big presentation. (grunting) - The intern broke. - I'm okay. - Alfred, that coffee cup is possessed.

It's shooting coffee like a garden hose. Please, I could have gotten 20 mugs by now. - You've just... - I got that. - No, you don't.

(ding) - Alfred, I hate to rush you, but I don't have all day. - Of course, Miss Henrykton. (laughing)

Just a little intern, Miss Ab. I'll be right there. - All righty. Alfred, be reasonable. - Hi, I beg you.

- You're reasonable. - In fact, I have an idea and incredibly reasonable idea. - Okay, good, 'cause I was starting to worry that. - Everyone in the office, huh?

- Listen up, I need to plug the hole

“in this coffee cup and you're all going to help me.”

Bring me the following items. - Red, Tangerine, York, Jackets, Travis's birthday cake, a bucket of mud, payroll records 2008 to 2016, hot glue, every desk in the office, the carpet, your cubicles, computers,

and literally every other item except for the mugs. - Why? - Gather them all and smash them into our gigantic ball of mush. You've got five seconds.

- Alfred, there's no way that-- - No! - Oh my god, I don't know how. - Actually, do I get-- - Hey, that's my gem.

- No, that's what I'm talking about. I keep it tight. - Yeah. - Now to put my coffee cup on top. And, I did it.

It stopped dripping. - Alfred, I'm out of time. Either you give this presentation right now. Oh, y'all. - Wait a minute.

Why is the office completely empty? - And what is this giant amorphous ball? - Oh, this? Just my copy. - Oh.

- Hmm. - Miss Hendrickson, I deeply apologize for the delay. - Head on into the conference room. I am right behind you. - Last chance, Alfred.

(door slams) - Whew, that was a close one. But I did it. Now if you look excuse me, Gladys. I and my coffee cup have a presentation to give.

- You can't actually carry that? - That's literally everything in the office. - Of course I can. See? Huh?

(door slams) (door slams) (door slams) - Now what? Maybe I'll just leave my coffee out here.

You might've put it down on top of your chocolate bar. It's nearly the same level. - I guess. - Thank you Gladys. - It stopped the chocolate bar plugged the leak.

- Whoa, how about that? - Thanks for all your help, Gladys. You're a real friend.

- Of course, I guess you're finally ready

to give that presentation. - But not before I've had my coffee. (door slams) Hey wait a minute, this is not coffee anymore. It is hot chocolate.

(door slams) (door slams) - Oh, Alfred. (door slams) (door slams)

(door slams) - Hey, Alfred. - Yes, boss? - You're fired. - Oh, thank goodness.

I had nothing planned for this presentation. - What? - The end. - Oh, that was great. - A real classic.

- All right, enough play time. Here comes the rest of my breaker game. - Here we go.

“- You remember toddler with a soul patch?”

- I'm one cool little man. (laughs) Some glasses. - This is toddler with some side burns. - I must have missed my nap.

- 'Cause I'm feeling cranky. - And finally, our newest member, fall the notes. - Hi, I'm Rick. - Quiet, fall the notes. - Sorry, I'm just glad to be here.

- You replaced me with a bald adult? - Replaced. Baby with a mustache. You used to be part of this crew? - That was a lifetime ago.

- When you abandoned us, we thought, what's the opposite of a baby with a mustache? The answer, a bald adult. It's been great for me.

My wife is always saying I need to get out more.

- Quiet, fall the note. - So sorry. - I didn't abandon you. I got an opportunity to make something of myself on my own. - And so you left without even leaving a note.

- First of all, I'm a baby. I can't spell. Second, when the story pirate's called, you answer. - Ha, all I heard is that you think you're better than us. Is that what you all heard?

- It's what I hear. - Definitely what she said. Yes, I also heard that. - Quiet, fall the note. - What? My fault.

- What do you want from me toddler with a go-toe? - I told you to settle this once and for all.

- I challenge you too.

- A baby bro!

- All right young people, I want a nice clean brawl.

- Smitty, where did you come from? The referee code. - Whenever a challenge this big is thrown down, I simply appear. - How?

“- I cannot reveal the secret odds of the referee.”

- Okay, but what is a baby brawl? - Don't get me wrong, I love a good battle, but I'm not sure how I feel about supporting a baby battle. - Oh, it's not a physical fight, Sigfried. - Good.

- It's much more intense than that. - Let's play! - The baby brawl is an ancient tradition. Over the centuries, there have been a special few very young people blessed with beautiful facial hair.

We fuzzy tots have been shunned by society forced to live by our own roles and traditions. But our lineage is long and proud and includes such luminaries as the Dutch philosopher tight with a vandike and the medieval muralist

cherub with a chin strap. Some's hair origins are even older, dating all the way back to a mythical cave baby with a big bushy beard. - Save us the history lesson toddler with a goat tea.

- Are we doing this or what? - Baby brawl round one, milk drinking. - Whoa, where did this table covered with dozens of baby bottles come from? - I can't say, referee code.

“- I think I've been underestimating referees.”

- Babies, on your marks, get set, feed. (bell ringing) - Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, Where does that scoreboard come from?

Let me guess, referee code, and that was actually already there. Baby brawl round two, sleeping through the night. You're going down! Oh, I'm going down all right, down for the night! Ready, set, rock a bite, baby!

So, we're just gonna wait here, all night? No, wait the baby, but yes, that's part is less exciting. We'll be right back after a few words for the grown-up.

Hey grown-ups, Lee here, Sea Story Pirates Live, our amazing touring cast, including Eric,

will be visiting some East Coast cities this spring to perform some of your favorite songs from the podcast. They'll take suggestions from kids in the audience to create a brand new story that will only be seen once. Best of all, all of our upcoming shows are on weekend, so no need to worry about school

nights or bedtime routines. We'll see you soon in Munhall, Pennsylvania, just outside of Pittsburgh. Cincinnati, Ohio, Portsmouth, New Hampshire, Medford, Massachusetts, just outside of Boston, and Richfield, Connecticut. Back it's to all the shows are on sale now at storypirates.com/live.

“Good morning, what time is it, did I do it, did I sleep through the night?”

Oh no, I'm sorry, it's 2.30am, you did not sleep through the night. Round two of the baby brawl goes to Baby with a mustache. What happened? Did I win? You did it, Baby with a mustache, the score is 1-1.

Don't get comfortable, you don't stand a chance. Alright, this is the dreaded final round of the baby brawl, the Diabolical Game of Pickaboo, whoever resists the urge to laugh wins. Ah, this is the test one. Baby with a mustache, you're first, you've got this, remember, just don't laugh.

No problem, I mean no problem. Ready, set, where'd I go? Ah, we did he go, I can't see him, he was here just now, but now all I see are hands. Oh, Shmitty, my dear friend, what did you go? Come back, come back.

Baby you never existed permanent, sizzling illusion, pickaboo.

He's right here.

You got me, well, Spitty that was good, that was very good.

Oh, I'm afraid that is a miss.

“Okay, ta da with a go-tie, this is your chance to take the win.”

You got this, twig. I believe in you as well. I, it bowled a dot. Oh, hey, I'm not even here. Here we go.

Ready, set, where'd I go? Oh no, he's gone, where'd he go? Oh, I don't like this, why do you leave? Why does everyone leave?

First my sweet baby sister was a mustache runs away to join a bunch of story pirates.

And now the funny referee is gone. Why? Come back, I want my sister. Pickaboo. I want my sister.

Pickaboo. I want my sister. He's right there. Oh, he didn't leave. He was just behind those hands.

[laughs] Incredible. Oh, I did not see that coming. Wow, it's my face red. Oh, I thought he was gone.

Like for good, but look, he's back. Wow. Wild stuff. Toddler with a go-tie. You miss me.

Of course I do. You're my sister.

But you were always so mean to me.

You take my toys without asking. Drink my bottle, steal my mustache wax. Of course I did. I'm a toddler. I barely have any impulse control.

“But you always seem so poised, so mature.”

And not just for a baby. I guess I was jealous of how sophisticated you are. jealous of me? Well, but I've always been jealous of you. You can walk across a room and hardly ever fall on your butt.

You can eat solid food and grow incredible facial hair. Not just on your upper lip, but also on your chin. Taller with a go-tie. I've always looked up to you. But baby with a mustache.

What about your grudge? I think I'm ready to let it go. Hmm. I guess you truly are a story pirate. What do you say, Sess?

Yeah, that sounds alright. Bring it in, your big baby. No! toddler with a go-tie and baby with a mustache. Have done the unthinkable.

They have both. One the baby brawl. It's a tie. A tie. What on earth is a tie?

They both win.

I have literally never heard of that.

You know, sick freed. This whole letting go of grudge is thing is actually pretty nice. You should try it. You should try it. Oh, baby with a mustache.

Never. Ah. That's worth a shot. Instead, let's do another story. Yes, please.

Yeah. And here to introduce it is the author. Hi. My name is Nora and I'm eight years old and I live in Arizona. Now this is my story since I'm in and this tennis tournament.

Ah. What a refreshing morning here in the lemon kingdom. For me, Princess Lemon.

“I think I'll open the window and greet the day.”

Good morning, my sour subjects. Stop being so loud. I don't want to go to work. It's too early. The sun's too bright and going back to bed.

Boy, the townsfolk truly are sour. Good morning, Princess Lemon. I have your breakfast. Lemon cereal with a side of lemon toast. Lemon waffle with fried lemon bacon.

And a glass of fresh squeezed lemon juice with extra lemon. Wonderful. So delicious. I'll be sure to pass your compliments along to the lemon chef. Oh, lemon, butler, I've had it.

I love the lemon kingdom. But every day is just sour, sour, sour. I need to find a way to balance things out. Well, Princess, you have reached the age where one typically becomes betrothed. Perhaps a prince could be that change you're looking for.

A prince? Yuck. Now don't you be sour, Princess. How about this? We will hold a royal competition amongst all the princes.

And the prince who wins gets the chance to ask for your hand. I suppose that tradition says I don't have a choice. That is correct. Alright. But I will choose the competition.

It shall be a tennis tournament. But you are the very best tennis player in the entire kingdom. Oh, just because I can do this with a tennis ball and racket. It's something! Oh, wow.

Whoa. That tennis ball hit me in the exact place necessary to fix my lifelong chronic back issues. Thank you, Princess Lemon. Bell kick.

Then it's settled, Lemon Butler, assemble the princes at once.

It's time for a royal tennis tournament.

“Hello, everyone, and welcome to the first ever Lemon Kingdom tennis championship.”

I'm Lamon Mackenrow. And I'm Martina Navratilemon. It's an exciting day for tennis. Just listen to that crowd. Tennis is so noisy.

Why are everyone shows how squeaky? The quarter two green, I'm going back to bed. Boy, those Lemon Kingdom townsfolk sure are sour. You said it, Lamon. Here comes the Lemon Butler to kick things off.

Princess Lemon. Before we begin the tournament, please allow me to present the princes competing today. Ugh. Let's get this over with Prince Potato. Good morning, Princess.

Put it there. Yes, Charlie. You've made hands a little dirty. I've me bundered round it. Two dirty.

Next Prince Onion. Oh, be with you. How am I ever going to win? I can't do anything right. It's too scary.

Are there any good princes in this kingdom? Next is Prince Sugar. I Prince Sugar.

“I brought you this bouquet of sugar cane.”

May it sweeten your days as your presence has sweeten my. Oh, my. He's sweet. Perhaps too sweet. And finally, Prince Radish.

I brought you this. Yes. Is that a pile of dirt? And there's more when that came from Prince Radish. And I'm shocked.

And I'm spicy. I'm going to beat everyone at this tournament, including Sugar. A little Prince syrup over here. And then I'm going to marry you. Ugh.

Wait. To overpowering. Oh, I thank you. Now that all the princes are here, let the lemon kingdom tennis championship begin. Hmm.

What a tournament has been so far, never to lemon.

After several sets of play, Prince Sugar has captured the hearts of Lemon Kingdom with his sweet strokes and elegant sportsmanship. And a dainty drop job winner. That's game set match to me. Good match, Prince Potato. It was an absolute joy to share the court with you.

Dude, I'd be honest.

“I started brooding for you like halfway through our match.”

Rooting. And my roof. Not to be outdone, Prince Radish has also been dominating with his aggressive play style. I win. Prince Onion.

More like Prince Onion. Because you're nothing, yeah. I don't even like tennis. I just wanted to get married. And with that decisive win, we move forward immediately to the final match.

Prince Radish versus Prince Sugar. Bring it on. I'm here, Prince Radish. I need to give it my all. Made a best Prince win.

Well, I've done with you. I'll have to change his kingdom's name to the Aspartame Kingdom. Because it'll be Sugar Free. Yeah. Me.

I mean. All right, Prince's on your marks. Get set. Tenis. Top spin law.

The gently kisses the baseline. Woo.

A powerful smash right down the center of the court.

Yeah. A perfectly placed cross court top spin forehand. Woo. I could do this all day. Wow, this match has lasted all day, but it's finally match point for Prince Sugar here in the fifth set.

Sugar sets up to serve. Prince Radish, you may be strong. But try and keep up with this. Sugar rush. A tremendous serve to finish it off.

Prince Sugar is the winner of the Lemon Kingdom Championship. No, no. Oh, I despise you, sugar. I hate this tournament. And this racket.

Ah, snap. Oh, my god. Oh, Prince Radish, don't break your racket. Here. Take one of my brackets to break instead.

Oh, please. We like him. Everyone stop looking at me. I'm going back on the ground. Yeah.

Congratulations, Prince Sugar. You have won the Lemon Kingdom Tenis Championship. And as your prize, you shall receive the hand of Prince. Not so fast. Prince Sugar.

You haven't won the tournament until you beat the very best player in the land. Me! Unheard of. There's no way the Prince would accept such... I accept.

What? What? Be warned, Princess. I respect you too much to not give it my all. I expect no less.

Saving! An ace for Princess Lemon. You're incredible. Serving? I behind the back eyes closed 360 back flips mash.

Wild doing her taxes. Your breath takers. Serving? Also. Ow.

That tennis ball ace Prince Sugar bounced off the court.

Put out two house fires, knocked four cats off trees into their owner's arms,

spun back around.

“And lightly hit me on the back of the head in the way that corrected my vision.”

Princess Lemon. I surrender.

I'm no match for your grace.

For your skill. And dare I say. You're a beauty. Prince Sugar. You're so sweet.

And with that, Princess Lemon wins without losing a single point. I know when to humbly accept my defeat. I shall take my leave. Prince Sugar. Before you go, will you do me one favor?

Anything for you, Princess. What do you... Mary, me? Now that would be sweet. I now pronounce you Princess Lemon and Prince Sugar.

Yay! In honor of the newlyweds, lemon slices and sugar cubes for everyone. Hmm. These are sort of an odd combination. But so are we.

“I suppose just like this cup of sugar and lemons,”

we will have to find a way to balance the sweet and sour for the good of the kingdom. Oh no! A rainstorm. It's going to ruin these treats. Oh, look!

The rainwater is mixing lemon and sugar in those cups. I wonder. Oh, wow! This is delicious, try this. This is incredible.

The sugar has ate the lemon to make something better. As I bow to do for you, Princess Lemon, I shall be your lemonade. Ooh, good name. Get it?

The end. Now, please, speaks with the author. So Nora, you wrote Princess Lemon and the tennis tournament. Yes. How did you get the idea for your story?

Well, when I was younger, my dad used to tell me that it was bedtime stories and told me to put the lemon stories and that's why I got the idea. Oh, that's amazing. So this is the character that you've been living with for a long time.

Yeah. I love in your story. How Prince Sugar has to play Princess Lemon at the end of the tournament? Have you ever been in a situation where you lost a game of some kind and you had to decide whether to be like a good sport or a sore loser?

Sometimes I play a game with my dad or brother. And when I lose against them, I just limit. I don't really like to win, but I'm still a good sport. And what kind of things does a good sport do? They're like, "Good day." They help somebody out to sleep with a tennis racket or something like that.

That's cool. Do you have any advice for any listeners who are trying to be better sports when they lose? How do you handle that moment? What do you do?

“Well, I would say, like, you should take the other player's hand.”

Yeah. Are there any like things about Princess Lemon that we wouldn't know from reading your story that you know about her? Yes. There's another story I'm speaking about writing, where her kid, there's Princess Lemonade in Prince Lemonade.

And they go through the fruity pink velvet battle. Princess Lemonade battles against Princess Strawberry. And they get strawberry lemonade in Prince Lemonade. That's what I get from Princess Lemonade. And they make friends or lemonade.

So there's a lot of battles and there's often a refreshing beverage at the end. Yeah. What about any like, new kinds of lemonade that you could invent? Um, lime lemonade? Um, a grape lemonade?

Um, a chocolate lemonade? Ooh, now we're talking, okay. I have two lemonade for you to taste test. You need to choose one of them. One of them is a peanut butter and jelly lemonade.

And the other one is a glass of salmon lemonade. Which lemonade would you like to drink? A peanut butter and jelly lemonade? Because I just don't like salmon, but I like peanut butter and jelly. Take a drink and let me know what you think.

I got some bread in there, but it tastes good. Okay. Here's two more lemonade that I want you to taste test. Are you ready? Yeah.

The first one is a crab cake lemonade.

And the next glass. It's like a Thanksgiving turkey mixed with the sweet lemonade. Which one would you like to try? A crab cake lemonade or a turkey lemonade? I'll take lemonade.

All right. Take a sip. Well, I got a crab call. There's but it tastes good. Yeah, sorry about that.

I thought I got all the crab claws out of there. Nora, thank you so much for letting us perform your story. I'm excited to hear the podcast. Bye. Bye.

Welcome back to Story Love, where we take stories written by kids and we read them and we talk about them. My name's Lee and I'm here with Peter. That is your name. Yep.

Peter, let's get started.

Would you read our first story for us?

Lee, I would love nothing more. Our first story comes to us today from a six year old

From Canada named Beth.

And Beth's story is called The Rolling Restaurant. Ooh. Once upon a time there was a girl and she liked to go to restaurants. Relatable. One time when she was in one of her many restaurants,

she felt some bumping and then she felt some wobbling. But then she looked out the window and she saw that the restaurant had wheels. She went to the front of the restaurant where you order your food and saw that there was a steering wheel. He didn't even notice her.

It was zooming through the town.

“And that's why you should never go to a restaurant”

unattended that doesn't have an outside. The end. Okay.

So when I read this the first time, I was like,

"Oh, I gotta ask Peter what that lesson is means." But now here and out loud, I totally understand. Oh, do you please tell? Well, there is no patio on the restaurant, right? Okay.

So there was a patio on the restaurant. It's a good indication that the restaurant can't just up and start moving. Oh, that's brilliant. Yes. You put your chairs outside your rolling restaurant.

You drive way. You lost all your chairs. That's right. That's right. Not to mention your little heaters.

Oh, yeah. Or any covers that you have. Honings. Honings table, silverware, place settings. Yeah.

All right. I'll tell you the thing that I'm most intrigued about in this story is who he is. He is the steering wheel. The wheel itself.

Yeah.

“I believe that the restaurant is owned and operated by the steering wheel.”

And that's where you get the steering wheel takes your order, too. Oh, okay. Because the person goes up to where they take the order of your food. And that's where the steering wheel wheel was. And he didn't even notice her.

So do you think this girl walked into this restaurant? It, you know, you order up front, so maybe it's fast food or it's a less. There's no waiters. Right. All right.

Order at the counter. And in this case, you're saying she walked in and goes, oh, here's a steering wheel that I speak into order from.

She didn't notice it at first.

First, she probably got her seat. You know, you want to get your good, a good table first. Right. You go. You put your jacket on the chair.

And then you go, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Lee. Are you the type of person that goes into order at the counter? Yeah. And then you go into order at the counter.