The Adventures of Super Potato

Episode 2: Super Potato saves Starchville from a giant crocodile

Pineapple stew was considered a delicacy in Starchville. Good pineapple stew was hard to find. It was almost as hard as finding a needle in a haystack. Pote considered his pineapple stew the best in the world! Everyone thought it was appalling.

Pote was in his kitchen cooking some pineapple stew. His mouth was watering as the smell of the delicious pineapple stew wafted through his quaint little kitchen.

As the stew in the pot turned the perfect shade of yellow, Pote couldn’t help but drink the stew right from the pot!

BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP! BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP!

“No! Not now Pehtin! I’m having my pineapple stew!” Pote whined to Pehtin, “You want some?”

“Nobody likes your pineapple stew, Pote,” Pehtin retorted.

“Oh well, more for me,” Pote said gleefully.

“So, this giant crocodile the size of a humpback whale is running through town destroying everything in sight,” Pehtin flashed a short video of the crocodile rummaging through town. “I suggest you get your face out of that soup and save the citizens!” Pehtin rolled his eyes when he saw Pote slurping his stew from a bowl.

“But my mother’s at home! I can’t just fly out of my kitchen now!” Pote complained.

Pehtin signaled off with a smirk and the screen of The Patch went blank.

Pote brought another bowl of pineapple stew to the living room for his mother. Little did Pote know that his mother hates his pineapple stew just as much as everybody does.

“Pote! Sit down and watch television with me!” His mother’s sweet voice sounded.

Pote tried to escape after putting down the bowl but his mother pulled him down on the couch by his collar.

“Actually, uh, I have to, uh, go, uh, to the, uh, bathroom! Yeah, bathroom! My bladder is really weak today, I’m not sure why, maybe it was the pineapple stew but maybe not….” Pote kept on blabbering. His mother could see right through him and got upset.

“Alright Pote, if you don’t want to watch the Memoirs of a Bingo Caller, then it’s fine with me,” his mother reassured him.

Pote smiled awkwardly and dashed out of the house, not forgetting to put some pineapple stew into a tumbler while transforming into Super Potato. Maybe he might get hungry on the way!

“Do not fear! Super Potato is here!” Super Potato shouted heroically after dashing out the door.

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“HURGHH GREHHH!” the crocodile wailed. He seemed upset.

People were seen scampering in all directions taking cover from the vicious crocodile tearing up the town. The top of a building was ripped off as the crocodile put it in his mouth like he was sucking on a Popsicle.

The crocodile wailed even louder when he spit out the top of the building.

“Hey! That’s my office!” Super Potato scolded, “Thanks, I don’t have to go to work tomorrow!”

“HURGHH GREHHH!” the crocodile wailed again. Super Potato got enraged when the crocodile started stomping on a nearby park, destroying all the trees and the nice, soft grass. So, Super Potato started punching and kicking and using all the special gadgets Pehtin invented for him. The crocodile just shooed away his punches and kicks and simply yelled in pain when a laser made a dent in his very thick, very hard reptile skin.

The crocodile just continued wailing and tearing off buildings and trees and putting them in his mouth. Subsequently, he spit them out.

“What is wrong with you, stupid crocodile?!” Super potato screamed, annoyed that none of his gadgets were of use this time.

“HURGHH GREHHH!” the crocodile wailed once more. It bent down and picked up a random woman running for her life.

“AAAHHHHH” the woman shrieked as she was being lifted high into the air by the crocodile about to be eaten, “Save me, Super Potato!”

The crocodile released the woman and she freefalls into the stinky trap that is the crocodile’s mouth.

“Gotcha!” Super Potato swoops in and saves the woman just in time and sets her on the ground. Unfortunately, Super Potato lost his tumbler of pineapple stew because it fell into the crocodile’s mouth.

“HURGHH GREHH! HURGHH GREHH!” the crocodile is stomping around, more furious and louder than before.

Then it suddenly stopped yelling.

And this was when it hit Super Potato.

Hurghh grehh? Hurgreh? Hungreh? Hungry! Hungry! The crocodile has been telling Pote that it was hungry!

“It’s hungry!” Super Potato used his super-loud-pocket-megaphone and told everybody. Potatoes started bringing in food from everywhere, from their houses, restaurants and everything.

The crocodile jumped around in joy, licking its lips.

“Want the food? Take it and go back to where you came from and leave us potatoes alone okay?” Super Potato talked slowly so he knew the crocodile would understand.

The crocodile nodded happily and took the food from the citizens of Starchville, and disappeared into the horizon.

The Starchville citizens cheered for Super Potato as he flew back home to his mother.

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“Oooh, look at that heroic young potato saving the town from that big crocodile!” Pote’s mother has had her eyes glued to the television set ever since Super Potato was on the news.

“Mo-o-o-mmmm,” Pote whined, making ‘mom’ sound like it had six syllables, “can I watch my shows now? I don’t want to be missing the new episode of Potatobob Starchshirt!”