Sausage Party Rip Off

Chapter 1: At the store

I wake up in my calm, LED lit grocery aisle, hoping today is the day I am bought. I'm standing with my friends in our little corner of the shelf chit-chatting about who will be taken first. Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Juanita, the taco shell. My favorite activities include hanging out with friends, and hoping I don't break apart. I'm a very fragile taco shell.

I am in a package of taco shells and we're all connected. We have the same packaging, and we've been together since the factory. Think of it as siamese twins that can separate. I'm in between the canned tomatoes, and the canned jalapenos. The jalapenos have a spicy attitude, but the tomatoes carry juicy gossip.

I hope i'm bought some day. I'm unfortunately in the very back of the shelf, and have been stuck back here for quite some time now. I heard the food that is bought are loved, and forever cherished by their human owners. I want to be loved. I've always been alone and very introverted towards my fellow food-friends. That's why my only friends in the store are the jalapenos and the tomatoes. Not because they're the only ones next to me, but because they're the only ones that I can tolerate. The sauces are really annoying and the canned beans always complain because they think they should be refrigerated because "They're a real protein".

Anyway, I strike up a conversation with my friend Rosy, the diced canned tomatoes, and she barks,"So, did you hear about Tiffan-AAAAAAA". And she was taken. A human grabbed her face and ripped her out of the shelf. I've never been so horrified. It takes me a while to get over the fact that she was literally just taken out of her home, but I feel happy for her. She finally was bought by a human. She'll finally be loved. I want to be loved.