Peter Parker One Shots

Peter Parker and the Hairy Spider (I used a Plot Generator)

Once upon a time there was a Selfless boy called Peter Parker. He was on the way to see his Girlfriend Michelle Jones, when he decided to take a short cut through Central Park.

It wasn't long before Peter got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he felt into his bag for his favourite toy, but was nowhere to be found! Peter began to panic. He felt sure he had packed . To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, he saw a Hairy spider dressed in a Red Science Pun T-Shirt disappearing into the trees.

"How odd!" thought Peter.

For the want of anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed spider. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Peter reached a clearing. In the clearing were two houses, one made from Potatoes and one made from muffins.

Peter could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger.

"Hello!" he called. "Is anybody there?"

Nobody replied.

Peter looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving Peter a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was !

"!" shouted Peter. He turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"

The witch just shrugged.

"Give back!" cried Peter.

"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.

"At least let out of that cage!"

Before she could reply, the Hairy spider in the Red Science Pun T-Shirt rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the cleaning.

"Hello Big Spider," said the witch.

"Good morning." The spider noticed . "Who is this?"

"That's ," explained the witch.

"Ooh! would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the spider.

The witch shook her head. " is staying with me."

"Um... Excuse me..." Peter interrupted. " lives with me! And notin a cage!"

Big Spider ignored him. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."

Big Spider looked at the house made from muffins and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from muffins if I wanted to."

"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have ."

Peter watched, feeling very worried. He didn't want the witch to give to Big Spider. He didn't think would like living with a Hairy spider, away from his house and all his other toys.

Big Spider put on his bib and withdraw a knife and fork from his pocket.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Spider. "Just you watch!"

Big Spider pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from muffins. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

And more.

And more.

Eventually, Big Spider started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of muffins, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Spider.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.

Big Spider never finished eating the front door made from muffins and remained trapped in the witch's cage.

"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep ."

"Not so fast," said Peter. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from Potatoes. And I haven't had a turn yet.

"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."

The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give him a chance. It's only fair."

"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the spider. He won't last long."

"I'll be right back," said Peter.

"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted back."

Peter ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, he broke off a piece of the door of the house made from Potatoes and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece.

Peter sat down on a nearby log.

"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."

"I haven't finished," explained Peter. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."

When Peter's food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from Potatoes. Once more, he roasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Peter was down to the final piece of the door made from Potatoes. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He finished his final course. Peter had eaten the entire front door of the house made from Potatoes.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"

"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little boy won fair and square. Now hand over or I will chop your broomstick in half."

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

Peter hurried over and grabbed , checking that his favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, was unharmed.

Peter thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Michelle. It was starting to get dark.

When Peter got to Michelle's house, his Girlfriend threw her arms around him.

"I was so worried!" cried Michelle. "You are very late."

As Peter described his day, he could tell that Michelle didn't believe him. So he grabbed a napkin from his pocket.

"What's that?" asked Michelle.

Peter unwrapped a doorknob made from muffins. "Pudding!" he said.

Michelle almost fell off her chair.

The End