Pasta Puns – Derek and Peter

“Peter, don’t eat with your hands!” Sheila, the mother, commanded her son, who is eating spaghetti with his hands.

“But mom, I’m not stroganoff to use a fork.” Peter laughed.

“The real Peter would never admit to not being stroganoff…you must be an impasta!” Derek hopped on the pun train.

“You’ve lost your noodle!” Peter responded.

“I bet you paid a pretty penne for that one.” Derek said.

“No way, puns are a part of my daily rotini.” Peter said.

“You look as dough you’re coming up with these on the spot!”

James is shaking his head. “Would you guys cut it out?” He asked with shake of his head.

Wheat a minute, we’re not done yet!” Peter and Derek said at the same time.

“Here we go agrain.” James deadpanned.

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Terrible Tennis – Stella and James

Stella pranced onto the clay tennis court, dribbling the tennis ball in place on one side of the court.

James begrudgingly stepped to the other side of the court. He was forced to help his sister practice.

“Ready for this?” Stella shouted.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” James said half heartedly.

Stella served the ball forcefully. James ran after it but missed by a long shot.

“You’re supposed to hit the ball!” Stella said.

“Then hit it to me!” James retorted.

Stella served another ball, this one towards James. He swung after it but it bounced and hit him in the face, knocking his glasses off.

“That makes the score 30-love.” Said Stella.

“But you only scored twice? And what do you mean by ‘love?'” James questioned in confusion. He got to his knees in attempt to locate his glasses.

“Tennis scoring goes 15, 30, 40. And love means you have zero points.”

And out of seemingly nowhere, Peter ran by saying, “Guess that means James really does get a lot of love when it comes to girls!”

Stella cracked up and James, after returning his large white glasses to his face, began to walk away.

“Where’re you going? You still need to help me practice!” Stella shouted after him.

“To get a girlfriend.” James said simply.

Peter and Stella were beside themselves with laughter, falling to the clay court.

Trio Bro Havoc

“You broke mom’s special vase!” Fretted Derek, the oldest sibling and brother of the McWilliams family.

“No way, James did it!” Accused Peter, the second oldest sibling and brother.

“I was sitting on the couch, minding my own business. How could I have broken it?” Challenged James, positioning his big white glasses. He’s the middle child, and youngest boy.

“Regardless of who did it, we have mom’s vase on the floor in thirty different pieces!” Derek began to nudge the pieces together with his foot.

As they were all beside themselves with worry, their little sister, Stella, waltzed into the room. “You guys broke mom’s vase?”

Peter snapped his fingers. “We’ll blame Stella!”

“Excuse me?” She questioned.

“That’ll never work…” Derek said.

“Why don’t we tell mom the truth?” James said, seeing no point in lying.

This earned him a smack to the back of his head from both of his older brothers.

Stay tuned for the next part! ‘Til then, happy reading!