Pasta!

"Pasta, pasta, pasta!" Sang Spaghetti as he walked down the sidewalk. He was going to his friend's house to make her some pasta. "I've heard," he said, "That in her country, they eat a lot of pasta too! Woo hoo, now I have someone else to share my pasta with! Well, along with Commander, that is!"

He finally reached his friend's front door and knocked. "Yoo-hoo, Spaghetti is here!" He waited a while before someone answered the door. "Oh, hey Spaghetti!"

It was Dragonheart.

"So, it's time to make pasta!" Spaghetti said and ran right inside.

a couple minutes later...

Tomato was walking down the sidewalk when he stopped at Dragonheart's house and froze. There was excited screaming coming from the house, along with the occasional "Pasta!" Tomato silently walked over to the door and peeked inside.

The house was a mess. There was pasta everywhere. Pasta and pasta sauce. Spaghetti and Dragonheart seemed to be swimming through it all, covered from head to toe in every single type of pasta imaginable! Tomato gasped and kicked open the door. "CAN I JOIN YOU GUYS?" he yelled, and before awaiting an answer, he jumped right in.

A loud chant could be heard coming from the house during the eerie hours of the night.

"WE LOVE PASTA! WE LOVE PASTA! WE LOVE PASTA!"