Once upon a time, a Mr Carrot and his wife were going to Mrs Potato’s pool party in the kitchen sink.
Then Mr Carrot’s wife’s eyes went red and she tried to eat him. Mr Carrot jumped out of the way and she ate his brother by accident.
“Yes! He’s gone!” said Mr Carrot. “I never liked him anyway,” said the evil Mrs Carrot.
Suddenly, they heard a noise. “Get me out of your stomach!” a voice said.They carried on walking and pretended nothing had happened.
When they got to the pool party, there was nobody there.
“Why are you here?” asked Mrs Potato. “I cancelled the pool party until next week.”
When he woke up the next morning, Mr Carrot said to Mrs Carrot, "I want to go on The Food Factor."
"NO! I want to win The Food Factor!" said his wife. "Let's both go on the show and see who wins the final."
Mr Carrot said, “You just want to go see Simon Carrot. ”
“Yes, I know. It’s my dream to meet him,” she said. Mrs Carrot danced with excitement.
She tripped and fell off the counter and Mr Carrot heard her say, “He’s way better than yyyooooouuuuu . . .”
SPLAT.
Mr Carrot went to the washing machine where Mrs Potato lived, but she wasn’t there. He found her in the oven, trying to get a tan.
"I need your help. I want to win The Food Factor," he told her. "You don't want to ask me. I'm a horrible singer!" she replied. "Aaagggghhh!"
“It hurts. So bad,” he said.
But then Mrs Potato said, “I know a person who can help you with your singing: Pharrell Tomato.” Mr Carrot said, “I want to meet this lady!”
“But it’s a man,” said Mrs Potato. “His house is a one-and-a-half minute walk. He lives in a fruit bowl on a table beside the kitchen table.”
“Gosh, that’s a long walk!” said Mr Carrot.
Mr Carrot found a piece of paper and a fan and he made a paper plane. He put on his veggie goggles and his veggie hat, and he flew over to the fruitbowl.
Mr Carrot rang the doorbell. The door bell sound was ‘Cause I’m happy, come along if you feel like a room without a roof!’
The door opened and Pharrell Tomato was there. “What do you want?” he said, “I’m busy trying to pick a hat for my next gig.”
"Can you help me with The Food Factor, I am going to try to enter it?" said Mr Carrot. Pharrell Tomato agreed to help Mr Carrot and gave him some advice.
"You know, there's one really good singer on The Food Factor, if you want to win, you'll have to beat them!"
“Who is this great singer?” asked Mr Carrot. “It doesn’t matter,” replied Pharrell, “I’ll help you sing and teach you the latest fashion trends, looks like you need them!”
Two days later, The Food Factor began. Mr Carrot felt excited and a bit nervous. His tummy tickled and he wasn't sure if he was ready to perform.
When Mr Carrot stepped on stage, the lights turned on and he felt really nervous. As he started to sing, the judges’ faces froze and their eyes nearly popped out! Their jaws dropped to the floor. Simon Carrot folded his arms and said “I don’t have the words to say how good you are, but it’s four fat yes’s from all of us.
Mr Carrot dropped the mic and shouted “OMG!” He ran off the stage in excitement and bumped into . . .
Mrs Carrot!!!
“I thought you were dead!” shouted Mr Carrot. “No, no, I still love you so I came back for you” replied Mrs Carrot.
Mr Carrot was confused. “I thought you didn’t love me.”
Mrs Carrot smiled at Mr Carrot, but she had an evil look in her eye. She walked out onto the stage and started to sing.
Pharrell Tomato shouted: “There’s that singer I was telling you about, she is the best singer in this competition!”
“But that’s my wife,” said Mr Carrot.
After the performance, Simon Carrot came backstage. He found Mr and Mrs Carrot and said: “I want you both to come to my house for a party, I want to perform together.”
Mrs Carrot was very happy, so happy she danced! Mr Carrot said he didn’t mind, even though he would rather sing by himself.
Simon Carrot put his arm around Mrs Carrot and said: “Listen to me, I’m going to give you some advice since I’m a carrot and I understand carrots, if you’re nice to Mr Carrot, he will be nice back to you – this way you can be a success in music!”
“OK” said Mrs Carrot, “how hard can it be?”
Just then, Mrs Potato arrived, she had taken the fruit bus all the way to the competition. “Hey everyone, my pool party is on tonight.”
Mr Carrot said: “Hey I’ve an idea, why don’t we combine the two parties together.”
Simon Carrot suggested that he bring the stage with him. Pharrell Tomato said: “I have one question, do you have hot dogs? Because I adore hot dogs!”
“Of course!” replied Mrs Potato.
Later that night at the party, Mr and Mrs Carrot and Pharrell Tomato decided to perform together. “What song shall we sing?” they asked.
“Uptown Veg you up!” the crowd roared.
