Wrote this last night when my neighbors were shooting off fireworks at 1:30 AM.

Happy Fourth of July, everyone.

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Jazz stared open-mouthed at the food attacking each other in the kitchen. She could see every content of the refrigerator, from the glowing green mob of spaghetti (That was attacking the carrots) that she had made last night with Mommy, from the old ham (That had grown teeth and was munching on the countertop, not caring about the broccoli that was attacking its flank) that Jack always kept next to the emergency button.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" She yelled to her little brother, who sat in the middle of the mess just playing with his trucks.

"I honestly have no idea of what I did." The five year old replying, sending the truck into the oncoming cookie monsters.

"WELL, FIX IT!"

"I don't know how!" The kindergartener protested. "I just said 'attack!' And then they attacked!"

"Try saying 'retreat' or something, then." Jazz replied.

"RETWEAT!" Danny yelled, his lisp making him pronounce it wrong. Jazz was about to correct him when the attacking food froze midair, and then dropped to the floor, the green glow around them gone.

Jazz toed a fallen carrot, making sure it won't come alive and eat her. Danny continued to play with his trucks, crashing the red on into the rotting ham.

"Danny, we have to pick this stuff up now," She ordered sternly.

Danny stared at her for a moment before saying "Food, back to base!"

Jazz rolled her eyes. "Danny, that's not going to-" she gasped.

The food had started to glow again, before floating upwards and zooming back into the refrigerator. The door slammed shut, and the kitchen bore no evidence that the food army was ever there.

Danny went back to playing with his trucks.

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Alright guys I've been busy as heck so I'll make this quick.

Review this or may the flies of a thousand camels infest your armpits.

Have a great Fourth.