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"Kids, up, up, up!" said the orphanage's cook.  

"Today we get visitors!"   I almost toppled off my 

bunk.  That was right! Today was the day that 

some couples from town would check out the 

place and look for a child.   "Callie Dunn, you'd 

better hurry up!" my best friend Ashley warned.   I 

was never good at waking up in the mornings.  

Fast forwarding to the middle of the day, I was in 

class reading when suddenly the book started to 

shimmer and a hole opened up in the pages. I 

looked over at Ashley, terrified, and realized that 

the same thing had happened to her, too!   The 

holes grew larger, and larger, until we were 

sucked in headfirst.

   I woke up in a puddle of mud with cramps all over my body.   My eyelids fluttered sleepily as I pulled myself to my feet.   "Callie!" Ashley 

exclaimed.   "I thought you had died!" "Died?"   I looked at her, confused.   "Wait...Where are we?"   Only then did we notice our surroundings.  

I gaped in awe at all the delicious sights around me.   Ashley's jaw dropped to the ground.   "is it just me,"   I whispered.   "Or ...can you see 

what I see?"   The dirt road looked like crumbled Oreo cookie and the "mud" that I was laying in was actually...hot chocolate?   Tiny 

marshmallows were bobbing inside.   The grass alongside the road looked exactly like funnel cake, complete with powdered sugar.   Clumps of 

clustered popcorn were scattered about the funnel cake and multicolored lollipops stood crookedly in the fields. Yum!  Ashley and I headed 

towards the collection of large candy bars rising off the ground in the distance.   The closer we got to civilization, the tidier the landscape 

became.   The lollipop trees and popcorn bushes were trimmed and put in rows, the funnel cake grass was mowed and no longer stuck up all 

over the place, plus, the road didn't have puddles and was now made of Jolly Ranchers. We knocked on the door of a gingerbread house and 

waited.   After a minute, the door opened suddenly and someone snatched us inside. The inside of the house was not at all what I'd expected it 

to be. It was so detailed, I could barely tell that it was candy!   A crown molding was done in white frosting, and the furniture was stuffed with 

cotton candy and covered with pieces of Fruit Roll Up.   In the kitchen, the tables, chairs, and appliances looked like giant pretzels and were 

covered in creamy chocolate.   "Umm...Callie?"   Ashley questioned, waving an arm in front of my face. "You were kind of daydreaming. He 

asked you how old you are. "Eleven," I responded quickly, starting to blush.   "Great," said a gingerbread man. I turned around and saw him. 

He had lots of Smarties buttons, he was outlined in white chocolate, and he wore sunglasses which were made of licorice. "Are you crazy?!" he 

yelled. "No one is dumb enough to be outside! Especially with Carson's ferrets running around!" As soon as the Gingerbread man said that, an 

earsplitting screech started emitting from a speaker in the wall. We could all still hear the banging on the door. "Let us in, or we'll let 

ourselves in! We heard you mention the Great Carson! You will be in such big trouble!" Ashley and I watched as a scared looking Gingerbread 

man pressed down on one of his candy buttons. A trapdoor opened up beneath our feet! "Whoa!" we said in unison.   A large apple pie saved 

us from getting hurt.   "Mmmm..."   Ashley said, licking her lips.   It was pitch black in the cellar until the gingerbread man turned on a light 

after he jumped in after us.   A dim glow illuminated the small room.   Nearly everything was made out of black licorice!   "All rightly..." he said.  

"Let's get started." Just then the door got knocked down and someone entered the room above us. "We know you're in here!" We heard you 

mention things that are unmentionable! When we catch you, you'll be executed!" We all held our breaths until someone else said, "No one is 

here, Bob. It must have been the next house." When the intruders were gone, the Gingerbread man told the story of Carson, the evil sorcerer, 

who took over Sweetsville and tortured everyone who lived there.   Recently, the gingerbread man's wife and two children had died, due to 

Carson's selfish work. He had used them as testers to see if his newest pain, agony, and death spell worked.   Now, Carson had invented a 

machine that would make the citizens of Sweetsville fade away, and then, the whole country of Fantasy Land!   You must save us!" pleaded the 

gingerbread man.   "You won't disappear because you aren't native to these lands.   Quick! Take this book before it's too laaaate...!" He thrust 

a book into Ashley's hands, and faded away into nothingness.   "No!   Gingerbread man! I didn't even know your name!   Ashley cried. "Come on 

Ashley," I said to her.   "We've got a mission to complete!"

   Several hours later, Ashley and I were sleeping in a Sour Patch's cupcake house.   The kind old gummy named 

Angie had offered to give us a place to stay only under one condition:   That we would save her now seven-year-old 

grandson that had been kidnapped by Carson's evil ferrets.   The little boy had somehow seen them work their magic, 

and he was never seen of since.   Ashley had promised that we would bring back her little boy, but I wasn't so sure 

that we could do something like that.   I mean, who said anything about being heroes?   In the morning, we wolfed 

down a couple of waffles with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and lots of sprinkles on top.   Soon we were ready to 

continue our quest.   Angie bid us goodbye and some good luck.   Fortunately, we were only a half hour's walk away 

from Carson's lair in Sweetsville.   We could tell that we were getting close because we could spot the treacherous 

thunderstorm clouds hovering around the tall castle.   Black jellybean crows were circling around the highest towers.  

Even though I sensed human presence, there was no candlelight in any windows or sounds of any kind.   Just dark, 

deadly silence.   Just then, Ashley remembered the book that the Gingerbread man had given us.   When she pulled it 

out, we read the title that said: "Tricks and Spells for Beginners."   I rubbed my eyes.   "Does that say...tricks and 

spells?!"   "Yup," Ashley said.   We walked side by side, checking out the spells and even trying out a few that actually 

worked!   I managed to levitate a donut hole and a huge Skittle--all by myself!   We were so absorbed in our book, 

that we hardly noticed the pair of menacing ferrets that had stopped us at a large gate.   "Ahem!   Excuse me?   NO 

ONE enters the Castle of DOOM!"   Said one of the ferrets in a squeaky voice.   That made Ashley look up.   "Is that 

a...FERRET?!"   She shrieked.   She stood, paralyzed.   "Yeah, you heard us!   You shall not pass!   Now, scat!"   The 

other ferret growled. "Umm...Ashley?" I said nervously.   "A little help here?"   The ferrets were now descending upon 

us with their knife-like claws and razor-sharp teeth.   Ashley wasn't helping, so I flipped through the spell book for 

some ideas.   A stunning spell!   That's exactly what I needed!   I spun around twice then chanted, "Pesky ferrets, 

you're no fun.   It's time for me to stun, stun, stun!"   The ferrets stumbled backwards, then fell on the ground.   "Yes!"  

I said to myself, doing a fist pump.   Ashley was unfrozen by then.   She was staring at her hands in disbelief.  

"Ashley--are you okay?"   I asked.   Then I realized that SHE had done the spell, not ME.   I had said the words, an 

somehow, the magic had come out of here hands.   At first I was disappointed that I hadn't stunned the ferrets 

myself, but then I was excited about our discovery.   Ashley said, "Y'know, this is very uncommon, even here in this 

crazy world!"   I agreed.   We wedged our way in between the Twinkies bars to get to the other side of the gate.  

"wow! Ashley said.   I followed her gaze to see the magnificent tower standing before us.   I hadn't noticed it before, 

but the entire structure was completely made of Twinkies.   "That's funny," I said.   "These are the only Twinkies I've 

seen in Sweetsville! And that's saying something."   Ashley shrugged as she knocked on the door.   It opened 

automatically and a loud voice said, "It is I, the Great Carson!   Who dare enter my kingdom?"

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