The Yellow Duck Makes a Scrapbook

When the Yellow Duck headed to the pond in the afternoon, he was surprised to see Ms. Fish sitting on the shore in her bowl with several papers and photos spread around her. Toad was perched on a tree limb watching her with interest.

"What are you doing?" the Yellow Duck asked.

"I'm making a scrapbook," Ms. Fish said. "Do you want to make one?"

"I don't know," the Yellow Duck said, sitting down to watch her. "What do they do?"

"You put some pictures on a page, like this," she demonstrated. "Then you paste some decorations on there, like this. Then you write what the pictures are about on this piece of paper. You can write how you were feeling, something funny that happened, things like that. Then, you paste them all on the piece of paper and put them in the book. Then you go on to the next one."

"That's fascinating," the Yellow Duck said, looking amazed. "How can I make one?"

"Just get some pictures and paper, and some decorations if you want," Ms. Fish said.

"I'm going to put crushed flies and mosquitoes on mine!" Toad boasted proudly. "I'm going to glue cockroach wings and dead leaves to the cover. Then I'm going to give it to my mom."

"Ew," Ms. Fish said, looking disgusted. "She won't want that!"

"She will too!" Toad bellowed. "You don't know what you're talking about because you're a stupid girl!"

"So is your mom," Ms. Fish replied snottily.

"Oh," Toad said, stumped. He hadn't thought of that.

"So I should just bring some pictures tomorrow?" the Yellow Duck said quickly.

"Yes," Ms. Fish said. The next day, the Yellow Duck brought paper, glue, scissors, and pictures to the pond. The three friends sat quietly making their scrapbooks. Toad gleefully crushed bugs and smeared them on the pages, while Ms. Fish delicately attached pictures.

"Mine is the best," Ms. Fish boasted, holding up her glitter and rhinestone covered scrapbook.

"No it's not," Toad argued, holding up his scrapbook, which was covered in dead leaves and old feathers. "Mine is awesome. It even smells bad!"

"I like all of ours," the Yellow Duck said. "Let's go give them to our moms!" The three friends raced home to present each mother with their own scrapbook, who were all equally delighted. Toad's mother grinned over her son's molting gift, Ms. Fish's mom cooed over the shiny book and the Yellow Duck's mother gasped with pleasure over his neat and colorful scrapbook. "Thank you, Yellow Duck!" she cried, flipping through the scrapbook with a smile. "This is a wonderful scrapbook." "I'm glad you like it," the Yellow Duck smiled. Making scrapbooks was fun. He couldn't wait to create some more memories for one!

The Yellow Duck creates his own Fairy Tale

"Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a beautiful princess. She was trapped in the castle by her evil, ugly, disgusting Uncle, Sir Toad. Sir Toad kept the beautiful princess there so he could rule the kingdom. He told all the villagers that the princess was ill and he was taking care of her, and in her absence, he made all the decisions. The princess longed to escape from this wart-covered, disgusting man--"

"Hey, I object," Toad pouted. "You're making me out to be a gross, mean old man."

"You are a gross, mean old man," Ms. Fish said, sticking her nose up in the air.

"Well, I don't see a beautiful princess around anywhere," Toad said, pretending to look around. Ms. Fish was beginning to turn an angry shade of purple. The Yellow Duck quickly stepped in.

"Come on, guys!" he sighed. "This is the story you agreed on. Toad, you wanted to play a bad guy, and Ms. Fish, you wanted to be a princess. Isn't that right?"

"Yes," they both mumbled.

"Well, than let's keep going," the Yellow Duck said. He straightened his pretend sword and his helmet, which was a large cooking pot. "I'll narrate, since you can't do it without fighting."

"That's because she makes stuff up," Toad muttered, before slinking off to his spot in his thick black cape.

"Anyway," the Yellow Duck rolled his eyes. " The princess knew she had to find a way to escape. She wrote a letter and shoved it in a bottle, and used several sheets tied together to carry it down. There, her faithful dog Trusty-"

"Trusty is kind of a repetitive name for a faithful dog," Ms. Fish interrupted. "Let's name him Sparkle."

"EW!" Toad gagged. "Sparkle is a girly name. I like Trusty."

"It doesn't matter what the dog's name is!" the Yellow Duck said.

"Does so," Ms. Fish muttered.

"So Trusty the reliable dog ran into the forest carrying the bottle," the Yellow Duck quickly continued, ignoring Ms. Fish. "He ran for miles and miles, until he reached a clearing. There, he met a prince who lived at the pond. He dropped the bottle at the prince's feet and wagged his tail."

Toad hopped in front of the Yellow Duck, wiggling his rear end.

"What are you doing?" the Yellow Duck asked.

"Being Trusty," Toad said.

"I thought you were the bad uncle," the Yellow Duck said, confused.

"I'm both," Toad beamed. "Ok," the Yellow Duck said, just shaking his head at his wagging, hopping friend. "Anyway, Trusty dropped the bottle at the prince's feet." Toad barked and wiggled. "The prince picked up the bottle and read the note. 'Oh no! The Princess is in trouble!' the prince cried out. I must save her!" The Prince jumped on Trusty and rode out of the forest in a hurry!" The Yellow Duck jumped on Toad, who grunted and fell down.

"That didn't work," the Yellow Duck said. "Nope," Toad agreed in a muffled voice. The two stood up and proceeded to trot out of the imaginary forest.

"Finally, the prince reached the castle. He crawled up the side of the castle and entered through the side window. To his surprise, the princess's room was empty. He rushed down the stairs and throughout the hallways, calling for her. He heard her voice call back and rushed into the grand hall. There, the prince saw the Princess surrounded by fallen guards."

"You were too slow," Ms. Fish sniffed. "A girl isn't going to sit around and wait forever."

"Just then, the evil uncle appears!" Toad shouted, hopping out in his most sinister black cape. "I have come for you, Prince Duck!"

"Give the princess back her kingdom!" the Yellow Duck cried. "Never!" the Uncle laughed maniacally.

The Prince and the Uncle had a sword fight while the Princess watched anxiously. Finally, the Uncle fell. "You got me", he gasped, "You actually got me."

"Give the Princess her kingdom back," the Prince demanded. "Fine," the Uncle said. "I didn't want it anyway. She can have her stupid kingdom back."

"You did so!" the Princess retorted. The evil Uncle was banished to a kingdom far away, and the Princess got her kingdom back. The Prince went to visit the princess.

"Thanks for getting rid of Uncle," she said. "Even if you did take a really long time, when I could have done it faster."

"No problem," the Prince said, confused at her gratitude. After that day, the Prince lived happily as he continued to rescue people, and the evil Uncle was banished to the desert forever. The Princess turned her kingdom into a giant beauty shop and everyone was happy. The End."

"That was a good fairy tale," Toad said.

"I think so too," Ms. Fish agreed. "Let's do another one."

"Ok," said the Yellow Duck. And so another story was born.

The Yellow Duck dislikes the Winter Storm

"This sucks," Toad said flatly, as he looked outdoors. Ms. Fish and the Yellow Duck looked at him in shock.

"Toad!" the Yellow Duck hissed. "You're not supposed to say that word! My mom will get mad. Say stinks instead."

"Well, it does," Toad insisted, not apologetic in the least. "This is horrible weather. We can't play outside in this weather."

"It's dreadfully chilly," Ms. Fish sniffed, twirling around in her bowl. "After being outside for 30 minutes, my bowl started to ice over. Can you imagine?"

The Yellow Duck sat glumly on the couch. "You know, I'd tried to think of fun things we could do," he said, inspecting his feathers. "But I couldn't come up with anything. We've played games, watched a video, played hide and seek, and made a fort."

"Then I destroyed the fort!" Toad grinned. Ms. Fish rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't have done that," she said snappily. "It took me a long time to put that up."

The Yellow Duck stared at her. "We put it up," he said, looking at Toad.

"I know!" Ms. Fish said. "And you needed a lot of direction! It took forever to get my vision into you numbskulls' heads!"

"Nag," Toad muttered.

"Idiot," Ms. Fish shot back. Before they could erupt into a war, the Yellow Duck held up his wings. "Guys, let's think of something fun to do," he said. They all sat quietly for several minutes.

"I know!" the Yellow Duck said. "Let's act out a fairy tale!"

"Which fairy tale?" Toad said suspiciously. "I don't want a girly fairy tale. I want one where I can fight a dragon and bad guys!" He brandished a wrapping paper tube as a sword and pointed it to the Yellow Duck.

"We make up our own fairy tale!" The Yellow Duck said. His friends just stared at him and he sighed. "Like, Toad could fight an evil monster and I could be a king."

"I'm a princess!" Ms. Fish squealed.

"I'm not rescuing her," Toad said, sticking his green nose in the air.

The three friends proceeded to create their own fairy tale. Toad set off to fight a dragon, while Ms. Fish was a princess stuck high in the tower. The Yellow Duck served as King of the Mer-ducks and their enchanted underwater kingdom.

The friends had so much fun that they didn't realize it was time for dinner. They decided to play again the next day, and continue their fun.

Well, as long as Toad didn't have to rescue Ms. Fish. That was the one thing he would not do.

The Yellow Duck Flys a Kite

The weather was beautiful for a January day: Crisp, clear and cool. The Yellow Duck decided to take advantage of the January weather and decided to fly a kite.

Using the craft of the week from www.sakidsonline.com, he built a kite out of construction paper and a paper towel roll. Excited, he waddled quickly down to the pond to show Toad and Ms. Fish. He was sure when Toad and Ms. Fish saw what he had been doing, that they would want to join in the fun.

When he reached the pond, Ms.Fish and Toad were arguing, as usual.

"You can not make a rocket out of cotton candy and toilet paper!" Ms. Fish yelled, rolling her eyes. "How dumb do you have to be?"

"That wasn't nice," Toad said in a wounded voice, clutching his beloved rocket. "My rocket will fly! You just wait and see! I spent all morning making it!"

"I have another idea!" The Yellow Duck interrupted before Ms. Fish could hurl another insult. "Why don't we fly kites!"

"I'm going to have a pink kite!" Ms. Fish said excitedly, diving in her bowl to look for some construction paper.

"Could I make a kite out of cotton candy and tissue paper?" Toad wondered aloud, his eyes gleaming.

"I have directions right here, if you want a kite like mine," the Yellow Duck began. Toad and Ms. Fish ignored him as they made their own kites. Toad made a kite out of breadsticks, fishing line and camo-print wrapping paper, as his cotton candy had blown away in the wind within the first few minutes. Ms. Fish had made her kite out of glittery pink spandex and popsicle sticks. They proudly showed their kites to the yellow duck, who looked at them suspiciously. He wasn't sure they would fly.

"Let's go out to the field to fly them," the Yellow Duck said. He knew that you weren't supposed to fly kites near trees or electrical lines. Toad pulled Ms. Fish in the wagon as he hopped along, and soon they reached the middle of the field.

Ms. Fish dangled her kite out of the bowl, and Toad scurried away and propped himself on a rock. The Yellow Duck began to run, dragging his kite behind him.

"Fly!" he cried. "Fly kite, fly!"

The kites didn't fly. Ms. Fish's kite landed on the ground, and Toad's fell back into the rock. The three looked at their kites, dejected. "Let's try again!" the Yellow Duck said. So, Ms. Fish threw her kite out of her bowl, Toad threw his off his rock, and the Yellow Duck took off running across the field. None of the kites flew this time either. Now, the three friends were very sad.

"This will never work!" Ms. Fish sighed, flopping her fin over her face.

"I should have just eaten the cotton candy," Toad grumbled.

"We can't give up!" the Yellow Duck cried. "Let's try again!" Taking a running start, the Yellow Duck dashed across the field. Ms. Fish quickly threw her kite out of her bowl and Toad tossed his off the rock.

Amazingly, the kites all flew!

"Hooray!" the Yellow Duck cried. "Hooray for kites!"

"We did it!" Ms. Fish said.

"I knew I shouldn't have eaten the cotton candy," Toad boasted. "I'm glad I didn't."

The three friends spent the afternoon flying their kites, then returned home happy. It was, after all, a perfect day to fly kites.

The Yellow Duck loves nachos

The Yellow Duck was laying on his favorite log at the pond when suddenly he had an intense craving for nachos. His mouth began salivating at the thought of nachos. He looked at his watch and saw dinner time was coming soon.

"Hey guys," the Yellow Duck said. "Would ya'll want to go to out to eat tonight?"

"Where?" Ms. Fish asked. Ms. Fish, being a food snob, would only eat at certain establishments.

"El Chapparel," the Yellow Duck said. "I'm craving nachos."

"I loooveee nachos," Toad said, licking his green lips. "Particularly when they're topped with cockroach wings and caramelized flies. You think El Chapparel would do that for me?"

"I doubt it," the Yellow Duck said as Ms. Fish gagged. He looked at Ms. Fish and asked, "Will you go to dinner?"

Ms. Fish examined her fins and sighed. "I suppose so," she sighed. "I do adore their enchiladas and flan. Oh, the flan!"

"Hooray!" the Yellow Duck cheered. "We'll go tonight."

"Shouldn't you check with your mom?" Toad, ever the practical one, asked.

"Oh," the Yellow Duck said. He had forgotten that. "I suppose so," he sighed.

"Well, go ask her now and then come back and we'll go eat," Toad said, returning to his task of sticking ants in a jar of honey and giggling.

The Yellow Duck waddled all the way home and asked his mom if he could go to dinner. His mom smiled and said, "Sure. Let me call your father and I'll let him know. He can meet us there."

"Hooray!" the Yellow Duck cheered. He waddled all the way back to the pond, and then all the way back home again with Toad and Ms. Fish following him. They headed to El Chapparel and got a seat. The Yellow Duck studied the menu.

"There's so many good choices," the Yellow Duck sighed happily. "Do I want nachos with beans? Regular cheese nachos? Nachos and guacamole? The choices are endless!"

"Well you better choose quick," Ms. Fish snapped. "I'm hungry."

"And cranky," Toad observed. Ms. Fish stuck her tongue out at him.

The Yellow Duck settled on bean and cheese nachos while Toad ordered cheese nachos (he'd brought his own cockroach wings and caramelized flies) and Ms. Fish ordered beef enchiladas. The whole family and friends had a wonderful meal.

As he bit into his nachos, the Yellow Duck smiled happily. These piles of crispy, cheesy goodness were the perfect start to the new year.

"Happy New Year, everyone!" he cried. Everyone smiled and answered back.

"Happy New Year!" the all cheered.