9 The Greatest Day of My Life

Chapter 9 The Greatest Day of My Life "I love it!" Mr. Tony said when we told him about our idea. "Why didn't I think of making the biggest pizza in the world? That will be a lot easier than pogo-juggling and egg-jogging!" Everybody was excited about getting into The Guinness Book of World Records. But Little Miss Perfect had on her worried face. "What's the matter, Andrea?" asked Mr. Tony. "How will we put the pizza in an oven?" she asked. "To make the biggest pizza in the world, don't we need the biggest oven in the world?" "Andrea's right!" said Emily, who always thinks Andrea is right. "No problem," said Mr. Tony. "I'll take

care of that. We'll heat up the tomato sauce and cheese first and then spread them on the pizza crust. We'll have to make the pizza out in the playground, because it will be too big to fit in here." "But there's another problem," Andrea said. "What will we do with the pizza after we make it? We can't eat a pizza that big. And it would be terrible to throw it away, especially after our food drive. What a waste of food." "I know! We can give the pizza to a food bank so they can feed hungry people!" I suggested. "A.J., you're a genius!" Michael said. No wonder I'm in the gifted and talented program. Everything was falling into place. Mom said that The Six Moms would be happy to supply the ingredients for our giant pizza.

Ms. LaGrange, our lunch lady, said she would help us heat up the sauce in the kitchen and put the pizza together. Mr. Tony called The Guinness Book of World Records people, and they said they would send someone over to see our pizza in person and prove it was the biggest one in the world. "Let's not tell anyone else about our giant pizza," Mr. Tony told us. "Not even Mr. Klutz. If the word gets out that we're making the biggest pizza in the world, somebody might try to steal our idea and make a bigger pizza than ours." My lips were sealed. But not with glue or anything. That would be weird. Finally, the day came to put together our giant pizza. During recess, three huge trucks drove up onto the playground. One had a ton of cheese in it. One had a ton of tomato

sauce in it. And one had a huge pizza crust. Guys wearing overalls got out of the trucks and started unloading all the stuff. "How did The Six Moms get a truck full of tomato sauce?" I asked my mom. "We went to Rent-A-Truck-Full-of-Tomato-Sauce," she said. "You can rent anything." Everybody pitched in to help. Ms. Hannah, our art teacher, put gigantic pieces of cardboard down on the playground. We all unrolled the giant pizza crust onto the cardboard. It was the size of a swimming pool! Then Mr. Tony came out of the school. He was carrying this thing that looked like a big Super Soaker. There was a tank strapped to his back, like the kind scuba divers wear. "What's that thing?" Ryan asked. "It's a flamethrower," said Mr. Tony.

"What does it do?" asked Michael. "It throws flame," said Mr. Tony. "So it has the perfect name," I said. Mr. Tony pulled the trigger on the flamethrower, and a giant explosion of fire came flying out! We all jumped back. I could feel the heat on my face. Mr. Tony walked around the pizza crust, shooting fire all over it. "That thing is cool!" we all said. "Where did you get a flamethrower?" Neil the nude kid asked Mr. Tony. "From Rent-A-Flamethrower," he replied. "You can rent anything." After a few minutes of flamethrowing, the giant pizza crust had turned from white to brown.

"Okay," Mr. Tony said as he turned off the flamethrower. "It's cooked. Pour on the sauce!" The truck full of tomato sauce backed up to the pizza and dumped its load onto the crust. The Six Moms used rakes and shovels to spread the sauce evenly. "Bring on the cheese!" shouted Mr. Tony.