Morty and the Monster Truck Madness

Morty and the Monster Truck Madness

Morty, Ben, and Fred enjoyed an after- school snack at Morty's house. " Check it out! " Fred exclaimed mid-bite. He stopped munching his cheesy chip cookie and looked closer. The Mousetown Gazette lay on the table in front of them, and a monster truck rally advertisement nearly jumped off the page. The dramatic bold print read: Monster Truck Madness: Coming to Mousetown in Two Weeks! " We have to go! " Morty cried out in excitement. Another line of text caught his eye: Tickets only $50.

Morty's excitement quickly dissolved when he remembered he had a mere eighteen dollars saved. He groaned in disappointment, knowing he'd never be able to earn the money in time. The next day at school, Fred chattered nonstop about the rally. “ We've got to get tickets soon, " he reminded them every hour. " I'm in! " Ben said. " I'm short thirty-two dollars, " Morty admitted, " and my mom nearly swallowed her tail when I asked for the money. " " You've got to find a way to come! " Ben exclaimed. What could be worse than missing a monster truck rally? Morty wondered dejectedly.

The next morning on the way to school, Fred presented a flyer with a proud flourish. The sheet read: FOUR MONSTER TRUCK TICKETS Must sell. Row 8. $40 each. 746-467-0417 " They're ten dollars cheaper than the original price! " Ben squealed. " My dad said he can take us to get them after school, " Fred announced. Ben smiled from ear to ear, but Morty's mood was gloomy.

" Morty, there has to be some way to get the cash, " Fred said. He withdrew his lunch money from his pocket and handed it to Morty. " Share your lunch with me?" he suggested. Morty quickly did the math: He had eighteen dollars, and Fred's two dollars made twenty total. He still needed another twenty to see the trucks perform near-impossible feats. " Mom refused to give me the ticket money, but I could ask her for a loan, " Morty contemplated. “ I'll bring you the money after school, " he said with determination.

Morty raced home after school and found his mom making a list at the table. He had been planning exactly what he'd say about the loan. “ Mother?" he started. " You know how you said the truck rally was expensive and that you couldn't give me the money for a ticket?" “ Uh-huh, " she replied without glancing up. " Fred found tickets for only forty dollars, " Morty said nervously. " Would you consider loaning me twenty dollars and letting me pay you back?" " I could, but I need that cash to buy groceries, " Mother responded. “ Maybe you can ask your father when he gets home. "