Squid City was a strange place for Jessica to find herself on an otherwise uninteresting Tuesday evening.
The last thing Jessica remembered, she had been pretending to brush her teeth and getting on her pyjamas and then BAM!
Jessica looked around Squid City and couldn’t believe her eyes – there were big, black, grimy, slimy squids everywhere!
There were shrimp and jellyfish and cuttlefish and clown fish and plankton and all sorts of other types of fish that Jessica hadn’t learned about in school or animated movies by Pixar.
But don’t worry, it’s not nearly as bad as it sounds. The squids that Jessica first encountered were quite pleasant indeed, if a little on the quiet side.
They helped Jessica to find a comfortable place to sleep under the ocean.
They helped her to find some interesting deep sea toys to play with.
And they even introduced Jessica to some friends to keep her company during her stay on the ocean floor. Unfortunately for Jessica, her new friends didn’t speak much English and because she was only in the third grade, Jessica did not speak whale language or dolphin language very well at all.
In fact, the only dolphin word Jessica knew was ooooooorrrrrkkk, which she was pretty sure meant either “tuna” or “swim faster” or “microwave.”
Things were going quite swimmingly in Squid City for Jessica. The squid people were all preparing for the big Bilateral Symmetry Festival, stocking up on ink and plankton and shrimp and little tiny cocktail napkins.
They practiced their festival chant every evening. It went like this:
Boogoo! Bari! Calamari!
It was not a very long chant but they had to practice many times a day because squids have only teensy tiny little brains and mostly those brains think about eating fish, which makes it very difficult for them to remember any chants at all – even the ones that are only three words long.
When the festival finally came, Jessica was super, duper, zooper excited. She wore her pink shirt, pink sweater, pink tiara, pink jacket, pink pants, pink shorts, pink skirt and . . . yellow shoes.
The festival was a huge success. There was dancing, singing, laughing and eating – although Jessica didn’t eat very much. She thought it would be rude to tell the people of Squid City but she really wasn’t a big fan of plankton.
The festival lasted into the night and there was plenty of chanting.
Boogoo! Bari! Calamari!
Of course, the squids had trouble keeping the chant in their tiny little brains, even with all of the practicing they had done, so a lot of them got mixed up and said things like Ooogoo! Boogoo! and Ungo! Bungo! and Ringo! George! but Jessica helped them to remember the proper words.
Jessica was having a wonderful time deep below the sea in Squid City, but later that night she remembered her house and her parents and her annoying brother and she asked for the squids to take her home.
So they gathered Jessica up in their deep sea limousine (which was really just an old, dirty piece of fishing net) and they swam her up, up, up towards Jessica’s house.
Of course, Jessica had to remind them and their tiny little brains several times where they were going.
But they finally went the right way and floated Jessica up, up, up to where she lived with her family . . . and when she opened her eyes and looked around, that is precisely where she found herself.
Home. And just about ready for bed.