"We are the cool baked beans."
Cold baked beans are not so nice.
"We are the cool baked beans, not the cold baked beans. We are cool because we wear sunglasses, black leather jackets and listen to loud music. We will rock your world."
However, their loud music isn't for everyone. Especially the ultra cold frozen garden peas.
"Garden peas aren't nice at all, warm, cold or frozen. Above all, they're nasty souls."
But who are you to judge these beans? That's not cool
"Excuse me," said the leader of The Cool Baked Beans. "They're not nice. Given a chance, they'll cause terror."
One night, when everyone has gone to bed……
…...there are a handful of escaped peas. Not so cold, they've defrosted a little.
"We declare war," said the leader of peas
"I've heard that we call ourselves The Amazing Garden Peas," said No. 2.
"That is correct. We are amazing."
"If we are so amazing, why are we declaring war?"
"To rule," replied the peas' leader. "Finally, to rule."
"What about The Cool Baked Beans?"
"I've thought of that. I'm amassing a grand army. Some more peas will be joining us; and some sweetcorn."
Meanwhile, The Cool Baked Beans are having a party. Music is loud and the drinks are flowing. A good time is being had by all. However, coming towards them is the grand army of peas and sweetcorn.
The music stops.
The leader of The Cool Baked Beans approaches the leader of The Amazing Garden Peas.
"Why are you invading us?"
"Because your music is too loud and we can't sleep."
The leader of sweetcorn decides to get involved.
"Hi there, I'm the leader of The Sweet Sweetcorn Society. I like your music. You look like you're having fun."
The peas' leader is not so happy to hear that.
"We are meant to be putting a stop to all of this. Are you with us or not?"
"Nah," replied The Sweet Sweetcorn Society leader. "We'd rather party."
"Traitors. At least I have my peas. We will crush you."
No. 2 of The Amazing Garden Peas steps forward.
"Nah," said No. 2. "No need. No war. I think you're on your own."
The leader of The Cool Baked Beans makes his speech.
"It looks to me, that all we are up against, is one bad green garden pea. I declare no war, just party."
Greeted by the loudest cheer, the loudest roar that you could ever hear.
"To think that we judged a whole clan of garden peas on the actions of just one. Let's all drink together."
They did and that night has been talked about ever since.
Epilogue:
"It was nice to watch a story that wasn't about us," said Robot 1.
"Yes," said Robot 2.
But then Robot 2 paused for a moment. He had a thought.
"We don't eat "
"That's right," said Robot 1. "What's your point?"
"When was the last time we went to the kitchen?"
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