Kyle Scheele - A Pizza with Everything On It

To Wesley, Lucy, Wendy, and Juniperbeing your dad has been better than a whole universe made of pizza. K. S. To my son Hugo, for whom in a heartbeat I would turn the entire universe into pizza! A. P. Text copyright 2021 by Kyle Scheele.
Illustrations copyright 2021 by Andy J.

Miller.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form, baked into a pizza, or used to destroy and/or recreate the universe, without written permission from the publisher. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data available. ISBN 978-1-7972-0281-5 (hc)
ISBN 978-1-7972-0351-5 (epub2)
ISBN 978-1-7972-0865-7 (epub3)
ISBN 978-1-7972-0864-0 (kindle) Design by Jay Marvel.
Typeset in Steagal Rough.
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For details and discount information, please contact our premiums department at or at 1-800-759-0190. When your dad owns a pizza shop, you can have whatever kind of pizza you want. When your dad owns a pizza shop, you can have whatever kind of pizza you want.

So when Dad asked what I was hungry for, I said, Give me a pizza with EVERYTHING on it. Dad said, Everything?
I said, EVERYTHING. Dad tossed the dough while I stirred the sauce. We put down three different kinds of cheese, then added a fourth... just to be safe. We started with the basics:
Pepperoni.

Sausage.
Tomatoes. Peppers.
Even those little mushrooms that
look like noses. Dad said, Perfect! But I said, No, Dad! I want a pizza with EVERYTHING on it! Dad ran across the street and came back with his arms full of groceries. All of it went on the pizza. Dad said, Perfect! But I said, No, Dad! I want a pizza with EVERYTHING on it! Dad got a mischievous look in his eyes. I knew exactly what he was thinking.

In a flash, Dad threw his rolling pin onto the pizza, followed by his chefs hat. I put the blender on top as Dad added a table and chairs. Books, pencils, and a notebook fell onto the pizza as I turned my backpack upside down. Dad said, Perfect! But I said, No, Dad!
I want a pizza with EVERYTHING on it! Dad said, I think were going to need to take this outside. Dad rolled the pizza into the street as I rode my bicycle up onto the toppings. Then a tree house. Then a real house. Then the White House! But something was about to go TERRIBLY wrong. Perhaps it was the addition of the particle accelerator... or perhaps the weight of the pizza simply became greater than what the crust could bear. or perhaps the weight of the pizza simply became greater than what the crust could bear.

Whatever it was, it was BAD. Just as Dad was pushing the wheelbarrow full of penguins to the top of the pizza, there was a loud Then a CRUNCH! Then we started to fall. In the blink of an eye, the pizza began to collapse in on itself. EVERYTHING was speeding towards the center of the pizza. I grabbed Dads hand.
Dad grabbed the crust. Its a pizza black hole! Dad shouted. Its a pizza black hole! Dad shouted.

Everything is being sucked in! Everything? I yelled back.
Dad gulped. EVERYTHING! Dads are awfully strong, but black holes are stronger. Especially pizza black holes. I cant hang on anymore! Dad yelled. Together we flew into the swirling pizza vortex.