We’re big fans of “Mad Libs”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mad_Lib around here, so we often try to create our own for special occasions. We had an especially fun time with this version.
We decided to write a Mad Lib based on some of Lucy’s favorite books for her third birthday party. In our opinion, Mad Libs work great at parties: they involve everyone, embarrass no one, and can be hilarious! This particular Mad Lib was based on excerpts from three children’s books: The Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Runaway Bunny, and Caps for Sale.
We “attach a pdf of the blank form Jon made”:/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/childrens-classics-madlibs.pdf so you can fill it out with your own crew, but take a look at the funny stories that were born at Lucy’s celebration! Here’s how we filled it out:
h3. The Very *Slimy* Caterpillar
In the light of the moon a little egg lay on a leaf. One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and â€” *pbbbllllll* â€” out of the egg came a tiny and very *slimy* caterpillar. He started to look for some food. On Monday, he ate through one *teddy bear*. But he was still hungryâ€¦. [You know how it goes: after eating all kinds of stuff all week, then:] The next day was Sunday again. The caterpillar ate through one nice *miraculous mushroom*, and after that he felt much *more morose*. Now he wasnâ€™t *flaky* any more â€” and he wasnâ€™t a *retarded* caterpillar any more. He was a big, *poopy* caterpillar. He built a small house, called a *flatulence*, around himself. He stayed inside for more than *17.6543* weeks. Then he nibbled a hole in the *flatulence*, pushed his way out and â€¦ he was a beautiful *duckbilled platypus*.
h3. The Runaway Bunny
Once there was little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, â€œI am running away.â€ â€œIf you run away,â€ said his mother, â€œI will run after you. For you are my little bunny.â€ â€œIf you run after me,â€ said the *suspicious* bunny, â€œI will become a *louse* in *Omaha* and I will *spin*.” “If you become a *louse* in *Omaha*,” said his mother, â€œI will become *someone who decides what the seven wonders of the world are* and I will *decide what the seven wonders of the world are*.” [Etc. etc.] â€œShucks,â€ said the bunny, â€œI might just as well stay where I am and be your *clear sloth*.” And so he did. â€œHave an *eggplant*,” said the mother bunny.
h3. *Lip Rings* for Sale
Once there was a peddler who sold *lip rings*. But he was not an ordinary peddler carrying his wares on his back. He carried them on top of his *clavicle*. First he had on his own *mauve lip ring*, then a bunch of *chartreuse lip rings*, then a bunch of *burgundy lip rings*, then a bunch of *Northwestern University green lip rings*, and on the very top a bunch of *maize lip rings*. He walked *around Tanzania*, holding himself very *iffy* so as not to upset his *lip rings*. As he went along he called, â€œ*Lip rings! Lip rings* for sale! *A half-dozen crowns* a *lip ring*!â€