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In this exciting tale, a ten-year-old boy with a big dream discovers that it takes sacrifice, courage, and perseverance to be a hero.
Noodle is a small yet determined boy who wants to make a big difference in CityTown. As the city’s only flour-based citizen, he is already special. But something inside of him dreams of doing more.
Noodle, who tends to jump into new things without thinking, wants to be a superhero who helps and protects his fellow citizens. However, first he needs a hero permit. Thankfully, his snarky and scaly friend, Poof, is prepared to guide him on the road to join the League of Heroes. But as Noodle is about to discover, becoming a certified hero is not easy. The journey is just beginning for Noodle as he battles sarcastic cell phones, mountains of paperwork, and grumpy office ladies...completely unaware that his greatest test awaits. Now only time will tell if he will realize success or failure on his quest to achieve his dream.
In this exciting tale, a ten-year-old boy with a big dream discovers that it takes sacrifice, courage, and perseverance to be a hero.

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Publié par	LifeRich Publishing
Date de parution	09 juin 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781489746801
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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NOODLE THE HERO AND THE METAL MACHINE

David Verza

Copyright © 2023 David Verza.

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ISBN: 978-1-4897-4679-5 (sc)
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2023910284

LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 06/08/2023
CONTENTS
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter Ix
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII

Or Is It?

CHAPTER I
Morning shined upon CityTown as the brightening sun floated once again into the sky, warmly lighting the tops of the many tall buildings scattered between the high green hills that surrounded them. As the gentle rays scattered the darkness, the streets and sidewalks slowly filled with noise and activity from the sea of people pouring out from their homes to start the day.
Meanwhile, deep in the heart of the city, in an apartment at the top of the tallest building, curtains flew back from a window. Smiling on the other side of the glass was Noodle, the city’s only flour-based citizen! His eyes were wide with wonder, his heart was leaping for joy, and his smile was uncontainable. He gazed out at the city that he loved so much and watched the bustling city life go on all around him.
“Good morning, everyone!” the four-and-a-half-foot-tall talking Noodle said to the view outside.
It was a big day for Noodle, and he wanted to start it off right with some fresh air. He bounced over to the back of the apartment, pushed open an elegant wood and glass double door that led to a small balcony, and then made his way over to the edge. He looked all around at the inspiring sight before him, slowly breathed in deep, and then caught a large whiff of the fresh manure fertilizer that his downstairs neighbor, Mrs. Petunia, was spreading across her tulips. Noodle’s face turned pale and he almost gagged, but he held himself together and quickly raced back inside, where he slammed the doors shut and leaned on them for a moment until the queasy feeling went away. After it was gone, he shook it off, smiled, and then went back to business.
“Good morning, Phone,” Noodle said, eying his mobile phone on the kitchen counter. “Call Poof.”
The phone screen lit up and a lovely female voice replied, “I’m sorry, Noodle. I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” Noodle’s face scrunched in confusion.
“A system update has been initiated,” the phone stated. “I will not be usable until the process has been completed.”
“Huh?” Noodle wondered. “So how are you still talking to me?”
“My core software is separate from the operating system. I was designed this way to still be of use during updates and possible outages. This allows me to be of service at all times.”
“Cool,” Noodle said.
“Very,” the phone said. “I am always listening, even while you are sleeping.”
“Uh, right,” Noodle replied slowly, trying to process exactly what the phone meant. But being ever the optimist, he brushed it off and moved on. “So what can you do while the update is going on?”
“I can notify you that an update is in progress.”
“Oh,” Noodle said, feeling a bit disappointed.
“I can also give you the status of the update,” the phone added helpfully.
“OK,” Noodle said, and the disappointment eased from his face. “What is the status? Can you tell me how long the update is going to take?”
“Calculating.” The phone went silent for a few seconds. “This process will take approximately two hours and twenty-seven minutes and will require several restarts.”
“Two hours?” Noodle groaned. “I don’t have that kind of time.”
“Barring tragic and unforeseen circumstances, it is doubtful that you will expire in the time allotted for the update,” the phone said.
“No, no, I meant—” Noodle stopped midsentence and eyed his phone suspiciously. “Wait a second. Phone, was that sarcasm?”
“Sarcasm: noun,” the phone replied, “a mode of satirical wit known for its bitter, caustic, and often ironic language that is usually directed against an individual.”
“No, I don’t mean—never mind. I’ll just use the landline.”
“A landline is vastly inferior to the capabilities I possess.”
“Yes, but I need to make a phone call now.” Noodle gave his phone a warm smile. “It’s OK, Phone. You just focus on your update.”
“Understood. You feel that it is acceptable to use outdated technology. I have logged your actions and responses in the database. Initiating sleep mode.”
“Database?” Noodle stood still for a moment and pondered what that meant but then quickly stretched his sides in and out in an almost shrugging motion as he decided it was probably nothing to worry about. “Sleep tight, Phone,” he said gently to the device.
He hopped over to the kitchen where a small white phone was hanging on the wall. Since he didn’t have arms to pick it up, he pressed his cheek against the handset and let it stick to his face. The speaker was facing away from him though, so he wiggled his body and tried to get it to turn around and finally gave up when the phone became stuck sideways to his face with the speakers facing in the general direction of his mouth. He went to dial the buttons and a look of shock spread across his face as he looked back and realized that he had left his stylus pen on the table. He went over to pick it up, but the phone cord wasn’t long enough. Try as he might, the cord would not stretch all the way. So sighing in defeat, he went back to the wall, stuck out his tongue, and began dialing numbers.
RING, RING.
Across the city, sitting on top of a very beautifully carved and wooden table stand, an old telephone made of white porcelain and gold rang. A scaly green hand picked it up and was answered by a mouth full of razor-sharp fangs.
“Yeah?” a rough, grumbly voice answered.
“Good morning, Poof!” Noodle’s enthusiasm oozed from the handset.
“Noodle, my man!” The gruffness eased in the voice upon recognizing a friend. “Hold on one sec.”
The creature walked over to a nearby counter and kicked away the very long phone cord away from his feet. He then grabbed a nearby bowl on the counter and inhaled a deep breath, blew it out with tremendous force, and a burst of fire escaped his mouth. The entire bowl popped full of fluffy white popcorn kernels. The dragon inhaled the wonderful, buttery scent and, feeling very satisfied, plopped his rather small self down on a very comfy-looking red reclining chair, dangling his smooth and scaly tail over the edge.
“Morning! You caught me at a good time. I was just about to start the next episode of this cool show I found on CrunchyFlicks!”
“Yeah?” Noodle said curiously. “What’s it about?”
“It’s about this kid who gets picked up by a super-secret organization and has to pilot a giant robot to defeat equally giant alien invaders!”
“That sounds super cool!” Noodle said.
“Yup! I got my popcorn, and I’m super stoked for this show binge!” Poof grabbed a remote from the small table sitting next to the chair and threw a handful of popcorn in between his jaws. “So what you got goin’ on today, my floury friend?”
“Today’s the day. Remember? I’m applying for my hero permit!”
“Lord, help us all.” The dragon groaned.
“Oh, c’mon!” Noodle objected, and Poof let out a rumbly dragon chuckle.
“Just kidding, bud, just kidding. Good luck!”
“Thanks! Hey, wait. You gotta come too, ya know.”
“Maybe I will.”
“Poof!” Noodle exclaimed.
“Just kidding.” Poof chuckled again. “No need to get so worked up. I thought you were going in later.”
“No,” Noodle replied dryly. “My appointment is this afternoon, and I really want to get this over with because I’ve been studying for this test for months now and it feels like my brain is going to burst!”
“Oh.” Poof looked nervously around the very large and rather cavernous room. His eyes passed over elegant tapestries, ancient pottery, marble statues, and several suits of armor until at last they settled on a very old grandfather clock ticking away at the edge of the room. “Right. I’ll, uh, meet you at the park, and we can walk from there.”
“Thanks, Poof! You’re the best!”
“Right after this episode!” Poof clicked his massive TV on and quickly shoved a handful of popcorn into his jaws.
“Poof! Ugh!” Noodle groaned. “We gotta get t