Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom, there was a knight whose name was Lancelot. He was very brave, or at least he thought he was. He had the whole armor of a normal medieval knight. The king gave him the job to guard the time machine.
Well, one day, he decided to go in the time machine when no one was watching. He pressed the button labeled “FUTURE.” The time machine warped Lancelot into the modern days. Lancelot had no idea what he had just done.
Suddenly, the time machine landed with a crash, and Lancelot opened the door
“What in the world just happened in this odd box?” Lancelot wondered to himself.
Then suddenly Lancelot heard a sudden burst of cheering. “AHH!” Lancelot shouted as he turned around. “What is going on? Who are all of these peasants? And what is going on in the middle of this…bowl?” Lancelot looked around confused. He spotted a sign on the walls. “Ah, this is a Super Bowl. This must be where people gather and sit an enormous, super, bowl!
Lancelot put his hand above his eyes to shade them. He gazed at the innumerable faces of the crowd. He noticed that there was an empty seat a couple rows down. He burst through the rows to take the seat. He sat down. He was seated and happy.
After watching the game for a while, Lancelot exclaimed, “What is that odd, but charming aroma I smell?” Lancelot inhaled. “I’m befuddled. It happens to smell like the bread that is sold in the market places.”
Lancelot followed the smell. It led to a hotdog, popcorn, and churro stand. Lancelot asked the man how much it was.
“Excuse me pastry fellow, but what is a churro?”
“It’s kind of like a breadstick covered in cinnamon and sugar.”
Lancelot glared at the man with a confusing face. “And what is this…sugar you speak of?” Lancelot inquired.
“We get from a plant called the sugar cane plant.” answered the clerk.
“Mmm…sounds pretty healthy.” commented Lancelot. The clerk rolled his eyes.
“Sir, how much is it for a churro?” asked Lancelot.
“Two forty nine,” the clerk responded.
“I beg your pardon?” Lancelot said.
“The churro costs 2.49! Two dollars and forty nine cents,” the clerk replied.
“Here, will this do?” Lancelot pulled out a gold coin.
“Well, heck yeah! How much do you want!” shouted the clerk excitedly.
“I’ll take 100, to take to my family and friends,” said Lancelot.
“You can a take a lot more than that if you want--I mean, that’s enough,” the clerk said greedily.
“Alright, thanks!” Lancelot said as he walked away and headed back to the time machine.
Lancelot sat in his seat. He rummaged in his bag of churros and pulled one out. He held the churro with two hands, and slowly lifted it to his mouth. He looked down and opened his mouth and stuck the churro in, and bit.
“Mmm! These are good!” Lancelot shouted as he stood and held the churro in the air.
The whole crowd looked at him.
He sat back down. Right at the second as he lowered to his seat, the clock buzzed.
It was the end of the game. Everyone stood and cheered and went wild. Lancelot shrugged and returned to the time machine. He stepped in the time machine and scratched his head. “Uh…which button do I press?” he asked himself. There were a million different buttons beeping and flashing. He pressed a random one, and POOF! he disappeared.
And that was the end…of Sir Lancelot the knight.
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