With no other choice left, everyone built boats made of bread and sailed to find a new place to live. The food wrecked the town to the point where the sanitation department gave up. One day it got even worse, and oversized foods began to fall in large qualities from the sky. Too much of certain food and bad combinations kept falling for no apparent reason. Some days nothing but smelly Gorgonzola cheese fell from the skies while other days nothing but overcooked broccoli came instead. One day, however, the weather started acting up. No person or animal was ever hungry in Chewandswallow. Food, completely cooked, came from the heavens three times a day in vast amounts. There was no reason for such stores as all the food everyone needed came raining from the sky each day. Chewandswallow was like many towns out there, except for the fact it had no food stores. That night the grandfather tells his grandkids the best bedtime story he knows of.įar, far away and across several oceans there once was a small town of about 300 called Chewandswallow. The family laughs it off and the rest of the day goes as expected. When the dog runs past the grandfather, he accidentally causes a pancake to fly through the air and hit his grandson Henry in the face. The girl's grandfather makes the pancakes.
The story begins with a young girl describing a Saturday morning at her home. Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs is a 1978 children's storybook by Judi Barrett with illustrations by Ron Barrett.
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