A parsnip was strolling around, speaking exuberantly, waving his hands, as if he were in the middle of a villain’s monologue.
Kendall had never seen the parsnip before, but he hated him instantly. With his cape, demeanor, and the raised tone in his voice, Kendall knew this vegetable wasn't to be trusted.
“That's the wannabe king,” Frank said.
“Better turn that fool into a purée,” Kendall said. “Or he's gonna put Brocc and them into a food processor.”
“We need to create our distraction,” Frank said, “and we need to do it, like, yesterday.”
The onion stared down at the courtyards and clucked his tongue.
“I don't see how we’re gonna improvise our way out of this one,” Frank said. “Talk about getting the lumpy end of the cucumber.”
“Here's what we do,” Kendall whispered. “I say we go co
