A Purchase of Epic Proportions

Hela stepped into Crispy Corner, her green eyes sparkling as she gazed at the towering shelves of chips. Bags of every flavor imaginable lined the walls—from classic salt and vinegar to wild combinations like chocolate-covered pickle and marshmallow barbecue.

"Welcome to my kingdom of crunch!" announced Mr. Peterson, the cheerful shop owner. His round belly jiggled as he laughed. "What can I get you today, young lady?"

Hela's curls bounced as she turned in circles, taking in the magnificent sight. Her white floral dress swirled around her legs. "Actually," she said, pulling out her birthday money, "I want to buy everything."

Mr. Peterson's eyebrows shot up. "Everything?"

"The whole shop," Hela declared confidently. "I've been saving for months!"

The old man scratched his gray head, counting the crisp bills she placed on the counter. "Well, I suppose business has been slow. Deal!"

Hela grinned widely. Finally, a chip paradise all to herself!

Behind the Counter

The moment Mr. Peterson handed over the keys and left, Hela dove into her chip paradise. She ripped open bag after bag, crunching through salt and vinegar, cheese puffs, and even the weird chocolate-covered pickle chips.

"This is amazing!" she giggled between bites, her mouth full of barbecue flavor.

Hours passed in a delicious blur. Hela sampled every single flavor on the shelves. When her legs got tired, she climbed behind the counter and kept eating from there. Her white dress stretched tighter around her middle as she worked through the spicy jalapeño chips, then the sweet cinnamon ones.

The afternoon sun streamed through the windows as Hela's eyelids grew heavy. Surrounded by empty chip bags, she curled up behind the wooden counter and fell fast asleep, one hand still clutching a bag of honey mustard chips.

When she woke up the next morning, something felt very wrong. Her stomach had ballooned into a huge, round bubble that pushed against her dress like she'd swallowed a beach ball.

"Oh no!" Hela gasped, struggling to stand up behind the counter.