The Big Lemonade Stand Scoop!
Porto del Sol’s summers are always hot and sunny. This summer, Huey Seabreeze and Muddy McBurrows concocted a plan both cool and delicious. Lemonade!
“Now you boys have everything you need, don’t you? Extra cups and lemons and —“ asked Heidi McBurrows.
“Yes, Mom! We’re all ready to go.” The boys had been planning for days over the McBurrows’ coffee table, from borrowing and decorating the cart to testing lemonade recipes until they both had one they agreed on.
“All right, sweetie. You two have a good time.”
“Thanks, Mom!”
“Thanks, Mrs. McBurrows! We’ll do our best!”
The first to arrive at their little stand was the town mayor, Lionel Grand, and his son Lawrence.
“Well, boys, what’s all this?” Lionel asked, examining their stand with great interest.
“Lemonade, Daddy! Can we have some? Please?” Lawrence asked shyly, burrowing into his father’s side.
“I think we can, if these fine young men will sell us some.”
“Of course, Mr. Grand!” Muddy passed out the cups that Huey poured.
“Please enjoy them, sir!” Huey gulped nervously. Their first customer was the mayor? This was make-or-break!
“This is delicious, isn’t it, Lawrence?” Lionel asked.
“Oh yes, Daddy! It’s really yummy! And nice and sweet on a hot day like today.”
“Well, thank you, gentlemen,” said Lionel. “We’ll be sure to tell everyone we meet today how wonderful your lemonade is.”
“Thank you, sir!” both boys exclaimed, and waved as their first customers headed into town.
“That was sure nice of him,” Muddy mused aloud.
“It was!” Huey said, wiping down the cart. He glanced back up, and his eyes widened. “Oh boy. Muddy, look!”
The mayor certainly had made good on his promise to tell people. Within minutes, the boys had a line that wrapped around their cart and continued down the riverbank. Everyone from town seemed to have decided to come out for a treat!
“Very fine lemonade, this. Good job, boys,” said Merlot.
“Thank you, Mr. Redwood!” Approval from the vintner and his wife was even better than the approval of the mayor! Everyone knew how hard they worked to make the delicious wines and juices Porto del Sol was famous for.
“Yes, indeed. Keep up the good work,” Shiraz assured them. “It’s wonderfully refreshing.”
“Thank you, ma’am!”
The line behind the Redwoods burst into a murmur of excitement, above and beyond the ongoing chatter as people waited. Everyone sounded enthusiastic about the boys’ little enterprise, especially with the Redwoods’ stamp of approval.
They served and served, and finally had to break out their reserved extra jug of lemonade. “It’s a good thing we made a lot before we set up,” Huey told Muddy.
“For sure,” worried Muddy. “After Samuel and Karen, here come the Pickleweeds!” There were seven in the Pickleweed family, and every single one of them was here.
“Oh boy … I hope we have enough!”
Huey wiped his forehead and breathed out a “phew!” The Pickleweeds had come and gone, and he and Muddy could see the end of the line. It looked like they had just enough to serve the Persians and Martha.
“Here you are! Thanks so much for coming by,” Huey passed out glasses to the Persians, while Muddy busied himself juicing more lemons and pouring more water.
He paused, and Huey could hear him mutter, “Uh-oh.”
He didn’t get a chance to ask Muddy what was wrong, because Hector and Isabella showed up just at that moment. “Hi Huey! Mom sent us to get some lemonade for Dad, please!” Hector said.
“He’s so busy working today, and it’s so hot. We’re bringing him his lunch, and a big thermos of your lemonade would really hit the spot.”
“Well, you’re in luck,” said Huey. “Muddy’s making more, but we should have just enough left to fill up that thermos.”
“Thanks, Huey! Thanks, Muddy,” the other kids chorused, and waved as they headed for Charles’ farmland.
“What was uh-oh?” Huey asked, once the Hunter-Smyths had gone.
“We forgot to bring more sugar!”
“Oh no! What’ll we do?” Now was not the time to panic! They both fell silent for a moment, trying to figure out what next.
“The Chocolates are just around the corner,” Muddy suggested. “Maybe Mrs. Chocolate will let us borrow some.”
“That’s a good idea,” agreed Huey. “If you’ll finish getting the rest of the lemons squeezed, I’ll go ask.” He pattered off before Muddy had a chance to say anything, and returned a few minutes later with a small blue canister.
“She said we could take the whole jar and bring it back when we were done for the day,” he said excitedly. “Now we don’t have to worry about running out!”
“Phew! Well, let’s get this put together before anyone else shows up!” It was a good thing they scrambled, because —
“Hi guys! Smile! Freya wants to interview you for the paper!” Sherry said, just as they set down the fresh pitcher. She snapped their photo with smiles all around.
“That’s right! We overheard you asking Mom about the sugar, and your lemonade stand sounds awesome! Tell us all about everything! We’ll make it front-page!” Freya enthused.
The boys looked at each other in amazement. From the mayor, to the vintner, to the paper! Okay, it was Freya’s little Daily Chocolate that she hand-published, but even so, that was big! And Freya’s dad posted the paper up in his cafe, so people besides the kids would see it, too. Hopefully Freya would write them a nice article.
Muddy started explaining how they’d planned their enterprise, while Huey fetched her a tall glass of their freshly-made lemonade.
“I’m so excited to try it! Everyone’s been saying it’s so delicious and s—s——
“SALTY!” howled Freya. “You’ve been sabotaged! This is the crime of the century!”
Sherry put her hands up. “Freya, please, stop and think. They got the sugar from your own mom. There’s no way she would sabotage — “
“Someone must have sneaked into our house! That’s even worse!’ Freya started scribbling furiously in her notebook.
Huey took a tentative sip of the lemonade. Freya was right; it was terrible! The boys looked at each other anxiously, and Muddy wiped away sweat from his forehead. Front-page might not be good for them after all!
“Freya, dear, calm down,” said a familiar voice.
“Mrs. Chocolate!”
“Hello, boys. Hi, Sherry,” she beamed, and turned apologetically to Huey. She was carrying an identical blue canister to the one Huey had brought earlier, but it was a size larger. “I’m sorry, Huey. When I told you to take the blue canister, I didn’t tell you which one. The sugar is in the bigger one.”
“Oh, that’s what happened!” Huey looked flustered, but relieved. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Chocolate. I must have used two cups of your salt!”
“That’s all right! Let’s make up a new batch,” she suggested, offering the boys the other canister. They quickly set to work.
“Aw,” Freya groused quietly. There was no sabotage, just a misunderstanding. She drew a disappointed line through her Lemonade Stand Larceny title. Sherry patted her on the shoulder. “How about Lemonade Stand Luxury?” she suggested instead, as Muddy passed them each a newly-mixed lemonade.
“Aaaah…” Delicious. It was so delicious; cool and refreshing just like everyone else had said. “I think we can do that,” Freya decided, her disappointment vanishing under a wave of sweet lemonade. She nodded enthusiastically at Huey and Muddy. “Just you wait and see!”
“Thanks for helping us, Mrs. Chocolate,” the boys said gratefully. Not only had she saved them from a lemonade disaster, she’d saved them from Freya roasting them in the paper. What a relief!
“It’s my pleasure. Good luck with the rest of your day, boys!”
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The rest of the day went smoothly. Freya flopped nearby and scribbled furiously while Sherry snapped photos, and other friends came and went, getting fresh glasses of lemonade to top off their day. Finally, worn out and tired, the boys started packing up.
“That was a great day,” Muddy enthused. “Even with the mix-up!”
“It sure was, but I’ve learned my lesson,” Huey agreed. “Always, always taste-test before you serve anything to Freya!”
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