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Find out more about this fun contest here: https://www.juliehauswirth.com/post/2026-kidlit-chuckle-challenge
Here’s my 2026 entry!
How a Heart Hurricane Saved the Day
(200 Words)
My little brother’s name is Charles Carter. But I call him Captain Catastrophe. Before you get all, “that’s not very nice” about it, you really should hear my side of the story.
For my 10th birthday, Mom finally agreed to let me have a sleepover party.
I wanted it to be perfect. English Muffin pizzas, manicures, hair braiding.
The trouble started during the movie. We were wrapped in blankets, munching popcorn. It was perfect, until…the stench of Char-, I mean, Captain Catastrophe- invaded the air.
Megan spit popcorn across the room.
Claire pinched her nostrils.
Rylee dry heaved.
Brooke clamped her hands over her mouth. “What’s that smell?”
Of course, I knew, even before Captain Catastrophe leapt over the couch, yelling, “Fart Thunderstorm!!”
At first, I wanted to yell for Mom to help. Then, instinct kicked in. NOTHING was going to ruin my party. Nothing.
“On your feet!” I shouted. “Let’s make a Heart Hurricane!” We linked hands and skipped in circles around my brother. The prevailing winds of our heart hurricane overcame the fart thunderstorm and the unstable weather system who’d created it…aka Captain Catastrophe. And sent him adrift back to his room.
And my party?
It was perfect.






