Ian was eight years old. He lived in Toronto. Every Friday, after school he and his little sister used to go to the convenience store and buy a Fudgebuster.
That was their treat for the end of the week.
A Fudgebuster is a quadruple-layered tower of fudge, caramel, and ice cream. It has a chocolate shell, and a crunchy peanut butter cookie on the bottom.
Ian thought it was the best treat ever made.
After Ian and his sister bought their Fudgebusters, they would walk home. There were 25 blocks from the convenience store to Ian’s home.
At the end of each block, they would take a little bite out of their Fudgebuster. That way it would last them the whole way home.
But one day, Ian’s mother got a great new job in Venezuela.
“Does that me we’re moving to Venezuela?” asked Ian.
“It does,” said Ian’s mother.
“Don’t worry,” said Ian’s father, “you’ll make lots of new friends in Venezuela.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about,” said Ian. “I’m worried that they won’t have Fudgebusters there.”
“I’m sure they have lots of great snacks in Venezuela,” said Ian’s mother.
Ian wasn’t so sure. He had a plan.
When everyone was packing up their suitcases, Ian walked 25 blocks to the convenience store. He emptied his piggy bank onto the counter.
“What’s this for?” asked the store owner.
“I’m moving to Venezuela,” said Ian. “I want to buy all your Fudgebusters.”
The store owner thought that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.
“Kids these days,” he laughed. “Ok, lets see how much you have.”
Together, they counted the change. There was a lot – Ian had been saving up for a long time. It was enough for a crate of 100 Fudgebusters.
The crate was very heavy and Ian came home dripping with sweat. But he did not rest.
He went straight to the fridge and filled up 10 plastic bags with lots and lots of ice.
“So the Fudgebusters won’t melt,” said Ian.
“Good idea,” said Ian’s sister, who was watching.
Ian stuffed all the Fudgebusters and the bags of ice into his suitcase.
The suitcase almost didn’t close. But Ian and his sister sat on it and managed to close it.
Of course there was no room for Ian’s clothes. But at least he had packed the most important thing.
“You can put your pajamas in my suitcase,” said Ian’s sister.
“Thanks,” said Ian.
Then the family got in a taxi and drove to the airport. As they took off on the plane, Ian hoped that the Fudgebusters would be OK.
Ian’s plan was a good plan. It might have worked. But unfortunately, when the plane landed in Venezuela, the cargo workers were on strike.
That meant that all the suitcases had to sit out on the hot Venezuelan tarmac for 11 hours.
Those Fudgebusters didn’t stand a chance.
When Ian’s suitcase finally arrived at their new home, it was already soaked with melted ice cream and fudge.
Ian tried to re-freeze the melted Fudgebusters, but it was no use. They had been melted into a solid glob of sugar and cream.
The whole thing was very sad. Ian’s sister started to cry and ran to her room. Ian paced up and down the front hall, grumbling to himself.
“Don’t feel bad, son,” said Ian’s father, “maybe they sell Fudgebusters here in Venezuela.”
So Ian’s father took Ian and his sister to the nearest convenience store. It was a very big store.
Ian searched every counter. He saw all sorts of candies and treats.
They had chocolate flavored potato chips.
They had chewing gum with sparkles that fizzled and popped in your mouth.
They even had rainbow-colored licorice with a cinnamon stick down the middle.
But they didn’t have Fudgebusters.
“It’s just isn’t fair,” said Ian.
That night Ian had a dream. In his dream a giant Fudgebuster was hovering over his head. Ian floated up into the Fudgebuster and was soon swimming around inside it. A voice spoke to Ian in the dream. The voice said:
“…And this is where the caramel sticks to the fudge center. And this is how the peanut butter melts into the ice cream filling. And this is the way the chocolate shell surrounds the tower of fudge…”
When Ian woke up the next morning, he went to his mother and his father.
“I have a plan,” he said to them, “I am going to make a Fudgebuster.”
Ian’s sister clapped her hands. “Yippeee!” she said.
After school that day, Ian’s mother took him to the supermarket. They bought fudge, they bought ice cream, they bought peanut butter, and they bought caramel.
“We have everything,” said Ian’s mother.
“Wait,” said Ian, “Something is missing.” Ian went down the last aisle of the supermarket to look for something.
When they got home, Ian went straight to the kitchen. He worked and worked and worked. When he wasn’t sure what to do, he closed his eyes and tried to remember his dream.
“Can I see what you’re doing?” asked Ian’s sister.
“Sorry – I have to do it by myself,” said Ian.
Finally, after five hours, Ian’s creation was ready.
Ian’s father, mother, and sister were waiting in the dining room.
Everyone was quiet as Ian walked in holding a platter with a silver cover on top.
He put the platter down on the table. No one breathed.
He lifted the cover. Everyone stared.
It did not look like a Fudgebuster.
Instead of a tall tower, it was the shape of a round disc. Instead of a chocolate shell, it had chocolate balls on the inside. The fudge and the caramel were melted in swirls around the outside. It was sitting on a bed of peanut butter ice cream.
And in the middle, there was a papaya!
“I can’t believe it,” said Ian’s mother.
“It’s beautiful,” said Ian’s father.
“What is it called?” said Ian’s sister.
Ian smiled. “I call it…the Papagoochie!”.
Everyone in Venezuela loved it.