Something was cooking.
Brooklyn stood on her tiptoes, eyes wide at the pizza dough flying high. Her small hands were ready for a challenge.
The shop buzzed with hungry customers. Brooklyn's friend, Whiskers, mewed from his perch. Even cats love pizza.
Uncle Tony slid a steamy slice to a waiting kid. 'Hot and cheesy!' he declared.
A bell jingled, signaling new faces. Brooklyn grinned at Mom, who winked back.
Dough plopped down. Brooklyn patted it flat, then paused, thinking. 'Toppings!' she exclaimed.
She raced to the counter, barely seen over the top. Peppers, she decided. Lots of 'em!
The first pie was ready. Brooklyn slid it into the oven with a giant paddle, cheeks glowing with pride.
Timer dinged. Pizza perfection! But wait, it was missing something.
'Sprinkles!' Brooklyn cheered. The jar of candy poured out, a rainbow on the pizza.
Customers chuckled, their eyes twinkling with delight. Brooklyn's sprinkle pizza was a hit!
As the day ended, Uncle Tony counted the tips. Brooklyn's jar was fullest. Pizza and sprinkles, who knew?
Brooklyn counted her coins, smiling bright. 'Tomorrow,' she whispered, 'more sprinkle magic!'
The end