“Hey, why are you crying Tuna Noodle Casserole?” 

“Wha…huh? Oh no, I’m not crying. This is condensation I was left out. Oh okay fine, you caught me! I am crying.”

“There there do not cry. Nothing is ever as bad as it seems. I’m sure whatever it is we can work it out.” 

“NO! No, you cannot fix my problem. No one can. I’m done. Finished. Finito. Put a fork in me. No mas.”

“What do you mean? People love tuna. I absolutely adore tuna sandwiches every now and…”

“WHAT?!?! How dare you mention tuna sandwiches in front of me! They’re my rivals. I hate them with all my guts!”

“Oh, oh okay. I’m sorry. So what’s the problem Tuna Noodle Casserole? Why so blue? Why so sad? Why all the tears?”

“Well that’s just it. Everyone really likes tuna sandwiches. But no one likes me. I’m always at parties and potlucks, hoping and wishing that someone will scoop me up and give me a try. But does that happen?”

“Uh…”

“Well does it?!?”

“Umm, I dunno. Uh well sometimes…The thing is….I think I’ve seen….Okay, so they do not I guess. Maybe not. Do you not get eaten often Tuna Noodle Casserole?”

“No I do not, thank you every much. I’m just left there on the table all alone. No one wants me when there’s all that other hip and trendy food all around. I’m forgotten and abandoned like if I’m diseased. People ask what I am—I get all excited—and as soon as they find out they steer clear. They tell other party guests to stay away from me.” 

“Ew, that’s Tuna Noodle Casserole. Don’t eat any of that.”

“Well it’s not that they do not like you Tuna Noodle Casserole. It’s just that you…well you’re…the thing is you’re o-u-t-d-a-t-e-d. Okay there I said it you’re old fashioned. No one wants hot mayo-y tuna casserole.”

“I knew it! My life is over. What will my family say? What will they think? They’ll disown me.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad. Hey listen we can give you a recipe makeover! Yea, we’ll transform you into something new and exciting and inviting.” 

“Really? Like what?”

Well how about….Tuna Noodle Tostadas? But served cold, we’ll keep you far away from the oven.” 

“I like the sound of that! Me gusta! I’ll be so hip and cool. Everyone will want to be me and eat me. Watch out tuna sandwiches.  I’m taking over.”