The tiny town of Chewandswallow was very much like any other tiny town except for its weather, which came three times a day, at breakfast lunch and dinner. Life for the townspeople was delicious until the weather took a turn for the worse. The food got larger and larger and so did the portions. Chewandswallow was plagued by damaging floods and storms of huge food. The town was a mess and the people feared for their lives. 

Something had to be done, and in a hurry.