One evening, young Larry had been digging in his garden only to uncover a large, round, skin-colored object. He tried to yank the thing out of the ground, but it had been quite stuck, and he tugged as hard as he could until it came out of the ground. Larry heard something moan and he ran away, terrified.
When Larry went inside, he showed the skin-colored thing to his mother, who promptly tells him that they will eat it for supper later that evening.
When dinner came around, the father carved the thing into three pieces and they had eaten it in their casserole. After eating, the three had done the dishes and were ready for bed. Larry climbed into bed and almost instantly fell asleep, but he had woken with a start as he had heard a strange howl coming from outside:
''"Where are my ba-a-a-alls?"''
Larry covered his head up and shut his eyes, hoping to just fall asleep, but he shot his eyes open again as the voice was even louder:
''"Where are my ba-a-a-alls?"''
Larry let out a breath and kept his covers over his head, shivering. The voice could be heard at his back door, downstairs:
''"Where are my ba-a-a-alls?"''
The back door had been heard being opened and shut, and the stairs had been being trodden on. Larry kept the covers over his head and his eyes shut tight as the voice had been quieter, but had reached his bedroom door:
''"Where are my ba-a-a-alls?"''
Larry made not a sound as he felt a presence in his room walk right up next to him...
''"YOU ATE MY BALLS!"''