New Teeth

by Simon Rich

Genres: Humor & Satire; Short Stories

Synopsis

Laugh till you cry in this new collection of stories from the “Serena Williams of humor writing” (New York Times Book Review) about raising babies and trying to learn how not to be one.  Called a “comedic Godsend” by Conan O’Brien, and “the Stephen King of comedy writing” by John Mulaney, Simon Rich is back with New Teeth, his funniest and most personal collection yet. Two murderous pirates find a child stowaway on board and attempt to balance pillaging with co-parenting. A woman raised by wolves prepares for her parents’ annual Thanksgiving visit. An aging mutant superhero is forced to learn humility when the mayor kicks him upstairs to a desk job. And in the hard-boiled caper, “The Big Nap,” a weary two-year-old detective struggles to make sense of “a world gone mad.” Equal parts silly and sincere, New Teeth is an ode to growing up, growing older, and what it means to make a family.

Release date: July 27, 2021

Publisher: Little, Brown and Company

Print pages: 240

Sample

I am me own master and commander. I serve no king and fear no God. I would sooner cut a hundred throats than heed one order from a living man. When I strike, I take no quarter, for there be no mercy in me heart, just cold, black ice. Me cutlass is me only friend. The devil is me brother. I don’t recycle. When I’m done with a bottle, I just be throwing it out. I am Black Bones the Wicked, the most evil, fearsome pirate ever known.

The only man I trust is me first mate, Rotten Pete the Scoundrel, and I only trust him as far as I can keep me eye peeled on his hook hand. Rotten Pete is so rotten, he’d sell his mother for a piece of eight. He’s got a black beard right up to his eyes, and he loves to keep it slick with dead men’s blood. One thing about him is that he be lactose intolerant, so there be certain things he can’t be eating. But other than that, he has no weaknesses, and like me, in his heart there be no mercy, just the cold, black ice, like I be having.

For years, we be charting a bloody course across the briny blue, looting every schooner fool enough to drift into our ken. When we capture a prize, we spend all the plunder on grog and sing shanties until dawn. Then we go somewhere that be open early serving breakfast. And everyone gives us dirty looks, because our table be loud, but we do not care, because we be pirates, and what makes pirates pirates is we only ever think about ourselves.

  

Our tale begins on the Delicious, a three-masted frigate built for shipping sugar biscuits. We’d hornswoggled the captain into crewing us by claiming we was common merchant seamen. But as soon as we sailed past the breakers, we whipped out our pistols and announced our true intentions.

“Ahoy!” we said. “We be pirates!”

At this point, the crew got angry at the captain for crewing us, and he got defensive-like and said, “How was I supposed to know these gentlemen were pirates?” And his crew pointed out some “red flags” me and Rotten Pete be having, like our peg legs, and our eye patches, and the parrot I be keeping on me shoulder, which always be saying, “Shiver me timbers,” which be a pretty pirate thing to say. And the captain’s face turned red-like and he admitted that he probably should have been getting him some references.

So, anyway, we made him walk the plank, along with all his hoity-toity educated officers. And that’s when I took out me treasure map. I’d won it in a dice game against Blackjack the Crazy, and it gave us directions to all the buried gold in the known world. I nailed it to the mainmast, and we gathered around and stared at it in the boiling midday sun. And after some time, I cleared me throat and said, “So, does anyone here be knowing how to read?” And there were some groans and cursing, and I realized maybe it had been a mistake to be killing all the educated officers.

In any case, with our treasure quest at a momentary standstill, there was nothing to do but get three sheets to the wind. So Rotten Pete broke into the captain’s berth by smashing the door down with his face, and we drank up all the grog and sang ourselves some shanties, with me singing the main parts, and Rotten Pete doing all the harmonies, and we were trying to work out a difficult bridge section when we heard a strange howling noise coming from the deck. It could only mean one thing: we had ourselves a stowaway.

Now, me and Rotten Pete don’t take too kindly to freeloaders. So as soon as we heard his yapping, we loaded up our pistols with the hardest bullets we could find and went up to blow the man down. The wailing was coming from a broken crate of sugar biscuits, and we were gearing up to blast the thing to bits, when some clouds parted aloft, and in the white-bright moonlight we could see two little eyes peering up at us, and that’s when we noticed the stowaway be a little girl.

She was smaller than a seaman’s duffel, with a tiny freckled face and a scraggly mess of hair, as wild as a clump of kelp. She wore the rags of a street urchin, and her body was smeared with crumbs and bits of sugar. She’d wandered on board from the docks, we guessed, to get at all the biscuits, and now here she was, stuck with us pirates at sea.

Now, I expected her to cower at the sight of us, because she be so small, and we be so big, and also, we be pirates. But instead, when she saw us, her lips stopped their quivering, and she sniffled a few times and blinked away her tears. And then, very slow-like, she held up her arms, squeezed her chubby fists, and looked me in me eye, and said, “Up?”

And Rotten Pete turned to me slowly and said, “Arr, I think she be asking you to pick her up.” And I shook me head and snorted and said, “Arr, that be ridiculous.” And Rotten Pete said, “Arr, why does it be ridiculous?” And I reminded him that I don’t heed orders from any living man. I would sooner cut a hundred throats. That be like one of me main things. And Rotten Pete said, “Arr, but it’s not a man, it be a little girl.” And I said, if he wanted to pick her up, that be his business. And he said, “Arr, then I guess I will be the one of us picking her up, even though I be having a hook hand, and it be harder for me to be lifting things.” And I knew he be trying to be passive-aggressive, but I did not say anything, because when he be doing that, I just be ignoring it.

And so Rotten Pete picked up the small girl, and we took her to our berth, and we wrapped her in a blanket and dried off her face, and we stared at her for a while, not really sure what to do. Because we’d been through squalls and mutinies together, been shipwrecked, shot, marooned, and left for dead. But having a kid be different. It’s like, there be no manual for this.

And then the small girl started talking, and she said that she be three years old, and that she be hungry for more biscuits. And Rotten Pete pulled me aside and said, “Arr, what do you think, should we be giving her more biscuits? She has already been eating a lot of biscuits today. Maybe we only give her half a biscuit and also be making her say please first?” And I said, “What the hell is going on? We be pirates. We should just throw her overboard and feed her to the sharks.” And Rotten Pete winced and said, “Arr, come on, we can’t be doing that.” And I asked him if he be getting soft. And he said, “Arr, no, I just be thinking, you know, if we toss her overboard at night, the sharks will come, and they might crack the hull open with their fins.” So I groaned and said, “Fine, she can stay aboard tonight, but there’s no way she be sleeping in our berth.” And he said, “Arr, then where will we be putting her?” And I said, “Arr, we can just stick her in the hold.” And he said, “Arr, it be dark down there, she will be scared and scream.” And I said, “Arr, if she be screaming, we’ll hear her and go down.” And he said, “Arr, so will you go down when that happens? Or are you expecting me to go down?” And in the end we decided we be taking turns going down.

And it was a night like no other I have lived through, louder and more vicious than the blimeyist sou’wester. The small girl kept crying, and asking us for biscuits, and when we finally gave in and brought her some, she started asking both of us for dolls. And I kept telling her, “Arr, we be pirates, we don’t be having dolls,” but she would keep screaming. And so eventually, to shut her up, I gave her me peg-leg and said, “Here, this be a doll,” and that worked for a spell, but then the crying started again, and Rotten Pete went down, and when he came back up, he started building something out of canvas, and I asked him what he be doing, and he said, very quietly, “Arr, I be building a doll bed for her peg-leg doll, because it be needing a bed, like how she be having a bed. It be part of the game that she be playing with her doll. And also, just so you know, the name of her peg-leg doll be Peggy, so if she be asking for Peggy, that be what she means.” And by dawn, I had made up me mind that sharks or no sharks, it was time for the girl to walk the plank.

So I waited until Rotten Pete was snoring-like and I climbed over him and down into the hold. And when the little girl saw me, she held up her hands and said, “Up?” And I gave her a crooked grin and said, real ominous-like, “Arr, I be lifting you up all right.” And she smiled, because she be too young for understanding subtext.

And I grabbed me peg-leg from her and screwed it back on. And she laughed and said, “Peggy spin like ballerina,” and when I ignored her, she said it again, and again, and again, and again, until eventually I said, “Arr, yes, she be doing pirouettes,” because it just be easier to go along with her. And as she wrapped her little arms around me neck, I noticed that her hair had a smell like biscuits, and I wondered how much of that was the biscuits she be eating and how much of it just be the way she be smelling natural-like, like how some kids just be smelling sweet, like cookies. And I realized that’s probably why some parents be calling their kids “cookie,” because they be small and sweet, just like a cookie. In any case, it was time to commit murder.

So I started walking aft, to toss her off the poop deck. And I was almost past the mainmast, when she pointed and said, “I see X!” And I stopped in me tracks and said, “Arr, what did you say?” And she pointed again and said, “X! I see X!” And I followed her tiny finger with me eye, and that’s when I saw what she be pointing at.

The treasure map.

And by this time, Rotten Pete had climbed onto the deck, and when he saw me with the girl, he squinted and said, “Arr, what you be doing?”

And I grinned and said, “Arr, just spending some quality time with me favorite little girl in the whole world!”

  

So it turned out that the girl knew letters, and not only that, she knew all the sounds that they be making, like “P” be for “princess,” and “S” be for “sparkles,” and “L” be for “lollipop.” And using this inside information, we were able to sound out some words on the map, and start to make it tell its golden tales.

Sometimes it be slow going. The girl would tell a couple of letters—“this is ‘T,’ this is ‘R’”—but then a seagull would land on some rigging and she’d run off, chasing it. And if there be a bunch of seagulls, then she’d be getting excited, and soon she’d be pretending like she be a seagull, saying “quack, quack,” and flapping her arms like wings, and sometimes it be hard to redirect her.

But then I figured out the trick of bribing her with biscuits, and pretty soon I had her doing letters all day long. And after a week or two, I figured out the first spot where I thought there be some treasure, a tiny island off the coast of Malta, or as she be calling it, “mermaid, apple, lemonade, tiara, apple.”

So I set our course and had me men bear down, and before long the lookout was shouting, “Land ahoy!” We rowed our swift longboat ashore, and sure enough, the treasure was just where the map had said it was, right under the “X” for “xylophone.”

And so we dug up the shiny golden coins, and bit them with our teeth like we be doing, and made fast to port, where we traded them all for grog. And Rotten Pete said, “Arr, maybe we should be trading for some other stuff, too, while we’re here, like baby carrots and yogurts and things that are healthy-like for the small girl.” . . .