The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another, his mother called him "WILD THING!" Max answered, "I'LL EAT YOU UP!" and was sent to bed without any supper. His room, however, would not stay just a room for long.
As he lay there, the walls began to grow around him until his room became the world all around. A forest sprang up, first with a few trees, then more, until his whole room was a lush, green wilderness. An ocean tumbled by with a private boat waiting, and Max stepped aboard, sailing off through night and day, in and out of weeks, and over a year.
He sailed to where the Wild Things are. When he landed, the air was filled with terrible roars and gnashing of terrible teeth. The Wild Things rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws, attempting to frighten him. But Max, unafraid in his wolf suit, stared into all their yellow eyes without blinking once. With this magic trick, he tamed them, and the Wild Things, impressed by his bravery, made him King of all Wild Things.
"Let the wild rumpus start!" cried Max, and the land erupted in joyous chaos. He led the Wild Things in a magnificent, boisterous dance, howling at the moon, swinging from trees, and riding on their shaggy backs. They played and romped until they were all tired out, and Max, the King, sent the Wild Things to bed without their supper.
But soon, a loneliness crept into Max's heart. He wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. The smell of good things to eat drifted to him from far away across the world, and he gave up being King of all Wild Things. Though the Wild Things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth, begging him not to go, Max knew it was time to leave.
He sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room. There, waiting for him, was his supper, still hot. His adventure had ended, and the warmth of home, and a meal made with love, awaited him.