Dr Bourbo

"And that is why you have been  taken to the most excellent hospital, Mr. Barnes. And I'm sure that you are in the best care.... you need not fear."

Dr. Bourbo was a large, immense man, with a burly chest littered with brown hair. His dark blotched skin made an ugly figure indeed, but in comparison to some of the other people of his day he was deemed attractive. Idiots. Anyhow, he adjusted the needle, wiping Mr. Barnes small dry arm before he stuck it in him. Mr. Barnes, called Elliot by his friends, was a blonde haired gentleman, who was the son of a wealthy man investing himself in the railroad industry. He was rather spoiled, but not nessicarily one of the money loving brats that make up the children of the upper class. Rather, he was determined on doing good sensible things with his money and was not one to shy away from any challenges for his intelligence or prestige. He had hung his overcoat and top hat at the hanger, and had now rolled up his skinny sleeve to await the needle. A new disease was going around, and as Bourbo adjusted the needle, Barnes looked around at the small doctor's office they were in, quite annoyed at the lengthy process of filling out the information even though everyone knew who he was. The whitewashed walls and small oak desk by some test tubes indicated the sullen atmosphere he found himself in. Whooping cough was about to be vaccinated for Mr. Barnes.

"Can you be quick about this?" Mr. Barnes replied in a tone he thought to be most sweet and genuine, as Dr. Bourbo continued getting the needle selected and ready.

"These things take time," Dr. Bourbo replied in his rich, dark British accent. "And you wouldn't want me to...cause an accident from carelessness."

"No sir...but I probably could allow for a change in pace around here... persay perhaps to convientanly speed up this process... no offense meant, Dr."

As Mr Barnes took a breath and his eyes twinkled in a friendly manner, he noticed that the good doctor was taking a little bit TOO much time to prepare the vaccine. He was up to something else. He was developing chlorophyll, a chemical used to drug patients and or victims. Leaping up as Bourbo turned around, Barnes grabbed a syringe at the last moment, as Bourbo's hand swung right in a wide cuff, the dark hair hitting up against the face of Elliot Barnes. He clattered against the cabinets, rubbing his head, all in a blur as Bourbo smiled as wide as a train track at the figure of Barnes, knocked out cold.

Soap, Soap

Soap, soap, I love you so.
You clean my body and rinse my elbow.
Soap, soap how slippery you are
you green solid square little bar.

Soap, soap, why do you keep slipping?
As the shower water keeps on dripping?
Soap, soap, you crash down to the floor after getting away from my hand.
This happens all the time, the process is so bland!

Soap, soap, will you stop falling from my grasp?
I yell this millions of times, my voice is really rasp!
Soap, soap, I bend and pick you up.
Then I stand back up.

Soap, soap, I smash you to the floor.
No more will I put up with your nonsense, no more!
Soap, soap, I hate you so much!
If it wasn't bad for me, I would eat you and munch, munch!
Soap, soap, your slipping days are over
I might even feed you to my dog Rover!

Soap, soap, why did you I have to kill you?
They should make you rougher, tougher, and more sticker... don't you think that's true?
Soap, soap, as the water bounces off the tile
I wonder why you had to be so vile.

Soap, soap, I think I have a solution.
If we put a rope on you, then it would be better for everyone's nutrition!
Soap, soap, I'll give you another try
I tied the rope on it and left it hanging high.

Soap, soap, let's try again some other time.
I'm glad I wrote this rhythm.


(No stealing, I have a lawyer and copyright.)

2012 Soap, Soap.

By Andrew.

An Alien Experience

This is a spinoff on the blog I wrote about when we went to Roswell, New Mexico, land of the Aliens. I must say that it is not true, because of course it involves aliens. So it is one of Andrew's Inventive Adventures, and it involves me and my family. Now, let us begin. (P.S., no stealing this story, I will sue you.)

(P.S.S Sorry for misspelling, my computer is acting up and can't do the spell check. Sorry.) 

CHAPTER 1: The Beginning. 

It started as all days start that involve adventures, with you thinking no adventures would happen. We had previously the other night camped in a vacant R.V. park, the people who work there had gone to their houses and we took a form we were to sign and leave the money in. Now, the only weird part was some illusive figure through the blinds, and moving about as someone who knows someone else is there but doesn't want to show themselves. It was a green porch, and had wood peeling off. Dad and I stood there alone, trying to look at the thing in the office. And then, a great light shone in front of us, and I can't quite describe what it was like, like green light... that's all I can decribe. Dad, because he doesn't believe in aliens, simply said,  

"I THINK THEY DON'T WANT US HERE!" We then quickly opened the doors, and got in the car. The rest of the evening, we just stayed inside, with no other trouble befalling us, except when we were watching the dogs pee we heard a noise this was really odd, like kind of like a bird but not exactly. It was a "KRRRRRRRRR WACKWOTTA" I was even more creeped out now. Soon, I wanted to get out of Roswell, New Mexico, for fear of my life. 

The next day you can read about in a few days, about the UFO Museum and everything. I don't have time to talk about both today, I must say. But, we went out of the town, away from Roswell, because we were going to a national Park called Bottomless Lake. I was scared we were going to get abducted, I guess. I mean, I don't usually believe in that kind of stuff but the evidence at the UFO museum proved that aliens probably exist, so now I was scared they were going to abduct was. We stopped at a parking lot where there was some desert shrub and dirt, and we went up to a tan fat boy and another white bearded man. Rebecca, my sister, ran up with new zeal to be the first one to see this natural wonder.I came up behind her, seeing a young couple sitting with their white buckets on little "shelves" by the water, on the rock. There was red and brown rock, and some cactuses around, and then the blue crystal clear water in there, and I couldn't even see a bottom. We were very high up from the water actually, and went up further. Dad stayed down talking to the fisherman, while the fat tan boy danced around, and ran up. It was a steep climb for the rest of the family. Going over little holes, up and avoiding thorns, the whole deal. At the top on the right side of the circular hole we took our picture, unaware of a blue circular saucer, it looked like, slowly oozing out of the hole that was slightly bigger in width and circumference than this ship. As Rebecca argued about me saying that I could never be room tempature(when someone says their hot or cold I say, "I'm never hot nor cold, just room tempature) then, it lifted up. 

Dad saw it, and the fisherman too. Lights flashed around in our eyes, pale white lights that we could barely see, as it was midday. Dad, out of his large cackie pants that have so many things that not even a Fabio could lift him up, took out his Judge, a gun, and put it off the safety. By this time Rebecca saw it, and pointed to it, as Mom and I turned around. I was struck into staying still like from Medusa's eyes, like being turned into a statue. Mom took a picture; I mean it was an instinct, her being an experienced photographer. Dad took both hands and shot at the thing as the bullet bounced off like an arebotic in Cirque De Soliel. Then there was a backlash on the rebel, Dad, who shot at it, as a blue light shot out and made the gun literally fall into the pool, on fire and broken apart like two people in a divorce. Dad yelled for us to come down and get in the car, as he opened the door and got in, and then, as we weren't going fast enough, made the stick-shift jeep go actually up over shrubs and dirt and desert, coming up as the UFO, as I guessed it was, shot out more blue lights. One went through the back seat, where Rebecca and I sit, and went through both doors from the side before hitting the dirt and making up a storm of dust and dirt. One took off the right rear view mirror, and it fell and the glass cracked like the dirt of a New Mexico desert. Those couple tried to stay hidden, but suddenly in the UFO a blue light shot out and they fell down, equipment and all. They were about to hit the water and I looked with a scared face, but then a blue light cylinder came up and they were lifted in, screaming all the time. Mom, Rebecca and I ducked and weaved, and got in the car as Dad broke through the desert, away from the UFO. 

"WHAT ABOUT THOSE TWO OTHER PEOPLE?" I asked Dad, inspecting the hole in the door that brought constant breeze. Our tires jumped and jerked on the desert floor. They were driving on eggs, or like eggs anyway. The sounds seemed like they were going away. I didn't receive an answer from Dad. 

"We have to save our own lives, Andrew. I know that sounds bad, but... DAMN!"

"Dad, don't cuss!" Rebecca pleaded as she always does.

"I'm am so scared, Rebecca.This is not the time."

I felt bad for those people, but wanted us to be saved also, so I put away the subject. Would we make it back to town and be okay? And if we did, would people help out and believe us, even in this town that was so famous for it's aliens? 

"Their gone. Good." Dad remarked, the sweat on his neck more than a trickle, his breaths in and out like a steam engine. 

"How much gas do you have left?" Mom asked, who hadn't been talking earlier on account of crying, praying to God, and looking down. She had composed herself by now. 

"Less than half. It should get us back to town." 

The worst part of the day then happened. Dad's eyes filled up like water into a cup, and he veered to the left, the giant blue saucer in front of us, with the waving pale lights. A voice boomed out of it, like the sound of God, that's how loud it was. But it sounded British, which surprised me. 

"STOP NOW, PESKY HUMANS! YOU ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF GOOGLEIGOOGA, LORD OF THE VISP!!!"

We didn't stop though, of course. Dad tried to avoid them, the bulky black Rubicon Jeep going left, the tires bringing up dust. We went off to the left, hoping against hope we would escape them, but knowing in the back of our mind we probably wouldn't. The bright noonday sun blinked out my vision, across the open desert. 

"YOU HAVE TRIED TO ESCAPE AND NOW YOU WILL PAY THE CONSQUENCES!" Then, came something that happened so fast that I can't even give you good description about. Again, we were hit in the tires by the blue light, and were knocked off, jerking this way and that, the glass cracking in a million pieces and then breaking up and down. We went on our side, then was hit from the engine, and then we went over and under and over and over and under, the tires now either deflated or gone, like in a bouncy jump place at a fairground. Our roof, which was a soft top because of the abilty for it to pull back and have open air, had a large cut in it that was torn through the middle. The airbag came out on Mom and Dad, and Rebecca was crying with blood on her face. I had a black eye and my leg was stuck under Mom's chair, and I heard a snap. Broken. Dad, was knocked out. I started balling now too, wondering why anybody would shoot lasers like that at an innocent family. Well, not totally innocent. I threw Rebecca's toy over the fence that separated the R.V. park we were staying at last month. But not evil or bad family. And now we were almost dead. I knew I had to stay strong; since Dad was knocked out I was the only man, and had to take control of the more fragile and scared women. But, I had no time to do that as the light was knocked out of my eyes, and I felt a strange nothingness, no feeling, no sense of direction, no noise, nothing. I was out for the count. 

CHAPTER 2: Inside the UFO.

"...then dissect them and uh, dispose of the vermin."

I blinked, as lightness and the world entered my pupils. Then I saw the weirdest thing I've ever seen, weirder than anything I had ever seen on the trip prior. It was a cloaked being, with tubes coming out of both sides of his mouth, and green eyes. It wasn't what I had been expecting what aliens would look like, no green heads, E.T. like fingers, skinny forms, or anything of the sort. The flying saucer did look as everyone imagined it, I must admit though. As soon as I opened my eyes, I moved my fingers, seeing if I had broken anything. I was on the floor of a circular room, not very large, where four or five of these creatures were around, with long staffs in their hands, with two ends like a bee's nest or a tiki torch. Looking right, I saw Rebecca, who was tied up, and felt behind my back silver handcuffs. I tried to reach for my pocketknife in my back pocket but fell short. I looked around for Mom and Dad, and found them not there. At the same time, one of the aliens found I was awake and it was like him reading my mind, when he said, "Your parents are not here, human child. They are in another chamber, getting worked on."

"DISSECTED?" 

"It is of no worth to you, human child. Go back to sleep before I change my mind about not dissecting you."

"LET US GO! We DID NOTHING TO HARM YOU! YOU'RE ALL EVIL!" tears came into my eyes. Were they really going to kill my beloved parents?

"Oh, so you are a feisty human child? Rooga, silence the little devil." A hooded alien made his way toward me, stick in hand. I had to move fast. He touched a button which made green electronic pulses go through the hole stick, like rain down on the ground and through the rivers. The bee's nest part turned green and I could see the electronic pulses going through. I could turn around and he could make the silver handcuffs melt off! It was risky, but what did I have to lose? 

Rebecca was still knocked out, but quickly blinked and opened her eyes as the guy came toward me. I had steam out of my ears and fire in my eyes, so angry that they were going to kill my wonderful parents. Rooga, as I saw now that he was called, lunged forward just as I jumped up on my feet, turned around so now he was facing my handcuffs, and it happened so fast that he didn't know what he was doing. The handcuffs suddenly felt hot on me, and I heard them melting as the silver turned to black and red. They then slipped off without much fanfare.  I felt a sensation, a burning in my hands like a thousand nails hitting it with great force. I was on fire... but wait no I wasn't. I turned around, and Rooga came to his senses, attacking and lunging again with his staff. Rebecca kicked him in the shins and knees with her boots she was wearing, kicking the steeltoed shoes into the unlucky man. Rooga dropped the staff as he was shaking right and left, and I picked it up and jabbed it at his chest without much hestitation, I mean, they were going to kill my parents. 

"Child, drop that weapon before I have to kill you. Human Vermin."

"No, you don't have a weapon. I will, as long as you tell me three things, why you're here and abducted us, where my parents are, and how we get out of here. Then I'll leave you. "

"I don't think so. Goodbye for now, oh writer of blogs. Oh wait, goodbye forever." He pushed a button behind him.

How did you know I have a bl..." I didn't have time to finish my sentence as two more aliens came in, hooded with the gas mask thing. I kind of wished silently that they looked like the ones I had dreamed about and seen in the movies, just to prove people they existed, but oh well. Now I looked at these people, and I came to the realization that I was going to fight them. I told Rebecca to turn around and stuck my bee's nest at her, and it melted and she shrieked, in her usual sarcastic scold. 

"This isn't the time. We need to find Mom and Dad. Find something to throw to these two idiots."

"You both could use it, just press the middle button and then it will split in half and you can both have a small sword," the one on the right said in an English accent.

"You dimwit! You just gave it away!" the left one said, but I could hear in his voice that it seemed like he was bad acting. I am an actor, and I can know when something is real or fake, and that was defintley fake. I thought that the triangle button in the middle did something else, like electrified myself or something. I wouldn't give in.

"Liar."

Rebecca spoke, "Hey, do you want any thinmints? I am a girlscout! Panda Love Dictionary men water QuickenLoans!"

"WHAT OUT OF THIS WORLD?!" they both said together, as if it was rehearsed. This was the time. I silently thanked Rebecca's intuitiveness. I then struck at the right one who was looking confused and shocked, taking him down as he tried to hit me and then I ducked, and our two sticks locking. The other one, who seemed like the smarter, came forward and smartily hit my feet, as I felt the terrible feel of all of the juice of the electric charges against my skin, all those volts hitting me simautanisously, man it was the worst. But, still fighting, I waved the stick around twice, and it hid Alien One in the face, side on, and he drifted away like a drunk and fell down. Alien Two hit me head on in the chest. I sang like a bag of potatoes. 

Rebecca lifted up the stick, even though it was very heavy for her, and stuck it in Two's back. He fell and said before he went face down, "MAMA!"

"Rebecca, you have to go; more people will be on their way shortly. Leave." I said on the ground. 

"Andrew I am not leaving you. I am your sister." 

"I'll be fine; you have to save Mom and Dad. Rebecca, it's their two lives against mine. I can get up and as your getting them back, I can find a possible way to get out. Do you want to risk the lives of our parents. I'll be fine. Think about this in perspective."

Rebecca hugged me. "I love you, AB.(her nickname of me) Stay safe. Are you sure I will be able to do it?"

"I believe in you and love you too."

"Andrew, I know that sometimes I call you mean names and say your a jerk, and pinch you, but deep down inside I sometimes want to be like you."

"You have to go now. Oh and ditto for me."

"You and your sayings." She took the stick and then upon her exit of the room, said, "Bye."  Then, she left. I wondered as a tear rushed down my face if I would see her again. 

I was hurt, I already knew that. Knowing that I had always been an independent person, I could probably do this without Rebecca's help. I secretly wished that she had stayed with me, but Mom and Dad needed help more than I did. I got up with much diffuculty, and then went over to a series of numbers and buttons and signs, all ones I had never seen before. A lot of triangles, also. I tried to look for something human, but found nothing. Seeing a window and a little room with two benches. I tried to open it up, but it could only be used with a card through a slot. Okay, so there was nothing in this room except for three guys that were knocked out. They might wake up. Folding everything over in my mind, I guessed the room had video surrevilance and that the boss would be back, wondering what where that would be. Suddenly, a planned formed in my mind. If I put out the camera, then that would grasp their attention and somebody, anybody, would come and I could sneak up on them, and take their card. I had already checked the three guards who came, One, Two, and Rooga. What was the Boss's name? I remembered him saying that he was Googlegaga or something of the sort, but I would idenify him now as that, because it was so long. G. for short, I supposed. I looked and found a triangle camera in one of the corners and hit my bee's nest against it, making it turn into flame. Oops. Okay, so now all I cold do is wait. And wait. And then...it happened. 

G. came in, from the hallway, with two men in front of him. Write away I threw at them, and one crumbled and came into the hallway. The other ran torward me, and I could see he was a good warrior as he faked me out and came under me, stabbing me in the legs. It already hurt from the last time, so I was now paralized. G. spoke. 

"You have put up a good fight here, human vermin child. But now you will be...disposed of. You are already very hurt. Now, die."

"Wait, wait! Please give me a chance!", I said with anxious dismay. "I can tell you the whole history of our planet and then you can just try to let me go."

The boss, or G., folded it over in his mind for a few minutes, in a thinking attitude as one does when deciding if their going to do a risky sureorgy or dangerous trip to Africa. He then spoke, and said one word, which was enough, as I had never wanted to hear any word more than this, "Speak." And I did. 

Chapter 3: My talk with an alien

"Well, uh, um...a lot of people think that the world..uh, started with an asteroid that was big, called the Big Bang, and I don't know the whole science but it crashed into a star or something...and, uh, made the Earth." I gulped. 

"This I already know from other useless civilastions that we have destroyed. Anything else?" he asked, his eyebrows raised. 

I was fighting for my life. "Well, Christians, not the secular scientists, believe-oh and I believe this too- that God, the all being Lord, made the universe and made us, in seven human days. It might have been 7 million years and God made Evolution happen himself, and I don't know about that...."

G. interrupted, "What use is religion to you? Is it a possible tool for you vermin?"

"Well, we have to have something to believe in because...well to have a reason in life and try to make other people...gentiles, christianized" 

G. looked thoughtful. "You look hungry. Do you want some pizza?" 

My eyes widened, as I realized that this alien had seen I was hungry, which I was. "Aliens know what pizza is?"

"Well of course. We have had spies come onto your planet, dressed up in your garb and skin, and we find it quite aggreeable. I have decided to not let you die yet. Toooga, take the three unconsiensous guards, Rooga, Sooga, and Mooga, and give them a beating for not obeying. You make take a few trips. Tell Kooga to get this young human vermin some pizza."

Toooga picked up Rooga by the armpit and dragged him away through the doorway. For a while while he was gone G. and I kind of just stood and sat(I was on the ground) in silence. I broke the eerieness by saying, 

"Will I die from your guys electrocuting me?" 

"Oh yes, sorry about that. Here, drink this." He leaned down and gave me a weird jug, with blue triangles coming out of the top of the sides. I thanked him and gulped it. It tasted not that bad, and instantly my hurts were gone. I believed now that maybe G. wasn't the worst. No, wait! Of course he was the worst! He was going to dissect my parents just because they couldn't work as good as me and he tried to kill me! I can't like this cold British-accent alien! But I needed to be safe with him, because he has all the power to do anything. He's colder than space, probably. 

"Thanks. So...can I ask the history of where you come from?" I have to admit, I was so curious, and I knew that I would probably never talk to an alien again, so this was the time. Plus, I needed to keep the conversation rolling, and stall because of Rebecca finding Mom and Dad. We could overtake him and take his card, get into the space pod, and somehow get home, when they came. 

"I guess so, sure. We were a very advanced race, that were made by something very powerful, an energy source in our planet, that has a crystal core of calcite and a material you probably don't know, X-9Troton, which is red and contains many different metals. We were made there, and even though we have made a lot of technology and spacecraft, scientists there still don't know just how we were created. Maybe it was from your God you mentioned, perhaps. Anyway, we developed a species, and used tools that were made from triangles, as it was the only shape we really knew of. Our whole planet is a trianglular pyramid, the only planet like that that we have explored. There might be others.  As we made a class of rulers that made all the technology, our main material used being X-9Troton, we came to Earth, which was fairly close, only a few light-years, and now I have taught my crew to use whatever language that is popular in the atmosphere of the planet we are at, which is English. But, we can speak French, Spanish, Chinese, the like. I myself have traveled the Earth, and our primary spot of arrival is Roswell, New Mexico. We are so afraid of the cold that it is perfect in that area of the world, hot in the summer and mild in the winter. But, as you know, a few of our kind have been captured, as well as our spacecraft. We have improved them from the ones in 1947 to be more...powerful. Now..."

"Sorry to interrupt, sir, but you don't look anything like the little dudes that our green and have big heads." This was so informational, and now it all made sense! I was so glad I was having this conversation; it was so interesting...a lot more than History or English class.

"I was just getting to that. If I happened to take off my mask, I would die immiedatly. The only air we can breathe is that of our planet, not yours or any other. Eooogooga, our greatest inventor, made the masks, in edition to the sticks you have used, which are made of X-9Troton. But we looked like the little ones, after those died in there from the air, coming into the Roswell, New Mexico area, and they were probably mutilated, and they look short from how they found them or something. I wish I could show you how I look in real life, but Alas it cannot be done. But we have been around a lot more than you have, and were making rockets before Genhis Khan was alive."

"Two questions: is that why you think we're vermon and how do you disguise yourself among us?" I was now really engaged in this enlightening conversation. 

"Yes for the first question. You know, I thought you would be more bitter and not good at talking. Very polite, for a vermin child. But yes you are so far behind in life, not as advanced as us. I have been to planets that are worse, however. For the second question, we use fat skin suits, and it makes the person look fat, by putting the tubes in the cheeks and all."

I couldn't even believe that I was having a conversation like this. It was so weird, first of all, talking about races and space exploration and the like, and second of all I was talking to an alien, as I blinked repeatdely. I asked, "What is the name of your species? Vesp or something?"

"Visp. This is how I spoke into the microphone." G. moved to a triangle, and pressed down, and said,"WHAT IS YOUR NAME, HUMAN?" He had his back turned, but I knew he was referring to me. I took a bee's nest stick, and, glad there were no other knocked out aliens or even alive ones in there. The alien had forgotten, fortunatly, to take the sticks away. 

Trying to stall while I tried to figure out which button make it electricfy with the X-9Troton materials, I asked another question. "So why were you in Bitter Lake? And why do you abduct people and dissect them?"

"Well, we were in Bitter Lake because it is our headquarters in New Mexico, funnily on a national Park which is ironic because we are from another world. It is all just metal down there, our HQ. The water is an illusion and projection from the Pacific Ocean. We abduct people to learn there traits more and dissect them to see their body structure, which will be used for science and see what they are like. However..." I never would know what he was about to say, because I rammed a bee's nest into his back, single charge, which wouldn't knock him out, just make him hurt and not want something to come again. 

"Tell me, G. or Boss, and jerk of an alien, where is your key card that opens the space escape pod!?" At the same time this happened, Rebecca streamed through the door, followed by the limping and crying Mom, and Dad, who had a pocket pistol in one hand and a space gun in the other. Mom fell down on the floor, praying to God for our deliverance. I had been doing the same thing, silently when G. was talking. G, after hunching over on the counter and breathing hard, said this. 

"Human vermin, I was hiding the truth from you. All your race is is killers and warriors and...traitors. You go with your amatuer weapons on a war you can't even fight because everyone is a traitor. THERE ARE THOSE AMONG YOU THAT TRY TO HELP, BUT THE UNITED NATIONS IS USELESS AND YOUR WARS ARE BASED ON NOTHING; YOU DO NOT HELP THOSE THAT ARE REALLY IN NEED, NO BROTHERHOOD, NO SISTERHOOD, YOU ARE ALL SUCH VERMIN!" I stabbed him in the back again. Could this be true; was this what humans did? I had never looked at it from this angle before. But no, I would not accept it, could not accept it. We had such great people on our planet, we have such great people. And just the point of view of this one alien wouldn't change anything. His words were venom from a snake that hit my skin and made it pale, barbed wire that twisted my tissue and made the blood gush, machine gun bullets pelting me in the wars of the world, hitting my legs and making me fall to my doom, fire eating me up and engulfing me, water streaming on me and choking me, a crane metal surface crushing me, an alien weapon hitting the earth and blowing me up to smitherines! 

Dad asked, as the blood came down, "What the hell is he talking about?" 

"I don't know. This has nothing to do with what I said. I'll turn it on double charge if you don't tell me." I answered, annoyed at Dad's profane language even at this hour. 

Rebecca said," Andrew there are some aliens that are coming. We need to leave now." 

Mom spoke, "I'll lock the door." She got up, and tried to act strong in this situation. To herself,silent as an assassin she said, "Lord, whatever you want is fine. Please deliver us. Whatever you want is fine." 

"YOU WILL BE DESTROYED, VERMIN!" G. hit down on a triangular button, and it said in Human Language on one line and in Alien Script on the other, green and then flashing red, "DESTRUCTION OF EARTH COMMENCING." And then the rest of the day just got worse. 

Chapter 4: The End of It

"I am GOOGLEIGOOGA, Lord of the Visp on the ship of 496NE-RT Galactica! And I have destroyed a worthless planet, Earth!" I then got as angry as a polar bear when she is separated by her cubs as they die in the water because of global warming, as I ran full force at the alien, triple charge on, and stabbed him in the back, as he cried out in pain and his tubes came up. He fell on the ground, grasping his neck as if he was choking. 

Rebecca said, "You're going to die anyway. We'll save your life if you just tell us how to reverse the beam you sent to destroy the earth. 

G. spoke in a weak, choked voice, his speaking barely a whisper. "It cannot be undone. I have done it." 

Three aliens came in, followed by more. Dad shot both guns out, and a red laser came out of the one, shooting an alien back into the hallway. "How did that shutting the door work, honey?" 

Mom slapped herself on the head. "I'm so sorry, I was..."

Dad interrupted, "TAKE THIS GUN!" He threw her the pistol, and whacked an alien with the bee's nest, as another one came on the right side, soon knocked backward in the face by a laser. He continued to fight with Rebecca and the quaking Mom. I was left to take care of the situation. 

"G, this is Earth's chance to get better. I'll try to help as best as I can. I know there's another way. Please, help. I'll save your life too. I know there's a way. It's called a loophole, as the lawyers call it. Please, help!" 

G said, dying by the second, "It is made by the saucer turning on it's side(taking a breath) and.... uhhhh....ahhh....crrrr"

"PLEASE TELL ME!" I pleaded. 

Dad yelled, "Andrew, we can't hold them off for long!" 

"The ship does it by a magnet. If you press the triangle again, the beam will come back. The ship will be...uhhhh... destroy.... tak...the key.... card....." G. sighed. And then died. 

I took up his cloak, and saw in a holster a key card with a lot of alien symbols. I then put it in the slot of the space pod, and it opened. "Come on!" I said to my family. Then I hit down hard on the triangle, as we got in, and I pressed a button that said in Human: DISPERSE or go away. I felt a little bad for killing G., but he was going to kill everyone on the Earth and I guess he wasn't the best guy. I also felt bad for all the aliens about to die, but it was them or the 8 billion people on Earth. I wished the whole deal had never happenned, but I guess I am. It's like a second chance for Earth to reecuperate and try to do better after all the wars and dying. Dad and I spoke about the time, as Rebecca retold the events, that there were only three guards and she took them all down, and sadly the couple and the fisherman and his son were unreachable, and one was already dissected, the fisherman. I just couldn't believe what had happened. We looked out the window of the small place, seeing a red beam coming back from the earth, a satellite being destroyed, and a saucer exploding into a million pieces like a housewife does when she finds out her millionaire husband has been cheating on her when he's on business trips, intent on making sure that he BECOMES a million pieces. It was sad, and Mom and I cried, but Rebecca felt no remorse, or Dad. We came back to Earth, right to BitterLake, to find out our jeep totally wrecked. We made it back to town, and told everyone, who all of them thought we were not telling the truth until Dad showed off the gun. They put us in the newspaper, on the T.V. and the radio. Getting back to the R.V., we went far away from there, and knew the gun was useless, because all the bullets were gone. Dad still has it though. 

I'll never forget that experience. An Alien Experience. 

                                    THE END. 

Andrew's Inventive Adventures Pilot

Hello readers who I have told this about or people who are just looking around on the blogosphere... in this blog I have created only recently I strive to make funny and cool adventures, which are inventive(meaning creative) and invented. Most our fake, but along the way I will have a few real ones. Many I have written and have been inspired by the journey I have taken across the country for a year in an R.V., with my family. I am 12 years old and I must admit, not boasting when saying, that I have a very creative mind. And so I want to put those stories to good use, and post them on here for other people who are looking for talent to discover. I must warn any idea-stealer's, I have copyright and you will be sued for the ideas and stories in this blog if you use them without permission. I have already done 294 posts(right now, more will continue) on another blog, about my journey around the U.S. It is, if you are interested, http://bournesbigtrip.blogspot.com and I hope you enjoy!

Now, before you wait for other blog posts or just go over this because I haven't posted anything, let me give you a sample of my writing for you skeptics. Here is a little paragraph about... uh, an assassin going to a cheer leading performance to kill a judge because of his daughter not getting the trophy. Sorry, I couldn't think of anything else at the moment:

It was a normal rainy day, the drops of water were falling like people who were sad in the Depression Era, and killed themselves. The great water came down on the concrete, making a sadder and darker appearance on the hard surface, as tons of running girls came with their duffel bags, their whole "life" depending on how well they looked in the performance, as some of their mascara smeared, and they looked like clowns at a circus as the colors went down, and down, and down. Others, the less lucky ones, fell hard after tripping while running to get inside, and got scraped up. But among all the girl's dreams getting shattered, a 40 year old man, ruff in the face with scruffy features, such as facial hair, a shabby beard, as brown as a grizzly Bear's, had a passion to shatter another person's life. His Nike Tennis shoes went along the wet, and he slipped a little as he cocked the Semi-Automatic in his hand. In his other, the right one, was a still wet whiskey, a drink that is so evil and powerful that even the demons themselves avoid the taste. He threw the cheap bottle down, as it shattered like a hundred screaming girls, a sound which was about to be heard. He made the glass door go open, in a carpeted lobby with a staircase in front of him, and a door to the soon-to-be murder scene of an auditorium. The soon to be killer jogged up the stairs, the last stairs he would go up being an innocent man. Well, not that he was ever innocent of being a drunkard and ruffian of a man. But he went up, opened the wooden door, and went in among all the giggling and talking girls, the parents making them look good, and down in the floor of this large auditorium, the back of a pony-tailed blond haired lady on a table, writing down in a notebook. She never thought that judging a little girl would bring her to the Creator, but it would, in time. As the man walked down the concrete stairs, holding tightly onto the railing. He passed a chubby little brown haired girl, and she smiled it him, and then he looked at her with those devilish eyes and face that cannot be described nor repeated, and she widened her eyes in fear. He passed down, put the safety now on not safety on the gun, and then, he raised it up, aimed it at the back of the lady's head... and fired.

But a couple of things happened. First, an African American guard who was by there, up there on the second floor by where the gruff man entered, had followed the man down, fearing that this man would do nothing good. He raised his tazer, which replaced the ancient billy-stick they regularly used. Second, a lady who had had her little poor child scared, went to hit the man with her purse, and she actually ended up doing it on the back, incidentally just as the tazer hit the back and the security guard's eyes widened as he realized the man's motive, and electric and leather collided as there was a spark, then a flash, and then a bullet, and then screams, as the gruff drunk fell and the bullet went across the room, in a chair, and some people fell down, but no one died. Everyone screamed, and did the regular ducking and running our, fearing more shots. That is, those close enough. Others went about the daily, and didn't notice it over all the noise of the cheer leading. Then the guard tackled the man, chained him to a handcuff, and pushed the lady back down at her seat as she frantically, with her face snow white, balled
as she took her hanker chief and tried to make her burning purse not become flame. The man had not succeeded, thank goodness.

Alright so now you know if I'm worth it or not. So, I hope that you continue to read my new blog. For you have to be Inventive, to be in this world.