But I didn’t think the aliens were going to dissect my brain or anything like that. It wouldn’t be any worse than staying where I was. One night I was sitting home alone, eating a can of cold beans and wondering where my father was, when it hit me that if we couldn’t stop Broxholm, if some kids had to go into space, I might as well be one of them. The two of us spent days trying to figure out how to stop Broxholm. She thought I might because I used to read so much science fiction. Susan came to me for help, mostly because she didn’t think anyone else would believe her. Underneath his human mask was a green-skinned, orange-eyed alien. Smith home and saw him peel off his face. He kept her in his attic while he disguised himself as a substitute teacher named Mr. He started by trapping our real teacher, Ms. “Now it’s your turn.”Īs you probably know, it all started when this alien named Broxholm wanted to kidnap five kids from our sixth grade class last spring. “We wrote about our part,” they keep saying. Stop stalling and tell the story, or you’re going to be very sorry!” “Peter,” snapped Susan, “for five months every kid in Kennituck Falls has been dying to know what happened to you after you went off with Broxholm. I thought he was as likable as a mosquito, as friendly as a rattlesnake, and as useful as a screen door in a spaceship.īut that was before I got a good look at the inside of his head-which was less frightening and more sad than I ever would have guessed. As far as I was concerned, he was the world’s biggest snotball, a kid whose main hobbies were drooling on his homework, farting in class, and beating me up. I want to know what happened in between.”įive months ago I wouldn’t have cared what Duncan Dougal thought.
Five minutes ago you showed up in a beam of blue light and told Duncan and me we had to help you save the world. “Tell us what’s been going on! Five months ago you took off for outer space with Broxholm.
So there we were-Susan Simmons, Duncan Dougal, and me, Peter Thompson-sitting in an alien spaceship the size of New Jersey, waiting to learn how we were supposed to save the world, when Susan said, “All right, Peter, give.”
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