"Well, this place looks so empty!"
"Oh, Timmy, welcome! Come this way, your prize is down there..."
"What, down there? Like, in the cellars?"
Uhm, maybe the prize is some nectar, right? And people always hide a lot of interesting things in their cellars, anyway.
"Can I choose my prize by myself?"
"Why not... In the meanwhile, just enter, okay?"
Clack!
Uhm, that sounded like a door being locked. Well, that's not too bad, I know how to force most locks since I was 15. Rather, these look like a pile of compromising documents, maybe there is something about the aliens, or their plan to wipe out our minds with their telepathy!
"Well, time to read!"
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Meanwhile, outside of Timmy's field of vision
"Khkhkhkhkhkh!"
"You see, even doubling the neurons, it doesn't work!"
"If you call it doubling... Hey, is that the human's domestic animal?"
"It looks distressed."
"Wait, the universal translator is measuring some usable sounds... What? The manor? Don't tell me that's where that couple is now living!"
"Kikhkhkh."
"Then, we should go to— Hey, that domestic animal is running away again!"
"Grrrrrrrrr!"
"Hey, buddy, I'm not in the mood to pla—"
"Kitikikhkhkh!"
"What, kidnapping?"
"No time for stretching, show me where to go!"
"What, aliens? So you really exist, like Timmy is always bubbling about!"
"I guess we should continue following the domestic animal, rather than waste time arguing."
"∑⇔≡⊕⊗∇⟡⧖, don't think you can run away again!"
"... we started an anti-teleportation magnetic field, so don't think of escaping!"
"They need to be judged by the Megamind first, they're Sixamians above everything else!"
"I can't let them leave, not before they're cleared from any accusation under the local laws!"
"Opening a conflict over this would be against the Megamind orders... Can't we find another agreement?"
"It depends... Would you be willing to collaborate with us, the secret services?"
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Many hours later, back to Timmy's cellar...
"What... Hey, it's you, the sad secret agent!"
"Timmy? Why are you green too now!?"
"I ate a weird fruit that turned me into an alien. I mean, it's not that different from before, but I definitely look more green now."
"Whatever... I'm glad you're doing well, your raccoon ran all over the town looking for help."
As I already said, I could have left at any moment, but I didn't want to ruin the atmosphere. The agent, who asked to be called Agent MacMillan, promised to keep an eye on me from now on, if not for nothing else, because the mysteries he's supposed to investigate seem to be attracted to me like a magnet.
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The following days have been quite weird. For some reason, Mayor Roswell and his wife had to suddenly leave the town, leaving the City Mayor position open.
Also, Karen and Dave decided to move into one of the houses nearby. For most of the time they're trying to wear a disguise to not be noticed by the other neighbours, but I would not say they're particularly good at remembering to set it up before leaving their little house.
As for me, I'm still green, just like an alien.
How weird, rain used to bother me much more in the past...
Anyway, it was time to address the elephant in the room: that huge pink tree, whose huge shadow is making my poor Betsy turn yellow, day after day!
