Why are the aliens taking the tricycle? Will the toddler be next? Here’s my idea.

“You have to do something!” Alien Mom ran her three hands through the taut feelers on her head. “We have seventy-five more light years to go, and the kids are driving me crazy!”

“What do you expect me to do?” Alien Dad hunched over the controls of their spaceship. “It’s taking all my concentration to keep this bucket on the flight path.”

“Let’s stop and get them something to play with. Something they’ve never seen before.”

“And how much will that cost?”

“We don’t have to buy it.” Alien mom peers at the chart on the screen. “How about we stop at that weird little blue and white swirly planet?”

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