- Gills: No
- Simpsons: yes
- Tesco: no
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: been too bizzy. Life's snot all fun an gaymes, yu noe. /10
- Overall Score: 7.635/10
Well arfter lots ov seeriuss thort I cayme up wiv a list ov rools for the Alien.
I told him that if he wantid to liv wiv us, he had to agree to theez rools.
If he dident, then he wud just hav to go into town on the bus wiv Mummy tomorro, an buy a spaceship.
I explayned the rools to him carefully, ferst, as I wuddent want enywun to sine sumthing they dident understand, not eevn a pernishus pant-steelin alien:
Heer's wat the rools ar:
- Don't nik awl the pants.
- In fakt, don't nik ENY.
- Yu can frolick pants on yor own on Wenzdays OWNLY.
- If Bears ar frolickin pants yu can joyne in,
- but yu mussent run off wiv them. (the pants.)
- Yu can sleep in the pant dror
- but don't spill the pants.
- No pant parrashoots,
- unless it waz my idea.
I got him to sine them. (He haz a weird signacher):
Then sumwun showtid "BEAR BUNDLE!" an evrywun piled on top ov him as a big Beary welkum. Alien thort this waz ace, but I endid up wiv wun ov LBBBJ's bak paws up my nose. Pworrr!
Peace haz reternd!
Now, we hav wun mor day of homestuff left, befor I hav to pak for Granny's agen on Saterday mornin. Hmm... now wat shall I do wiv tomorro...????.......