Aliens In The Attic Page #3

Let me fix the dish, man.

That's the least I can do for your hospitality.

- No, Ricky. You're hurt.

- No. It was just a graze.

Oh, no, honey. He's fine.

Go ahead, Richard. Show some hustle.

Yes, indeedy.

But I will be needing a helping hand.

So what do you say, brother?

Give us a chance to bury the old hatchet.

Make things right with Ricky,

or don't come off that roof.

Ladies first.

Total creep show.

All right. Here we go.

Listen, about that paintball thing--

Hey. Don't even worry about it.

Firecracker! Too slow.

You know what? Thanks to your little

sharp shooting stunt...

I racked up pity points with your parents...

and big sis is just itching

to be my private nurse.

So thanks a ton, ace.

That was a textbook wingman move.

Come on. Quit stalling.

Get your butt up there

and make me Nana's hero.

But you told my dad you'd fix it.

Aw, well, I told your dad a lot of things.

Like my car broke down,

my parents own a lake house...

I'm 18.

You-You're not a senior?

Not in high school.

Now go.

Go.

There you go.

Hello?

Hello?

- Dude, you make it too easy.

- It's not funny.

What the heck happened to the dish?

I can't do a week here without TV.

I can't do a week here, period.

Hello, hu-mans.

- Please tell me you see that too.

- Not sure I want to.

- But, yeah.

- We come from upstairs!

I handle human contact.

- Yes, sir. Noted. It's understood.

- Hello, humans.

No need to notification army.

- We come in pieces.

- In peace.

- What?

- Say it with me. "Peace. "

- What are you talking about?

- Read the book. Peace.

Forget the book!

Attack the humans! Attack!

- With pleasure.

- Humans, submit.

- Hey, what is taking you girls so long?

- No, don't. No. No.

Ricky!

- What's happening to him?

- Now the fun begins.

- Testing. Testing. Testing.

- Testing. Testing. Testing.

Testing.

Humanoid subjects,

we are the Zirkonian species.

And we hereby claim your

luscious planet as our own.

- Wha- Wha... - You have the

choice of eternal enslavement or...

instantaneous death.

- Run?

- I'm good with run.

You have chosen instantaneous death.

The human grubs are escaping.

- It's locked.

- Not from me.

- We're trapped.

- Duck!

Unbelievable.

- Razor, go!

- Yes, sir.

- Hey, can I play too?

- Hannah, thank God. Open. Hurry.

Hurry.

Creepy-crawly!

No, no, no. Come back. Come back!

- Take them down!

- Look out!

Hey, frog-face!

What's with all the noise?

- Open the window!

- Open it.

- You open it.

- No, you open it.

- Hurry! Get them!

- Help!

Someone, open it!

Come on. Right there.

- Charge!

- Hurry up!

Move, twin!

Everybody, downstairs now!

- Why?

-Just move!

Creepy-crawlies.

- Creepy.

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