Aliens In The Attic Page #4

Why can't you at least trust

there's a reason I'm doing this?

A reason why you're blasting the furnace

on summer vacation?

- Yes. - A reason why you

shot your sister's boyfriend?

- Yes. - A reason why you're

talking back, giving me attitude?

- Failing your classes?

- So that's what this is about?

I failed them on purpose.

Yeah, I tanked my grades, okay?

I'm tired of getting picked on

because I'm a brainiac.

I was a brainiac. It worked for me.

I don't wanna be like you. I wanna be cool.

Don't touch the thermostat.

Is that true?

You really fail on purpose?

Nobody likes a mathlete.

Man, we can't fight these things

with our parents around.

We can't just get rid of 'em.

Maybe we can. Here's what I want you to do.

Send it.

- I hate it when we fight.

- Aw, I can't fight someone as cute as you.

Well, I'm glad we made up.

Well, it's not an official make-up

without the make-up kiss.

- Easy. My family's up there.

- And your family's crazy about me.

- What about you?

- Well, you know I like you.

And we have the whole summer

ahead of us.

Maybe we don't have to go so fast.

What? What?

Is that a "no"?

Ricky!

Ricky!

- Careful. Don't break him.

- Ricky!

- Better grab his shirt.

- Ricky!

Still no sign of 'em.

- Where are they?

- 2 options.

We're dealing with a retreat

or a surprise attack.

Surprise attack.

Hey, where's Tom?

I thought he was gonna help you.

- So did I.

- Bad news.

The leasing office called.

They need you to go back there

before they close for the holidays.

- Really?

- Problem with the contract.

They insisted.

Ricky, are you okay?

-Just allergies, Mr. P.

-Just allergies, Mr. P.

But they did say it's urgent.

- Urgent?

- Okay, I'll call and I'll sort this out.

That's so weird.

Oh, this is weird, Stu.

I think the phone's dead.

Did they just cut off our power?

They are gonna hear about it from me.

Let's go.

We are going down there right now.

Hey, guys, we can use

some more beer, some chips.

Why don't you run to the grocery store?

I'll fire up the grill.

- And watch the kids?

- Okay, whatever.

- No.

- No.

I mean, you all have to go.

They said all your names

are on the lease.

- I'll look after the kids.

- I don't know if that's a good idea.

- No. That'd be--

- Well, I-- I guess I could drive.

Okay.

- Okay.

- And, Mr. P...

while you're out,

can you get me some adult diapers?

- Mine are almost full.

- Mine are almost full.

That is a bad allergy.

Super absorbent.

Look. Alien death mist.

Don't breathe.

Put him on "pause".

Happy 4th of July, space maggots.

Jake, there's smoke in the vents.

It's me. We have unfriendlies on the move.

I tracked them down and held 'em off.

- Nice.

- Parents?

- Gone.

- Nice.

Now we can take it up a notch.

This could get ugly. Hannah, go hide.

- Yeah. Seek safety.

- Not you.

Incoming! Duck!

Sayonara, suckers!

Crud.

- My arm! My head!

- They got me!

Go, go, go!

I'm starting to see why the last engineer--

I see you've booby-trapped your room.

Got it. Got it. Don't got it!

Ingenious human snare.

I thought I was clumsy.

- It's okay. Don't worry.

- I come in peace.

It's okay. I'll help you.

Don't worry. Trust me. It's okay.

You've got a boo-boo. Don't move.

- Okay?

- Thank you.

Tazer. Razor.

Sparks. Sparks!

He's critical to mission.

- Nice sounds.

- It's music.

Music. I try?

Sure.

Yeah!

We've definitely slowed 'em down,

but those buggers adapt fast.

We need to pull out the big guns.

Black Cat Whistler or Fire Dragon?

How about not burning down the house?

He's armed! Enemy armed!

Hannah, step away from the alien.

No! Leave him alone! He's my friend.

He was just holding a ray gun to your head.

It's my bubble blower. He fixed it for me.

He's not like the others. Look.

First sign of aggression, I'm taking him out...

with extreme prejudice.

I don't have training for this.

No training.

- It's okay, Mr. Snuggle Lump.

- Snuggle Lump?

- Yeah, that's what I named him.

- My name Sparks.

He's not your pet, Hannah.

He's a freakin' alien.

He's my alien.

Hi.

I mean--

Maybe she's right.

I mean, look at his belt.

I think those are tools.

Hey, it's okay, buddy.

We just want to talk to you.

Come on, Snugs.

Back up.

Watch.

- Awesome.

- How does he do that?

What the heck was that?

Talking about feelings comes with the

territory when you have a girl friend.

There is no loop hole for that one!

Okay. Okay, I get it.

You're not gonna talk when I'm yelling.

I'm sorry. It's not mature of me to shout.

Look, I am so, so happy

being your girlfriend.

But if you really care about me

the way that I care about you...

then it shouldn't be a problem

to give me the time that I need.

Maybe you need to think about it.

And I can respect that. Okay?

Take all the time that you want.

I'll be here, ready to talk.

With you.

So-So that's how it is?

I'm getting the silent treatment?

Who is in high school now?

Why are you trying to kill us?

- What's the invasion plan?

- What's your weakness?

- Water?

- Earth germs?

- Women?

- Are there more of you coming?

- We need the information.

- I--

Guys, don't be mean.

Han, we have to interrogate him.

Do you want the world to end? Do ya?

No.

House here. Mission objective here.

What you're after isn't in the basement.

It's under the basement.

- Yes. - What are you trying

to steal from our planet?

Who says it's from our planet?

Look at that thing. It looks alien to me.

It must be from their planet.

Yeah. Planet Fruitcake.

Whatever it is, it's huge.

Almost done.

So, that's what's in the capsule?

Some kind of... giant machine?

Great. A giant alien death machine.

- No one said anything about death.

- I doubt it's a photocopier.

Come on! We can't trust this 4-armed freak.

He's one of them.

He's not.

This guy doesn't fit in with the others.

He's... different.

Great. A geek alien.

Jake, he's not a geek.

It's better than a killer alien.

Buenas noches, wrinkles.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Well, this sucks.

Modified.

Sweet.

Sweet.

Sorry.

- It's the po-po. Be cool.

- Be cool?

Open up!

Oh, crap. We forgot about Nana.

- Open the door! - Hold on.

Hannah, quick. Hide your alien.

- Open the door now!

- Snugs.

Get in!

Hold on a second.

Children of my children, I request entry.

I have candied sweets.

Don't open it. That's not Nana.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Surrender Engineer Sparks now.

- Nana-- Nana--

- Out of my way, Earth children!

- Move!

- Nana, don't make me hurt you.

Nana, Nana--

Return him to me.

Tom, do something!

Gross human.

Someone's gotta get the door.

- We can't let the cops in here.

It's too dangerous. - Here's Nana!

- Hey! Leave my Nana alone!

- Silence, squeaky-voiced human child!

I got Nana's controller!

Free me! Free me, or face the consequence!

- In here.

- You don't trap me! I trap you! Why, you--

Shake all you want. We own you.

The suitcase! Go!

Ha! You missed me.

Stand still, Earth burgers!

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