My Stepmother Is an Alien Page #7

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"Start to go, change your mind

"Start to go again

But change your mind again

"It's tough to have the feeling

that you wanted to go

"Still have the feeling

that you wanted to stay

"Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do

"l go

"l stay"

Kill them.

Hey, you! This is an English automobile!

We have never had sneezes.

Sneezing makes the head tingle.

The whole body feels alive.

What else is like this?

Sir, can you see with my eyes?

Of course.

Then this is why.

I see.

This...

...what do you call it? Earth.

Deserves more study.

It's too weird to destroy.

It will be spared.

Celeste, it is time to come home.

Now come home, Celeste.

Sir, I am home.

It's no use. I can't go.

That is impossible.

Celeste, you must return.

Wait. Come on now.

Hi. Steve Mills.

You look like a reasonable

bunch of superbeings.

We really have to work this out.

I'm in love...

...with your Chief Extragalactic Probist.

What do you mean, no?

We need someone to tell us

about your war and making love...

...and all your fuzziness.

Excuse me...

...Big Thing in the Sky...

...you need someone

to tell you about making love?

We need someone to tell us

about everything.

Does anyone up there

look as good as she does?

Everyone does.

-Better.

-Really?

It's impossible.

Sir? He knows more than I do

about all things down here.

It's an interesting idea.

He can come.

Who's gonna drive this thing?

Group Captain Winnek Woofet

and the 12th Navigational Command.

My God!

She looks just like Princess Stephanie.

She looks just like Princess Stephanie, too.

If you say so.

They all look like Princess Stephanie.

Can I ask you a question?

You think my Rolls would be impressive?

-Might be.

-Can I bring it?

Yes, of course.

-Goodbye, my dear.

-Bye, Uncle Ron.

Bye, my dear.

Ron, are you sure you want to do this?

You're making a pretty radical move here.

They all look like Princess Stephanie.

They do, don't they?

Time's wasting.

Where are the keys to your beachhouse?

Enjoy.

Have a nice drive. Flight. Trip.

Get the heck off this planet.

Come on.

Right over here, baby.

-What is it?

-It's a car.

We'll be in touch, Celeste.

Enjoy your humanity while it lasts.

A little one-on-one dad?

No thanks, honey.

I think Celeste and I are going upstairs

and get some sleep.

I get it.

I'll be right up.

Are you human or what?

Human. Every part.

All that power to do stuff

left with Bag, right?

I guess so.

Drive!

Drive!

Goodnight, Mrs. Calabash,

wherever you are.

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