There was a time in my life when everything was perfect. As long as I had an idea in my head and my brother by my side, nothing could go wrong. Sure, things could go bad, like a gelatin monster, or an evil swimsuit. But, it would all turn out in the end, so none of these things were that bad!

But things are different now.

I'm different now.

My friends and I have started this journal, where we trade off every week to write about our experiences. We feel like this would be the best for everyone, so if we die this journal could be found by the right people so they'll know. So that the human race could survive!

This isn't making that much sense, is it?

Here, I'll take you back, to the faithful night. The last day of summer before we go into High School.

I was at the park with my friends, the sun setting, and we were just thinking over some stuff.

"I can't believe it's the last day of summer!" Isabella said with a sigh.

Isabella's one of my best friends. She had been a Fireside Girl for years until she had gotten too old, though she had been planning on becoming a troop manager. She's also really cute, and well, I guess you could say I like her, as in like. But she's my friend, and she'd never go for someone like me.

"Yeah," Buford grumbled, yanking on some grass. "Back to prison."

"I do not understand why you're being so pessimistic, Buford." Baljeet said an excited smile on his face. "We are going back to school! It will be fun, will it not?"

Buford and Baljeet are two other members of our group, and are as different as two people could be.

Buford's a six foot tall wall of muscle. He had once had a snaggle tooth, but his mother get it fixed. He's tough, angry, and scarily over protective to us. (Especially to Baljeet.) He's also very sensitive, when something horrible happens to someone or something he cares about he'll become a sobbing mess of emotions. Honestly, that scares me more than his tough attitude.

Baljeet on the other hand is so small Buford can basically wrap his whole hand around his waist. He had moved here from India at the age of five, and is obsessed with his grades. Unhealthily obsessed, really, it's to the point where any grade below an A would give him a panic attack. Baljeet is also… well… I don't know how to word this really, but honestly, before now, I believed that if anyone was going to take over the world, it would probably be Baljeet.

"Are ya kiddin' me?" Buford asked Baljeet. "School is the worst thing ever!"

"Are you hearing yourself?" Baljeet asked. "Worst thing? Honestly, I do not know why I even hand out with you. You are such an uneducated, rude, disgusting brute!"

"At least I ain't no grade obsessed nerd!"

"Ugh!" Baljeet cried, throwing his arms in the air. "You absolutely aggravate me, you imbecile!"

"Whoa," I said, getting in between the two. "Everyone has their own opinion on school, which is no excuse for fighting, or thoughts on killing the other." I sent a very pointed look at Baljeet at that. "Right Ferb?"

Ferb looked up from his book and nodded.

Ferb's my stepbrother. He barely ever speaks, but he conveys his messages with crystal clear expressions and blinks. We've been inseparable ever since we were four, and I can't imagine life with him by my side.

"We should head home." I said. "Our big project for the day is over with, and it's the last day of summer."

The others nodded, and stood up, wiping off grass from their clothes, and stretching. We've been sitting on the grass ever since our invention had disappeared mysteriously, so we had been therefore awhile.

"You know," Buford said. "We should do one last wild thing this summer before the torture starts."

"What are you suggesting?" I asked.

"Let's walk home through the old junkyard." He suggested, before smirking. "Unless, of course, you're all scared."

"Oh, I'm going." Isabella said; always ready to accept one of Buford's challenges.

"Anyone else, or are the rest of you a bunch of chickens?"

"I'm no chicken." I told Buford. "Coming Ferb?"

"I'm cool with it."

"Shrimp?"

"Do I have a choice?" Baljeet asked Buford.

"Nope." Buford said, plucking Baljeet up, and tucking him under his arm. "C'mon, let's go!"

With that we all headed out of the park, and walked across the street to the junkyard.

We had all gone through the junkyard before, back when we were ten (or in Baljeet's case, nine), there was some trouble during Danville's Annual Unification Day Parade, and we had gone through the junkyard, well, actually we had gone over it. Buford's probably the only one's who's gone through it on foot, and Baljeet was probably carried through by him. (Buford has a weird habit of carrying Baljeet around the place.

It was different going through. The piles of junk dwarfed us, and everyone where was a good place for a murderer or someone to pop out from and kill us with whatever they had on hand.

Buford led us expertly through the maze. Isabella and I held back, walking close enough to one another that sometimes our arms brushed against each other. Ferb was behind us, looking up at the sky intently.

That's when he saw it.

"Look!"

We all turned around to look at Ferb, who was staring at the sky, pointing almost straight up. We all followed his finger, and gasped.

There was a bright white light streaking across the sky, getting close enough for us to exactly what it looked like.

"It's a spaceship!" I said.

As it neared we could see that the spaceship was like a shiny metal ball, painted white. It was actually pretty cute, if, of course, you ignored the tail. It stuck out the back of the ship, and ended up in a sharp point giving us all the idea of it impaling us like shish kabob.

"That tail is defiantly a weapon." Buford said.

We all nodded in agreement, smiling despite ourselves. After all, who could be upset about a potential new friend? If only we knew.

"I wonder if it's one of Meep's kind." Isabella wondered.

"I do not think they would have tail on their ships." Baljeet said.

"They did go to war with cotton candy." I agreed.

As the ship neared, floating in the sky above our heads, causing our hair to stand up on end. I looked around at everyone; Baljeet's hair was standing up in clumps, Isabella's looked kind of funny with it all up in the air, though Buford looked perfectly normal.

When the ship landed our hand fell back upon our heads instantly. Buford set Baljeet down on the group; we all stepped forward so we were all standing in a horizontal line in front of the ship.

"Hi!" I said.

Silence.

"It's alright!" I tried again. "We won't hurt you!"

((I know.))

We all froze. We had never heard an alien talk like that.

"Did you hear that?" Isabella asked.

"Yeah," I said, speaking for everyone.

"Can you come out?" Isabella asked the voice.

((Yes. Do not be frightened.)

"We won't." We all said, though Baljeet said it without contractions.

The door opened slowly, a crescent of light growing larger. When it was fully opened he stepped into view.

He was the most amazing alien I had ever seen. He had four slender legs, and blue fur covering him all over his body, except a part of his chest, and his head, which was triangular in shade. He had no nose or mouth, just slits. Atop his head, above his almond shaped blue eyes were two stalks topped with eyes that moved so he could look in all directions. Though, the most amazing thing was the tail, it curved up and rested just above his shoulders. It reminded me of a scorpion's tail, due to the sharp blade near the end that looked as if it could slice a body in half with two quick swipes. Though there were burns on the side of him, and when he stepped forward he slipped, and would've fallen to the ground if Buford hadn't caught him, and gently set him down.

Isabella went to his side instantly.

"I can try to fix this." She said, pressing a hand on the open wound that was spewing blue blood. "I was a Fireside Girl, we learned this stuff."

((No.)) The alien said, smiling sadly at her. ((There is no use, no matter what I will die.))

"You can't die!" Phineas said. "We've never met an alien like you before!"

((I must.)) He said sadly ((I have nothing to live for, and I would've died in a couple of years despite anything.))

"What do you mean?" Baljeet asked.

((My people had come to this planet to save it.)) He said. ((There's a group of parasitic aliens that call themselves Yeerks. They crawl into your head through your ear canal, and wrap themselves around your brain, taking control over your whole body. Everything you do is them, but you are still alive. Still there. We were attacked when we went past your moon, as far as I know everyone is dead. I saw my shorm, Mertil, die right before my eyes.))

"I'm sorry." Isabella said, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Is there anything we could do to help you?"

((I'm not the one who needs help, it's your planet."

"Oh yeah," I said. "The Yeerks. Well, is there anything we could do to help with that, if we can't help you?"

((Yes,)) he said. ((There is something I can give you, something that only my race has. The ability to turn into any animal you touch. It's an advanced piece of technology, would you accept it?))

"Not like we have much of a choice." Buford said, shrugging. "Though in all honesty I would've thought Baljeet would be the one we'd need to save Earth from."

"You try to eliminate Earth's atmosphere one time." Baljeet muttered under his breathe.

The alien nodded at Buford, ignoring his last comment.

((In my ship there's a blue box, can one of you go in and bring it to me?))

Everyone instantly turned to look at me. I nodded, and stood from the alien's side, and headed into his ship.