Robin sighed, disappointed, as he flipped his copy of Alternamorphs One: The First Journey over his shoulder

Robin sighed, disappointed, as he flipped his copy of Alternamorphs One: The First Journey over his shoulder. The thin paperback when sailing through the air and crashed soundlessly onto the carpet. "I think I just wasted five bucks," Robin groaned as he rose from the couch and wandered into the kitchen.

Cookies, Robin thought. I need cookies. He browsed through the cupboard in search of some crisp, tasy wafers. Finally he found a half-eaten package of Oreo Cookies. He pulled the box out of the cupboard and tossed it onto the cupboard. He grabbed a jug of milk from the refrigerator and poured it into a glass.

Satisfied, Robin walked back out to the living room. He flopped down on the couch, bit into the cookie, and placed the glass of milk on the coffee table.

Wonder what's on TV tonight, he mused. Maybe I should check. Where is the remote...? He groped around with his hand, searching for the remote control. After a few moments of searching, his fingers found the remote. Clasping it in his hand, he pointed it at the television set and pressed "On."

The television flickered on as the color picture flashed across the screen. For a moment, Robin was transfixed by a combination of awe and horror by the television set. His eyes wide with panic, he let loose a terrifying scream. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!!"

Still screaming, he toppled of the sofa and landed with a thud on the floor, screaming and writhing in pain.

The wails of horror increased in volume as the unfortunate twelve-year-old rolled over and over on the floor in agony.

Thick red blood seeped from his ears. The thick, sticky red substance leaked out onto the floor and sunk into the floor, turning the previously-green carpet a hideous dark red. The blood continued to flow, forming a bloody halo around Robin's head.

The inhuman moans of fear and pain continued as he began twitching uncontrollably.

As if he were undergoing a seizure, Robin twitched on the floor. The pain in his head was growing, throbbing with pain.

Finally the pain was too great for him to endure. He screamed again as his brain erupted inside his skull. The force of the sudden explosion ruptured his skull and fragments of bone and pieces of pink brain went flying in all directions throughout the room.

The mangled remains of Robin's body lay sprawled on the floor. The carpet underneath him was stained blood-red, and pieces of his brain and skull were scattered about.

Next to the disfigured corpse lay half of an Oreo cookie and a spilled glass of milk.

An unearthly silence swept through the house.

The only noise in the household was the blaring of the television set.

"Tune in next week for another exciting episode of Animorphs TV..."