Monsters vs. Aliens

Hello! This is my first fan fiction on this site, and I remember when a friend of mine and myself were pure OBSESSED with this movie. I was just browsing through my movie collection and saw Monsters vs. Aliens, and I just HAD to write a fan fiction about it. I enjoyed this humorous movie so much, as I hope you enjoy this! ALSO: I hope to have another fanfic for Rise of the Guardians up soon that you can check out and review if you want. If you want to review this one, FEEL FREE! Here's the story!

Chapter One- Return From Tokyo

"Where are we headed?" B.O.B. asks me as we board Insectosaurus.

"Back to Modesto, I guess," I answer. "My parents wanted me to come home this spring. They said that my friends want to see me."

"Friends, eh?" Link asks. I know he's implying that I have no friends.

"Yes, Sir Airhead, my friends. MY friends, that you do not know, and CANNOT talk to unless I am standing right there with you."

"Oh, lighten up, Jessica," Aunt Susan says.

It's kind of weird, okay, EXTREMELY weird, to have Ginormica as an aunt. What's even weirder is the fact that I had been recruited as part of their team even though I'm not a monster. Okay, okay, fine. Ginormica isn't my aunt. I just say that for some unknown reason. She found me when they stopped Gargantua the snail in Paris ten years ago. I was a baby in the path of destruction, with no one left to take care of me. I'm eleven now. People pity me, but I don't see why. I wonder sometimes where I came from, but most of the time, I never have time to think about it. What do I think of the team? Well, let's see. B.O.B. is blissfully unaware of anything that goes on around him unless it puts himself in danger, so he's actually one of my favorites. Link enjoys bothering the crap out of me and laughing about it. I think he's just a totally arrogant wuss. Dr. Cockroach is always making these cool inventions for me to tinker with, and they work…most of the time. Insectosaurus is the transportation, and the main thing he does to agree or disagree with anyone (most of the time it's agree) is roar. He doesn't bug me.

"Modesto! Where I fell in love!" B.O.B. says, holding up his gelatin. My, oh my. His green gelatin, with fourteen chunks of pineapple inside (he brags about it so much that no one can forget it) and the gelatinous love of his life. Aunt Susan says that he found it at her parents' house, right before they took out the aliens. That was a famous story now, how all of them defeated Gallaxhar and his alien clones.

"Yeah, yeah, your beloved dessert," Link says, making a bored face.

"How dare you!" B.O.B. shouts. Then, he starts stroking his gelatin and saying, "He didn't mean that, baby."

"Anyway…" I say, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. I am really starting to get a little bored. "Aunt Susan, where are we going now?"

"I'm not sure," she replies. "Anyone get a call from Monger lately?"

Everyone grunts and shakes their heads. "I think," Link says, "that he would've found something for us sooner than-"

"EUREKA!" we hear Dr. Cockroach scream. "I've perfected my Call-Tron 650!" He runs over to us at top speed, holding a device that is bigger than my head and wearing a grin.

"Are you sure about this one, Doc?" Aunt Susan asks. "The last one blew up and sent B.O.B. airborne for three whole minutes."

B.O.B. starts to laugh with his dense chuckle. "Ka-boom!" he says.

"Uh, right…Dr. C, what does your Call-Tron 650 do, exactly?" I ask.

Dr. Cockroach shakes the puzzled look off of his face from B.O.B.'s comment and looks back at me with wonder in his eyes. "It can communicate with any life form capable of speaking! You simply input a code for their quadrant on the globe, and any electrical device will receive its signals!"

"Cool!" I chant. "So if you wanted it to reach space…"

"That I have not perfected," he says, observing one of the dials on the Call-Tron very closely. "If there were actually any electrical devices in space that could receive the signals, then perhaps I could-" He breaks off his sentence and starts to crank the dial around and press various buttons frantically. I become very interested in his device. When I try to move closer to get a better look at it, though, someone grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"Don't want your face to get blown off," Link murmurs. He's never been too fond of Dr. C's inventions, especially after his latest ones blew up.

"Now, let's try it," Dr. C says. "Jess, would you like to-"

I have the device in my hands before he can finish, and I guess on how to work it before he tells me. I press the red button that says "call" and say into the speaker, "Extra-terrestrial life forms. I am a cheese pizza. Fear me or die. Or both." I wait for a response while B.O.B. snickers and the others watch inquisitively. Dr. C's eyes shine.

At first there's static, but then a robotic voice answers my call. I grin, and Dr. C claps me on the shoulder. I hear him whispering about sheer brilliance or something of that nature. "Human. Patron of earth. Know my ancestors, know their history," and from there the robotic voice breaks off into an enraged one, "and know that we will attack!" I jerk my head around and look t Dr. C. He looks just as shocked as me.

"What d-do I do?" I stutter. This is honestly a first for me.

B.O.B. takes the device and says, "No, Mr. Alien Dude. Jessie said you were supposed to die."

There's a groan. I face-palm, and then I start to bite my nails, but I stop. No inventor can be afraid of glitches, even if they threaten your life. Or can they? I don't have time to ask if it's okay to be afraid before the device explodes. B.O.B. goes flying backwards in two glops of blue blur, and Aunt Susan gasps.

"Nice one, Doc," Link says sarcastically. "Wait to go."

"It's not my fault!" Dr. C says. "I swear I recalculated all of the sensors! It shouldn't have blown up this time!" He scuttles over to B.O.B. the puddle and plucks the Call-Tron out of his hand, or whatever's left of it.

"What happened, Doctor?" Aunt Susan asks.

"I don't know. I can't see. Jessica, do you have a light on you?"

"Here," I say, removing a small LED light keychain from my belt loop and handing it over. He takes it and examines the underside of the crispy Call-Tron. Meanwhile, B.O.B. accumulates back into his old form and starts to laugh again.

"Gentleman," Dr. C says. "And ladies. I know what caused the explosion. It was no glitch." "What was it then?" I ask curiously.

"Whoever, or whatever, was on the other end of this was capable of ultrasonic hacking. They must've taken over the controls and set it to self-destruct manually."

"I never understood why evil geniuses and quacks included self-destruct buttons on their stuff," Link says.

"I am NOT a quack! For the last time, Link, self-destruct buttons are included for the purpose of-"

"I don't really care," Link cuts him off. "I just said I always wondered."

Insectosaurus roars.

"Anyway," Dr. C continues. "Whatever was on the other end had some incredibly advanced technology to knock this thing out, and only one answer can be provided as to who would have this technology."

"Aliens," the four of us say at the same time.

"Aliens AGAIN?" B.O.B. whines.

Insectosaurus roars again.

I always hoped I'd never live to see the day that another alien invasion attacked earth. Now I was hoping I'd live to see the end of it.

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