I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'm sooooo sorry that I haven't updated sooner. I was going to try and update like, every day, but noooo, I had to do this band thing ALL DAY and then my Geometry teacher decided she was going to pile a SHIT-LOAD of Geometry homework on us poor, poor students. But I'm here now, so I'll do the best I can. Just FYI, there's a teeny tiny bit of a time jump on this one, and I'm doing this chapter from Gazzy's POV cause I've always liked Gazzy. There's just something about that kid. :) Hope you like it! :D

Gazzy POV

"10…9…8…7…6…"

I watched as the extra long fuse Iggy and I had made inch along agonizingly slowly toward our latest homemade bomb.

"5…4…3…2…1…"

When the tiny little spark got close enough, it ignited the gasoline, which, in turn, ignited the nitroglycerin and then…

KA-BOOM!

The bomb exploded into a trillion teeny tiny little pieces and a huge ball of fire shot up into the sky, almost like a meteor going the wrong way. It was FANTASTIC! I staggered back as a gust of wing came from the bomb.

"Oh, man! That was so awesome! Definitely our best work yet, Ig."

Iggy grinned at me, his eyes pointed almost exactly at my head, but hey, when you're blind you can't be perfect.

"How big was the blast radius?" Iggy asked eagerly.

I looked at the demolition zone and tried to multiply in my head. Let's see here, 5 times 5 is…a number that ends with five and that times the radius of a circle is…oh, screw it.

"Almost as big as our old house!"

"No way!"

"YEAH! And, there's like a little fire that's spreading from the middle."

"What? We have to put it out before Max finds us. That sonic boom was big enough to wake up Nudge in the mornings. Max's gonna be on us like white on rice if we don't make like a hippie and blow this joint." (sorry for all of the dumb little sayings, I was just feeling kinda silly today :P )

Huh?

"Make like a…what? And what's a joint?"

Iggy just ignored me and ran over to our in-case-something-goes-wrong-with-a-bomb-and-Max-wants-to-cut-off-our-genitals emergency kit. Iggy won't tell me what genitals means, he just says that they're something I don't want to live without, but he told me not to say it in front of Max or she would murder us "slowly and with great pleasure" is what I think he said. Whatever.

He grabbed the fire extinguisher that we had stolen from the school we went to when we were at Anne's and tossed it to me with expert aim.

I just looked at it.

"What do you want me to do with it?"

He looked exasperated.

"I want you to make a five star meal. What do you think I want you to do with it? Put out the damn fire!"

"Why can't you do it?"

"Because I can't see the fucking fire!"

Oh.

By this time the fire had spread from the size of a small dog, to a medium-sized pony. I looked at the diagrams on the side of extinguisher and popped open the little latch doodad. I grabbed the nozzle with one hand and pressed the trigger thing with my other. This weird foamy smoke stuff came pouring out and I walked over to the fire, now almost as big as a car, and pointed the nozzle right at it. It crackled and sputtered, gradually getting smaller and smaller until it was completely gone.

Whew.

I might like making fires, but I definitely don't like uncontrolled forest fires. They burn down the trees that we use to rest on and sleep in. And, apparently, it wasn't good for the zone-o layer. At least, I think that's what it's called. Oh well, the fire was out and there was still a little bit of the whipped cream stuff left in the fire extinguisher.

Hehehe.

"Iggy?" I could barely hold in my laughter as he turned towards my voice.

"Yeah Gaz?"

"Think fast!" Then I sprayed what was left of the can on him, covering him from head to toe in the whippy stuff.

"GAZZY! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

I just giggled uncontrollably, grabbing my sides to keep from falling. It was when I finally stopped laughing that I saw it.

I couldn't believe it. All these years of jokes and they were actually real. Up in the air was a giant spaceship with flashing lights and weird designs all over it. I pointed up to the sky, even though Iggy couldn't see me, and said, "Look, a UFO!"

"Oh, reeeeeal funny Gaz., like I'm going to fall for that one."

"No really, there's a big flying saucer thing up in the sky, we have to go tell the flock!" I started sprinting toward Dr. M's house and snapped my wings out, looking over my shoulder to see if the aliens had spotted me yet. It didn't seem like it so I yelled at Iggy.

"Come on Ig, before they get you!" I screamed at him. Very faintly, I heard him sigh and leap into the air behind me. I flew as fast as I could to Dr. M's house, hoping that the aliens hadn't reached Angel and the rest of the flock yet.

It felt like it took us FOREVER to get back to the house, but it was probably only a couple of minutes. I burst through the day and screamed, "EVERYBODY DOWNSTAIRS NOW! THE APOCALYPSE IS COMING!" Ok, so maybe I was overreacting a little bit but they wouldn't come unless it was something serious. I heard people scrambling down the stairs as I stood breathlessly in the doorway. I saw Nudge first, then Angel as they sprinted down the hall towards me skidding to a stop barely a foot away from me.

"Nudge, Angel, I saw a UFO and it was really big and scary and we need to tell Max and Fang so they can decide what to do so we don't die." I said it in between breaths because I was panting so hard. They just looked at me. Nudge looked mad and Angel looked confused.

"Gazzy, I can't believe you did it AGAIN! I mean you've done it way too many times for us to fall for it another time and it wasn't even all that funny the first time. Besides, Angel and I were in the middle of a game and I was about to win but when we heard you screaming we both ran down here and we messed up the board so now we're going to have to start all over and Angel's probably going to win now!"

She glared at me like I was toe jam and turned to stomp back inside when Angel said quietly, "Nudge, he's telling the truth."

"Wha...?" That was one of the shortest sentences I have ever heard Nudge say.

"I can see it in his mind. He saw some kind of spaceship with flashy lights and weird patterns on it, and then he came straight home to warn Max and Fang. But…where ARE they?"

"Max, Fang, come here!" I screamed as loudly as I could. We all stood stock-still for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes, waiting for them to respond. But they never did.

I couldn't believe it. There was only one answer that made sense here. Max and Fang must have been taken by the aliens! So of course, I felt tears in my eyes, which was really dumb but I couldn't help it. Max and Fang were gone and the aliens would probably go for us next and Iggy couldn't see anything and, and, everything just SUCKED!

"Gazzy, stop thinking those things!" Angel pleaded with me. "You're giving me a headache. And…"

Angel stopped and cocked her head to the side, a look of confusion overcoming her face. Suddenly I heard a slight creaking sound on the porch of the house; the sound of someone walking. I froze and my thoughts did as well.

It seemed like millisecond and an hour at the same time for the door to slowly open, creaking a bit.

If this was a horror movie, this would be the part where the crazy alien monster thing would come in with an axe and murder everyone.

Oh wait, that's exactly what's happening.

I braced myself for a tentacley mass or a little green Martian, but what walked in shocked me even more.

It was Max and Fang.

And they looked both fine.

I was so overcome with relief that I threw myself at Max, almost crying with relief. I hugged her tight for a second, and then pulled back when I realized that she wasn't hugging me back like she usually did. I looked up fearfully, hoping that the aliens hadn't taken over their brains or anything.

"Max?" I said it slowly, almost fearfully. She looked down at me with blank eyes and said in the scariest monotone I've ever heard, "Take me to your leader."

I stood rooted to the spot, scared out of my mind until something happened that I really didn't expect.

Max started giggling. But Max doesn't giggle so it must have been the thing that had taken over her brain. Then 'it' was laughing and tears were streaming down 'its' face and 'it' was clutching 'its' sides laughing before 'it' fell on the floor and started rolling around.

Then Fang started laughing.

Oh man, both their brains must have been invaded. So now the other 'it' started laughing, not even chuckling like Fang would have done. 'It' was full out roaring with laughter.

I didn't understand, why were they laughing at us? I turned to Angel who had a big smile on her face and was starting to giggle. Oh God, had Angel been turned into an alien too?

Was I the only one that didn't have an alien in my brain?

DID I have an alien in my brain and I just didn't know it yet?

It was just too much.

So I passed out.

Once again, I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry about not posting for almost 2 weeks. Please don't come after me with pitchforks and torches and fruit cups or anything. I promise that I'll get the next chapter up soon; in fact it's already halfway written.

RF (random fact) I wrote this chappie in my G-ma's bathtub this time. Maybe there's just something about bathtubs that brings out my creative side, that and they're actually REALLY comfy to sit in and type.

Anyway, maybe it's just me, but I feel like this chapter is kinda weird and messed up. Oh well, probably just my OCDness coming out. As always, please please please please review. Tell me what sucks, what's fuckin' awesome, what you think I should add more of, tell me anything. I love that tingly feeling I get when I see that I have more reviews and story alerts, so just click that lonely button down there. It needs some lovin' ;)