Disclaimer: I don't own themyet….hehe.

Authors note: Hehe. Sorry. That last chapter must have been confusing. Let me give you a synopsis…free of charge!

Same Diff begins as Jake and the crew of the Rachel is preparing to ram the Blade Ship aannnndd...Bloop (sound effect). Thanks to the Ellimist, the regular gang is back in book 49 and decide NOT to infiltrate the blood bank (if you haven't read book 49, I suggest you quietly click that little X in the upper-right hand corner and proceed to your local library). But, Crayak also gets to do something...

Alright! Now, let's get back to the story.

Tobias

Hi. My name is Tobias.

And I can't tell you…wait. Wait a minute.

Can you hold on a second? I have to go get lunch. I'm in the mood for an order of McMouse. With a side of McOtherVariousRodents. Or something like that. And I just saw some movement.

I did a quick turn and went into a dive.

I was a missile! Or maybe a bullet. That mouse had no chance. No chance. I was only fifty feet away. Twenty! I flared my wings and….snatch! Aha!

Okay, maybe I shouldn't be proud of that. But you know, a hawks gotta eat.

With my hawk body full, I turned toward Ax's scoop. The others, with the exception of Marco, were in school and we had nothing planned so I figured I would watch TV with him for a while. We do it a lot. I often have to interpret human media and explain some things to him. Like how 'These Messages' is not a program.

I landed in a nearby tree and Ax turned his head, while keeping his stalk eyes on his television, and gave me one of those Andalite smiles. You know. With just the eyes.

Okay, maybe you don't know.

Marco, on the other hand, was too busy being pitiful to notice my arrival. He also seemed a little mad.

"Freakin' nothing on! Absolutely FREAKIN' NOTHING!"

Maybe just a little.

(I suggest you adjust the frequency to pick up the program "Gilligans Island". Gilligan and his fellow shipmates could simply build a distress signal from the wreckage of their seacraft, but they don't and that is why this show is humorous. Ha ha ha ha. Ha.)

We just stared at Ax. I snickered and Marco shot me a death glare, muttered something about how it's so funny when you aren't married to the Ax-man, and continued sulking.

"Freakin' nothing on," he muttered, sinking lower in his chair.

But then he sat straight up. Turned the television off. Glanced at their computer, which had a Z-space device attached to it, and turned back to me and Ax. There was surprise and excitement in his eyes.

"Did you guys hear that?"

(Oh yeah. Hurry, turn the volume up.)

As soon as the volume was adjusted the machine buzzed to life again.

Bzzssmmm...The Council...-ser One...bzzp

We all strained closer to hear it. Ax touched a dial very gently.

Bzzzppp...Council of Thirtee-...approves of Visser One's plan and urg-...-im to commence.

"Oh…" Marco began. Ax finished Marco's sentence with a word he picked up while on Earth.

(Let's be rational guys,) I said. (Let's not jump to conclusions. It could be another one of his crazy schemes. If it's all out war, we would have heard something from the Chee.)

"Well, whatever it is, I'm going to relax a bit longer before getting myself killed." Marco sat back in his chair and turned the TV back on.

"This just in. Some kind of…of…umm, some kind of alien-looking thing is…wait there's more of 'em! They are herding people into-."

TSSSEEEEEEWWWW!

The reporter for Channel 9 sizzled and disappeared.

I must have looked weird, a hawk with his jaw dropped.

"Just not my FREAKIN' DAY!"

Authors note: Alright. Thanks for reading so far. Please tell me what you think. If you are confused. I hope this chapter was a little more easy to understand. I am SO sorry about the thought-speak marks. I saved it as a web page and everything, but they just won't work. I might cry. Please, any advice you might have, pleasereview and tell me.