DISCLAIMER: Like, uh, like, I didn't like, write the original Animorphs and all, like...totally...

GUESS WHO HAS INTERNET AGAIN?

me!

MWAAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! MOOOHOOOHOOHOOOhoohoo...ha...haa...ha ha...

ha.

Ahem. Sorry 'bout that. Anyways.

I have a theory.

Gafinalan IS Martha Stewart!

No...wait! Martha Stewart IS A YEERK! And she's in Gafinalan's HEAD!

She controls him; making him clean ALL THE TIME! She's an obssessive compulsive cleaning YEERK!

She's in him because she's trying to escape jail...and the whole jail thing is a cover because...VISSER THREE WANTS TO KILL HER! Because she's, like, a traitor...and all...

Whoa...I'm a genius...

Or...possibly insane...I don't know. Whatever.

...

It's a conspiracy I tell you! A CONSPIRACY!

Ahem. Sorry. Anyways.

On with the epic. Smirk. Not really. More like a smut novel really...

Daisy

Hmm...something was definitely going on...

I was spying on my neighbor.

Alright, I admit it. I had a teeny tiny bit of a crush on him.

So what?

He was a guy, I was a girl, he likes plants, I have cats.

It was meant to be!

Besides, I hadn't been on a decent date in a while. Too much while...

But that whole troup of middle schoolers showing up at his door did weird me out a little.

Two girls and five boys. And what a diverse group they were; black, white, hispanic!

"Hmm, must be some kind of community effort he's doing. He doesn't really seem like a sociable guy though..." I pondered, peering out my kitchen window, sipping my coffee.

I was back from a hectic day at work. The cats were in their usual places. Hush was outside, doing his "doggy business". I pushed my short blond hair back. It's not really blond. It's more light brown with blond highlights- a honey color I can't stand, but I dye it lighter blond alot.

I looked around. The kitchen was a mess. I needed to clean up. But I was always so busy with work and all, and tired when I came home. That was one of the reasons the engagement hadn't...

I sighed and I looked out the window again at the McClellan house. I wondered how clean his house must be. I mean, as an American bachelor, it couldn't be too clean...

The kids were leaving. I smiled. They were all just herding down the steps and down the street. There was a black girl, a blond girl, a spanish looking boy, a brown haired boy, a boy with blond, scraggly hair, and a weird looking, but strangely pretty, boy, and another boy who looked spanish, but he was much taller than the other spanish boy.

I was dying of curiousity. I just had to know!

I decided to pay my neighbor a friendly, welcoming visit...