Sue Ellen had walked outside of the house, Max looked at her in some disbelief, "What did you mean by saying, 'oh brother'?"

"Well, it was so unexpected…" Sue Ellen explained, "But remember there are a lot of people like Buster, who will do anything when he hears word of this, I don't want to hear Buster know or say anything of this..."

"An alien would be someone considered one who well…" Max replied but was cut off by his father.

"The doctor at the doctor's office on D-34 is the technical term of an alien." Mr. Clarkson interrupted.

"But you both don't understand Buster!" Sue Ellen replied worryingly, "He is a bit slow… and will make a big deal out of this, but for sanities sake, please don't tell him, he will embarrass us as well as himself."

Mrs. Armstrong overheard, "There is nothing wrong with it… but Buster doing that assuming his mom were still here, she would probably beat him, I am insistent that Mrs. Baxter beat Buster when he was younger, I am going to talk to Mr. Baxter."

She had driven over to Mr. Baxter's and Carla's, Carlos and Mora were enjoying coffee.

"Yep that Mrs. Armstrong is a piece of ace!" Carlos stated.

"There are two women present in the room, if you are going to harass her do it elsewhere!" Mora replied.

"Bo, I need to talk to you!" Mrs. Armstrong exclaimed.

Mr. Baxter sighed, he was at times as inept as Buster was, "Can't you see I have company?"

Mrs. Armstrong didn't really like Mr. Baxter's tone, "No it is important, to the kitchen."

Mrs. Armstrong grabbed Mr. Baxter by the ear and took him to the den, "Ouch!"

She smiled and let go, "This is what I usually do when Buster gets out of hand but seriously though, I need to know when Buster was younger did Bitzi beat him?"

Mr. Baxter lowered his head, "Yes… she was always angry, she always hit him I went to court over it telling the judge but she lied telling that I was hitting him, luckily I got custody. Don't tell this to Buster though, but of course he wasn't born here…" he spoke in a quiet voice, "I hope you know that Bitzi, Buster and I were born off planet…"

"I am just concerned, because the alien thing… I know we really shouldn't encourage him over something like that but my daughter is worried over it and over a certain piece of family history that she had just learned."

"Ok, I will not say anything that I told you…" Mr. Baxter sighed as his company chuckled at him.

She had left proper and had arrived home to make lunch, Max had watched her curiously as she smiled at him.

Max seemed a bit morose, "Do you think I am odd?"

Mrs. Armstrong smiled at him as she went face to face with him, "No… why do you say that?"

He sighed, "Buster thinks I am an alien…"

"Buster says a lot of things;" Mrs. Armstrong sighed sadly, "People shouldn't encourage him."

He knew something was wrong with how she had replied, he smiled at her, "I know something is wrong…"

Mrs. Armstrong couldn't get past that smile of Max, "It is about Buster, can't really tell you since if word got out child protective services would go after Mr. Baxter…"

"Ohhh…." Max replied as he understood.

"You see, the world isn't really much of a happy place with wars and political strife, but there needs to be more people like you …" she commented sadly as she saw Fern and Sue Ellen arguing outside.

"Ever since yesterday, they have been arguing I don't know what is wrong with them?

Outside the argument didn't escalate to anything physical just words, "I saved your parents from being killed!"

Fern of course was yelling "You ran off like 10 minutes before me, and you think I should be happy?"

Sue Ellen argued with the fact of course, the facts were there, the proof was there, "Yea, I helped them to safety! I think you should at least thank me!"

Max went outside to see what was going on, "Can you two stop it?"

"What so you can still suck up to my mom?" Sue Ellen exclaimed.

"Yea!" Fern commented.

It was true, Max did exactly that.

"Well at least I didn't dress up like a Jedi when coming home or a dark mage!" Max yelled.

Mrs. Armstrong sighed; she knew it was going to be a long day…

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Mr. Davenport had the plans outlined on lined paper, he was smoking a cigar while he looked at the Benneditto's, in particular Tony, "Ok, Tony, here is the plan, we kidnap the monkey girl, demand 60 hot cars, and 1 million dollars, and we get the hell out of here."

"Brilliant…"

Mr. Davenport was suspicious of Tony's integrity, "Should I tell you the name of the girl?"

"No, I remember her, as much as I remember what she looks like," Tony yelled.

"Should we get going with the plan?" Davenport asked.

"We will share the victory with some Italian red wine for killing those cultists once and for all, they will think twice before coming back here despite helping Buck, but screw him!"

Salvatore had a bottle of home made wine and they started pouring glasses of the red wine and they drank for victories sake.

Tony continued to talk, "Once she is kidnapped, Buck will lose it."

Sonny of course asked, "Then we kill him right? I mean he partially screwed me over as did that one cultist, and that girl."

Giorgio commented, "We will kill him and her, if they don't do what is stated in the ransom."

Davenport was impatient, "Well lets get going!"

To Be Continued.