Elijah snatched a Pop-Tart from B.O.B.'s plate and stared at the frosted pastry treat for a few seconds. "What is this?" He asked me.

"Jenny, who are you talking to?" Susan asked.

"It's okay, guys; I found him." I replied. I turned to Elijah. "It's called a Pop-tart. It's filled with some jelly stuff, and you put usually put it in a toaster, but the boss won't let us eat any except for B.O.B."

"Why's that?" The coyote boy inquired. "And who's the boss?"

"He says they're not good for us," I answered. "And B.O.B.'s not gonna die of anything 'cause he can't. 'He' is General Monger."

"So you're not free?"

"Nope, unfortunately not all the way. Well, yeah, we are, but we're a team."

"Yeah! We fight aliens!" B.O.B. added hoping to get on the boy's good side.

"Really?" Elijah gaped wide-eyed.

"Jennifer, B.O.B., who is this?" Dr. Cockroach asked approaching along with the rest of the guys to the table. Elijah, to my surprise, wasn't really as scared as I was when I first saw Doc five years ago on TV; he just cocked an ear and smirked in disgust and interest.

"This's Elijah, guys." B.O.B. introduced. "He's the boy."

Link looked back at the dwarf and "punk" in the main room. "So, what are you?" He asked.

"I'm part human, part coyote." Elijah stated. Link walked over to the fridge and pulled out a plastic case of raw fish. The coyote boy cringed but couldn't help but notice something in the fridge. "Say, is that raw meat in there?"

"Yes," Susan asked confused at his question. "I think it's steak."

"May I?" He asked politely. I nodded, pulled out a case of the meat he wanted, and handed it to him. Like a hungry child in a third-world country, he didn't give a rip to sit down at a table but sat down on the floor and gnawed away desperately at the bloody meal. "Thanks, Jennifer." He said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

The rest of us didn't eat but stared at him. I changed the subject by going to the cupboards and serving myself my oatmeal. B.O.B. smiled at Elijah and immediately devoured the plate of Pop-tarts. Our sweet blob friend was finished so Link pulled himself a chair, sat wear B.O.B. used to stand, and began ripping off the head of a fish. Doc sat down, opened a small tin case of garbage, and emptied it. Susan pulled out a plastic container of her own oatmeal from what looked like one of those giant safes you see in banks in cartoons.

"So, how long have you been part coyote?" Doc asked.

"Dunno." Elijah replied. "Either since when I was very little or for my whole life."

"Like you were born that way?" Link asked.

"Yep. Monger came in, intending to greet us good morning and give an announcement of a new schedule.

"Monsters, what is that thing?" He asked indicating Elijah.

"General, this is the young boy we found at Tierra del Fuego." Doc explained. "He is a human-coyote hybrid."

"Is that so?" The gruff general pondered, furrowing his eyebrows. "Young man, may I see you in my office?" The now somewhat scared Elijah looked back at us.

"It's okay, dude." I assured him. "He doesn't bite."

"Much." B.O.B. added, giving him a thumbs up. He was winking but because he has one eye he was in his own way winking. Make that blinking. Elijah smiled sadly, and followed Monger to his office.

"Wow, never human in his whole life." Susan repeated once the door shut.

"Well, at least he never had to face the culture shock some of us went through by changing from a normal life to one in prison." Doc said

"Right." I agreed. "But where did he come from? 'Cause I don't think anyone dresses like that anywhere."

"Wait a minute." B.O.B. stated, his fists on his sides. "Who in the world had a normal life here?"

"Doc, Susan, and Jen." Link replied. "They used to be humans."

"Fine then, who has a normal life being a monster?" B.O.B. asked again.

"You and Link, probably." Susan said.

"Or probably some of you lost your sanity from being in prison so stinking long that you finally woke up and accepted where you were as life," I suggested creepily which made B.O.B. shudder. "leaving everything you used to know...behind...forever."

"Don't even go there, Jennifer." Doc grumbled. "Some of us have most likely been too close to that."

"Doc's been the closest so far with the whole mad scientist thing." Link chuckled.

"Billie, I'm still hungry!" B.O.B. wailed. "Can you make me pancakes?"

"Okay, but I don't know how to make pancakes." I replied.

"Fine then, Doc and I can show you." Susan said. Doc pulled a bag of pancake batter out of the cupboards along with a measuring cup and a glass bowl.

"Might as well let Bennett make the pancakes." I mumbled.

"Oh, no, you don't, my dear." Doc protested, filling the measuring cup with water. "I'll prepare the batter while you find the skillet and turn the stove on. And don't call me Bennett."

"Can I get mine in the shape of an elephant?" B.O.B. asked.

"Some day, B.O.B." I called back. "It's my first lesson."

"Alright, now what you do is pour the batter onto the skillet." Susan instructed. I followed her orders and poured the gloppy stuff onto the hot skillet. "Now, every once in a while you flip your pancake with a spatula to make sure it doesn't turn black, and when a pancake looks like a pancake, you serve it to yourself or your diner."

"Okie-dokie." I replied. I just stared at the skillet as I flipped the pancakes and served them on a plate. "No wonder my dad was so good at making these; they're stinkin' easy!"

Monger came in at that moment when I said "stinkin'", so I immediately felt myself turn red. He saw B.O.B. getting ready to pile the plate of pancakes into his mouth so he took the plate from him.

"Hey." B.O.B. cried. "Those are mine!"

"Wait a minute, kid," The general reasoned. "Ya gotta flavor up these flapjacks first." With that, Monger grabbed the maple syrup from the cupboard and reached into the fridge to grab a stick of butter. "Hey! What happened to that steak I was planning to barbecue?"

"He ate it!" B.O.B. answered, intending to point at Elijah. "Where'd he go?"

"Raw meat, eh?" Monger pondered; it was kind of a wonder he didn't get angry. "Well, I think I can let this one slide. Coyosapien? You may come in now; I'll see y'all later."

Elijah came into the room with a bit of an emotionless look. He didn't have that weird suit on anymore but a jumpsuit similar to mine and Susan's only with the number 7 on it; he sat down on the floor where he ate last. His ears folded back like JJ did when we found out he got into the garbage.

"You okay, kid?" Link asked.

"Yeah, I guess." Elijah said. "So do you all have to call me Coyosapien? 'Cause I really don't like that name."

"No." B.O.B. replied. "My human name was Bob, and when they changed my name, Doc and Link still called me Bob."

"B.O.B., you know very well you were never human." Doc corrected.

"I did?" The blob asked, ashamed of himself.

"It'll be okay," I told him. "Now that we're not exactly isolated."

"She's right." Susan agreed. "You can always call me Susan and Invisoline Jennifer."

"And you can call Doc 'Bennett'." I finished.

"But please, call him 'Doc.'" B.O.B. added.

"Okay, I think I can live with that." Elijah said, ears perking back up. "So, you fight aliens, huh? When's your next mission?"

Monger came back in on his jet pack. "Monsters, we've a bit of a situation on our hands."

"Right now." I answered, whispering to him.

"We're not exactly fightin' aliens this time," Monger continued. "Y'all are fightin' a human, possible monster."