"Anthony, wake up."

Feeling unusually groggy, Anthony slowly opened his eyes.

Actually, he realized he was already awake and in somebody's arms and moving along.

"It's me, your father. For real this time." As the man carried him, Anthony could see there were other men, and women, with rifles.

"The Kanamits have been tricking you, son," his father explained as he loaded him into an old rusty pickup. "They've been using a hypnosis machine on you, trying to convince you that you have no power."

"I don't like automobiles," Anthony said in a pouty little boy voice.

"I know you don't, son. But we have to get you out of here, get you away from here before more of the Kanamits show up. And we have to give you time to figure out how to use your power again, to practice."

So the father drove. As they went past a field, he said, "See that cow there, son? See if you can give it two heads. Like you did with gophers. It'll be a good way to start."

While Mr. Fremont smiled, Anthony put on his most angry face. Anthony glared at the cow and it suddenly sprouted a second head. Before Anthony's father could say anything, every cow in the field did the same.

"That's good, son. Now see that Kanamit spaceship over the town? See if you cane make it go away."

Seeing the giant sacuer hovering over the Peaksville water tower, Anthony nodded and gave it his most angry look. In the blink of an eye, the spaceship vanished. Anthony's father nearly drove off the road.

As he parked the car, he considered how his son was able to do this so quickly. It was like his power had been pent up all this time just waiting to do something. And now that it was out there, it was really going to do its thing.

Stepping out of the car, Anthony slammed the door behind him. With tiny fists clenched, he walked toward a nearby cornfield. There, floating television sets assembled before him.

"Go away!" he shouted. As he held one hand up, Anthony looked like a little soldier engaged in an angry salute. "You go away, Kanamits. You be gone!"

Each TV set showed a Kanamit spaceship over a different city. One by one, each ship vanished.

With a slight glare, Anthony turned back to his father and spoke in a voice of calm authority that was almost chilling.

"They're gone. They're all gone. And I don't want them ever coming back."

"No one does," Anthony's father said. "And what about the spaceships with the people in them? Did you bring them back, too?"

"Sure did," Anthony said as he nodded his head.

His father knelt down. "There's one more thing you must do, son. Wherever you sent the Kanamits, send yourself there, too."

Anthony looked mildly surprised at first then shocked, hurt even. "But I can't. What if other aliens try to invade Earth?"

His father smiled a reassuring smile. "You can watch us from where you are. And if anyone else does try to hurt us, you can come back and send them all away."

"I could, I suppose," Anthony said uncertainly.

Still smiling, Mr. Fremont clutched his son's shoulders. "Don't you see, son? If anything happens to you, the Kanamits will be set loose again, and we'll have no one to protect us."

Anthony looked deep in thought. "Well, I don't want the Kanamits to come back."

"Of course you don't," Mr. Fremont said, now smiling with moist eyes. "And you know what? You can play with the Kanamits, just the way you do with your two-headed gophers or some of the children."

At that, Anthony did something very rare: he not only smiled he lit up.

"I'll do it!"

"Good for you, son. Good for you." As father embraced son, the tall man became even more tearful. "Goodbye, Anthony," he whispered.

"'Bye, Dad."

Once he ended the embrace, Mr. Fremont stood.

"Everyone will be very grateful," he said as his voice cracked. "Your mother will be very proud."

As he usually did, Anthony showed no emotion as he turned and walked into the cornfield. Once between the cornstalks, he slowly faded out of sight.

As life got back to normal on Earth, Anthony watched it all from his little kingdom where he lived in an exact duplicate of his family's farm. In that other dimension, Anthony swung on a wooden fence.

Behind him was the cornfield. In that cornfield, as far as the eye could see, were Kanamits. Each one was a giant jack-in-the-box with its head bobbing up and down.

Above the cornfield, Kanamits groaned and sobbed as they slowly twirled around high above the cornstalks.

From his wooden fence swing, Anthony shouted his orders.

"You fly and twirl, you bad Kanamits! You keep spinning until I say stop!"