Pink Floyd calms the Alien.

Hello again, this morning started out like many had before. I was sleeping, which is usually how all mornings start. The Commander, got out of bed before me, which again, is how most mornings start. This particular morning, however, was not just a regular morning.

"We have a Top Priority mission," said The Commander, "so, get up out of that bed."

Like usual, I grunted and rolled over and fell asleep as soon as she left the room. She was not pleased.... So what does that shifty Minx do? She rallied The Diva, and The Alien.

"Alright troops," I heard The Commander say. "Your mission is to get your lazy, no good Father out of that bed."

Cheers of pure motivation exploded as the Misfits were released to bring me to swift justice. I could hear them, the sound was ominous, like the sound of blood thirsty savages bearing down on my position. As they approached, I prepared for the attack, I lifted my cloak of invisibility, some call it a comforter. Now fully invisible, or so I had hoped, I heard it, the sound of insanity, The Diva had just breeched the perimeter, it would only be moments until the Alien and her were stabbing at me with their plastic IKEA spoons from breakfast.

I held my breath...... Then, I felt it, two bodies landed on me. I didn't recall a diving platform in my bedroom, they must have used jet packs to gain altitude. Regardless of the how, they had nearly crushed me. As the battle raged on, I was becoming victorious. Eventually, both of the assailants were apprehended, I had them wrapped up in my robotic arms and I was administering, Forced Cuddling. They hate that.

Now, we are all dressed and ready to embark on our mission, the kids are in our low altitude wheeled cruiser. I am piloting, and the Commander is Navigating...... Ummmm, we aren't lost, are we?

Arrival at our destination, as we pull into the shuttle dock, The Alien yells.

"I am scared, I am not going in."

Apparently, going to a baptism is life threatening. So, we all go inside. The Alien is still not pleased, and starts to make this high pitched rhythmic sound, and water starts to come out of his face. So, I being the Daddy decided to take him back out to the vehicle in which we were transported here.

Panic sets in as I am trying to calm this apparently painful reaction to a baptism. So, I reach for this futuristic piece of technology, it stores music. I have heard rumor that when it is made public, it will be called the iPod. Don't quote me on that though. Anyway, I find this band Pink Floyd, and it instantly calms the Alien. Now it is time for another adventure.

Timmy OUT.

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