The boys were feeling bored today, having no adventures to go on and frankly nothing interesting to do. Well, nothing interesting that could keep Hank’s attention for more than a few minutes. Luckily (or unluckily?) for them, a loud crash sounded from outside the Compound, making both brothers rush up to go take a look. Brock and Venture were close behind, Venture angrily muttering under his breath about damages.

Hank was the first to dart right up to what seemed to be a spaceship. It didn’t have any earth-like symbols or writing, so it looked a little sketchy. “Haank! Don’t get too close! What if there’s an alien in there?” Dean basically whined, looking at the foreign ship with discomfort clear on his face. Hank just rolled his eyes at his brother.

“Then that would be awesome! Hey Dean, what if the alien in there is the same like in the movies. It’s gonna crawl out and lay eggs in your chest!” Hank grinned, making hand motions with his words to make Dean squirm— which he did.

“Alright, alright, boys. Back up, we don’t know what’s in there.” Brock’s gruff voice spoke up, his stern look making Hank scoot away from the ship even with his defiant sigh. Venture observed with his hands on his hips and a usual scowl on his face which faltered when the ship doors opened. All of them watched with rapt attention— Brock putting his hand on the knife on his hip.