It was late in the afternoon. Stanford just got back from exploring different planets. He had brought a new alien home. Stanley, who was a taking a nap, woke up and walked to the nosie. Oh, great, he thought. He knew his brother was probably going to do something dangerous and annoying. Stanley talked to Stanford for a second, before Stanford went to his room. Stanley huffed and looked at the alien. Stanley was now in charge of the new alien. Great. Stanley said, his voice filled with annoyance. But maybe this alien could help around the mystery shack...