“Mr. Flanders, you won't believe what happened to my homework!” Timmy exclaimed, bursting into the classroom with wide eyes and a tale ready to be told.
Mr. Flanders, ever the skeptic, leaned back in his chair. “Alright, Timmy. Let's hear it. This better be good.”
Timmy took a deep breath. “It all started last night when I was finishing my math assignment. Suddenly, this green light filled my room and...”
“Let me guess,” interrupted his best friend, Jack. “An alien showed up and took your homework, right?”
Timmy nodded vigorously. “Exactly! But he didn't just take it. He asked to borrow it! Said he needed to study Earth math.”
Mr. Flanders raised an eyebrow. “An alien borrowed your homework? And what did you do?”
Timmy shrugged. “I told him, ‘Sure, why not? But make sure you bring it back by morning.’ He promised he would, but I guess he got lost or something. You know how bad the GPS signals are in space.”
The class burst into laughter. Mr. Flanders, trying to maintain his stern demeanor, couldn't help but chuckle. “Alright, Timmy. I'll give you one more day. But next time, make sure your alien friend returns it on time.”
Later that day, Timmy and Jack were sitting in the cafeteria, discussing the previous night's encounter.
“So, what did the alien look like?” Jack asked, biting into his sandwich.
Timmy grinned. “He was about three feet tall, green, and had big googly eyes. And he wore a tiny suit. Like, a business suit! I think he was an alien accountant or something.”
Jack laughed. “Did he speak English?”
“Kinda. He had this weird accent. It was like... if a robot tried to sound British.”
Just then, Cindy, the class president, joined them. “Heard about your alien, Timmy. Why didn’t you get a picture?”
Timmy smirked. “He said he was camera shy. Something about intergalactic privacy laws.”
After school, Timmy rushed home, hoping to find his homework waiting for him. Instead, he found a small device with a note attached. It read: “Thanks for the homework, Timmy! Here's a universal translator for your troubles. – Zorgon.”
Timmy showed the device to his mom. “Mom, look! Zorgon left this for me!”
His mom, stirring a pot of soup, glanced at the gadget. “That's nice, dear. Just make sure you finish your new homework tonight.”
The next day, Timmy brought the translator to school. Jack was eager to try it out. “Let's see if this thing really works.”
They approached Mr. Flanders, who was talking to another teacher. Jack held up the device and pressed a button. Suddenly, Mr. Flanders' voice sounded like he was speaking alien gibberish.
“What in the world?” Mr. Flanders exclaimed, his voice normal again.
Timmy and Jack burst into laughter. “Sorry, Mr. Flanders. We were just testing out our new toy.”
Mr. Flanders shook his head, smiling. “Just be careful with that thing. We don’t need any more alien encounters.”
As Timmy walked home, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever see Zorgon again. That night, as he was about to fall asleep, a familiar green light filled his room.
“Hey, Timmy!” Zorgon said, appearing at the foot of his bed. “Thanks for the homework. I aced my Earth Math exam!”
Timmy grinned. “Glad I could help. But next time, can you borrow my science homework? I could use some intergalactic insights.”
Zorgon laughed. “Deal! See you around, buddy.”
And with that, Zorgon vanished, leaving Timmy with a story no one would ever believe. Well, almost no one.
“Timmy, was that your alien friend again?” his mom called from the hallway.
Timmy smiled. “Yeah, Mom. Just another normal night.”
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