oh no

The other one has caught the writing flu, too. In the key of SF:

The Three Little Aliens

Once upon a time, there were three little aliens. One day the mommy alien said (translation) "It's time for you to go exploring."

So they twisted their mommy's antennae goodbye, set off in their space ships, and came to Earth.

The big, bad human came to destroy them.

"Get off my planet or I'll blow you up!" he said.

And the aliens said (translation), "Not by the goop on our anten-ten-tenae!"

So the big, bad human launched a missile and damaged the fuel cells in their ships.

The aliens made a house out of steel.

"Get off my planet or I'll blow you up!" he said.

And the aliens said (translation), "Not by the goop on our anten-ten-tenae!"

And the human launched a missile and destroyed their house.

So the last house they made out of steel, barbed wire, laser security, and a transformer ray set to "squirrel."

The big, bad human came to destroy it.

"Get off my planet, or I'll blow you up!" he said.

And the aliens said (translation), "Not by the green goop on our anten-ten-tenae!"

Before the big, bad human could launch a missile, they zapped him with the ray gun. And the three little aliens lived happily ever after, enjoying their squirrel stew.

The End.