Rocking Aliens
by Clarise
Samuels
The target
appeared on their radar screen. "Is that
Earth?" the captain asked.
"Correct,"
the copilot answered.
The spaceship
landed on the mall rooftop. The two aliens put on
their rubberized masks and ran into the music
store yelling, "Everybody down!"
Minutes later,
they were back in the ship, and they took off.
The Emperor's voice crackled over the radio.
"Well?"
The copilot
responded, "Every Rolling Stone CD has been
appropriated."
Back on Planet
Xter, the Emperor smiled. He would never have to
rely on Earth's fickle DJ’s again. Now he
had his own supply.
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