Amphibious Aliens?!

Strapped down to a dissection table, Johnnie watched his strange captors as they rummaged through his backpack. Their big, wide eyes were filled with curiosity as they pulled out a variety things and dumped the rest of the contents onto their polished floor. They talked amongst themselves as they bent down to get a closer look.

They picked up one of his pens and exchanged looks with each other before looking over their shoulder to stare at Johnnie, who raised an eyebrow at them. They then looked at each other and nodded. They made their way to Johnnie who visibly gulped. They held out the ink pen and blinked their eyes as they continued to fill up with curiosity.

He told them that it was an ink pen used to write with and the captors remained puzzled. “Pen…” one emphasized. “Write...” the other said as he took the pen from his brother. They then set the ink pen beside Johnnie and bent over to rummage through the unsorted pile to get more answers from Johnnie on what the trinkets in his backpack were. They briefly bonked their heads when reaching for the same thing.

As they rose their head up in unison, they held up a UFO keychain and tapped on the top of it; causing the light bulb below it to briefly emit a green light. The captor holding the keychain suddenly dropped it and exclaimed in alert. “Relax, it’s just my light up keychain.” Johnnie reassured them. The duo exchanged looks at each other then bent down to pick up the keychain from the floor.

“Key…” one began to ask. “…Chain?” The other finished its partner’s question. Johnnie nodded slightly. “It goes on a key ring, or it acts like an accessory.” Johnnie continued to explain. The captors were intrigued and played with the keychain’s light until its battery died. They then tossed it over Johnnie and rummaged through the unorganized heap they made with Johnnie’s stuff.

They grabbed one of Johnnie’s journals and tried to open it; only for the strap to prevent entry. “C-careful with that!” Johnnie stuttered anxiously. The captor stopped their attempt and looked at Johnnie as he bit his lower lip. “Pen?” It then asked Johnnie holding up the journal. The other took it from its partner. “Keychain?” It asked while Johnnie shook his head no.

“No that’s a journal.” Johnnie corrected them. The captors blinked slowly and tried to open the journal once again, but to no avail. “St-stop that,” Johnnie demanded, “you’re going to break it!” The captors stopped and narrowed their eyes at Johnnie. They looked at each other quickly before throwing the journal where it hit Johnnie in the face before sliding down and laying beside the pen.

One of the captors then pulled out a strange weapon and aimed it at the pile of unsorted items. Johnnie was forced to watch in horror. He then quickly worked on trying to free himself from the straps when the duo left the room to get their tools via a teleportation pad. He managed to free a hand and removed his journal’s strap to open the journal and opened to an empty page.

Acting quick, he grabbed hold of the pen with his two fingers and managed to write out a message, but when he saw the green light shine from the teleportation pad, he abruptly stopped writing and managed to close the journal quick as a whip and dropped the pen. He saw the scalpel and felt his blood get cold.

He gulped deeply as beads of sweat rolled down his skin that went pale. His heart thumped out of fear when he saw a knife and a syringe. He also saw an empty blood bag and began to shake and hyperventilate. He then asked for a single request and the duo exchanged looks and nodded to Johnnie. With a deep gulp, Johnnie watched as they removed him from their dissection table. Johnnie got up and picked up his journal along with his pen.

He looked back at the two strange captors and sprinted to the teleportation pad after ripping out a page from his journal; dropping the latter in the process. He folded up the paper firmly and quickly typed in some coordinates on a keyboard connected to the teleportation pad. He then headed off to get on top of the advanced technology before him, but he was suddenly snared by energy binding cuffs.

He dropped the note he had onto the teleportation pad where it was whisked away to the destination that Johnnie quickly typed in before his second capture. The note arrived at a secret lab where his father was fixing a broken Mars rover. He then finished fixing it and set it on his own teleportation pad and sent it back to Mars.

His white lab coat and blue gloves were covered in red dust and oil. He began to walk away when the teleportation pad glowed its green light and he found a folded up note that had sweat marks on it. He opened it up with caution and skimmed through it before gasping in shock. “This handwriting,” he exclaimed, “it’s unreadable! Whoever wrote this forgot to input their address so I could return it to sender!”

He then ripped the distress call in paper form in half and discarded the torn pieces of paper into the recycling bin. He turned to looked back at the screen that showed what the recently repaired Mars rover saw. He sipped his coffee and noticed a spaceship parked behind a red hill of dirt and dust. He then maneuvered the rover with the help of his new invention; the planetary remote. This could control whatever it was set to; from any planet.

Using the rover his father then noticed that Johnnie was about to be dissected. He threw off his lab coat; revealing a cliché superhero costume underneath. He then flew through the roof and to Mars when suddenly everything abruptly came to a halt when his captors were revealed to be giant alien frog creatures.

The scene cut to Johnnie who was in a science classroom with his teacher looking at him in disapproval. “That’s why we shouldn’t dissect frogs, Ms. Rana,” Johnnie explained exaggerating, “because if we do, in the future their descendants will dissect us!” The class laughed at Johnnie’s assumption and Ms. Rana excused herself from the classroom and entered the principal’s office and hung her head down in utter shame. “The boy is onto us, sir.” She said as a swivel chair turned slowly revealing a small tree frog wearing a scowl on his face.