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Blub Blub The Alien was in her apartment, enjoyingly painting a landscape. The happy little trees were coming along nicely. Suddenly, her door slammed open. "FEDERAL AGENTS, DROP YOUR WEAPON!" she heard a woman yell. Blub Blub turned around. Her tentical dropped the paintbrush involuntarily. A short red haired woman and a tall dark haired man were both aiming guns at her. She heard the man speak: "SEE, Scully? I told you! WAHAHAHAHAHA! I told you!" He sounded very excited. So much for Blub Blub's relaxing evening. "Hands above your head!" Said the woman. Blub Blub raised her 42 tenticals into the air. The man was stairing at her with a huge grin, shaking his head. "See that Scully? I told you!" he said again, slapping the woman on the back. "Mulder...." the woman said through gritted teeth. "Sorry." He said, smiling at her sheepishly. He then approached Blub Blub. As he did, Blub Blub could hear him mutter to himself: "Spooky my ass."

The man crouched down in front of Blub Blub, his gun aimed at her. His two eyes looked intensely into Blub Blub's 1,013 eyes. He smiled what looked to Blub Blub to be an evil little smile. "Care to tell us your name?" he asked. "Blub Blub", Blub Blub said. She saw the woman raise her eyebrow. "Blub Blub?" she asked. "Maybe she comes from a watery planet, Scully." joked the man. He then reached into his pocket and took out a bag. "Care for a sunflower seed?" Blub Blub took one and pressed it to her food intake apendage, where it was absorbed. "C'mon." said the man, standing. "Where are we going?" asked Blub Blub. "We're taking you to meet our boss. Then to be analyzed." Analyzed. Great. Blub Blub remembered years ago when she'd been in therapy. What a miserable and degrading experience that had been. She glared at the man in front of her. "C'mon." the man said again.

Blub Blub was picked up and put into a cardboard box with holes in it. The next thing she knew, Blub Blub was looking up at a bald headed man wearing glasses and looking sternly down at her. The bald man's mouth opened and his jaw and upper lip moved in a gesture of seeming disgust. Blub Blub didn't like the feeling of being regarded as some bizzare and repulsive specimen, and she finally reached up a tentical and slapped the bald man in the face, knocking his glasses off. She heard stifled snickering and looked up and over to see the short red haired woman and the tall dark haired man. The bald man picked up his glasses and cleared his throat, straightening his tie, and pursing his lips testily. "Well." he said briskly, "I guess you two have finally found yourselves an alien!" he stated. "I told you." smiled the other man, smugly. "Yes. It is amazing, Agent Mulder." said the bald man. "Of course, we can't be sure it's not a hoax without further proof. Agent Scully, you'll be analyzing the specimen?" the bald man asked the woman. Oh, no. What was to become of Blub Blub? Blub Blub shuddered. "Yes, sir." said the woman. Blub Blub had to escape. But how? She thought for a moment, then got an idea.

She began to sing. Opera. The three humans in the room all looked at her curiously. "Osole MIOOOOOOOO!!!" she belted out, lifting one tentical dramatically into the air. Her voice grew louder and louder untill the humans were covering their ears in pain. Blub Blub The Alien's species could push their voices far louder than humans. The humans all began whining for her to stop. She kept her voice steady and strong and hurled herself out of the box. She cartwheeled on her tenticals--the way her species "walks"--quickly around the room, knocking the humans down and taking their weapons. She headed for the window. She opened it. It was a long drop. Blub Blub couldn't survive landing on that cement. But if she landed on someone's HEAD. Blub Blub continued singing as the humans ran from the room. Uh oh. They'd be back with more weapons. She didn't have long! She prayed someone would come along for her to land on. YES! There was a man darting past! Blub Blub dropped the guns and flung herself over and out the window, plummeting down and landing squarely on the head of the man, who began screaming, and kept running, as he tried to pull Blub Blub off of him. At last he succeeded, and Blub Blub was on the ground. The man, who was wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans, looked down at her for a moment, then took off. Blub Blub started her cartwheel movements again and tried to get away from the building from which she had just escaped. She ducked into an alley and hid in a dumpster for 42 hours. Then, hungry and irritated, she emerged. Blub Blub's species could self-clean easily, so that's what she did next. After that, she tried to figure out where she would go. She couldn't go home. They'd find her. Where could she live, then?

Suddenly, she choked at the stench of cigerette smoke. She turned and realized that a haggered looking older man had been there the whole time. He was pointing a small gun. The man took a puff of the cigerrette and blew out the smoke. "I see you've managed to escape, Ms. Blub Blub." he said casually, a slight smile on his face. And it looked like Blub Blub would have to escape again. She began to sing. But it didn't work. The man pointed to his ear and Blub Blub could see that he was wearing top quality ear plugs. Damn. "Let's go." said the man, standing. Blub Blub was taken to a car. There were two other men there, one at the wheel. Blub Blub thought fast. She glanced to her right and gasped out loud. "What's THAT?" she exclaimed, pointing several tenticals. The man with the gun looked to the right. Blub Blub snatched the gun out of his hand. "Get in the car!" Blub Blub ordered, pointing the gun at him. The man got in the car. "Now drive the heck away!" Blub Blub hissed. The car drove away and Blub Blub, still holding the gun, cartheeled off. She had to get out of there fast, she knew they'd be back.

Desperate, Blub Blub used the gun to carjack a car at a stop light. The three men inside the car, a suited, bearded one, a short, craggily one, and a tall, blond one, all looked at Blub Blub in shock and amazement. They all started babblingly begging her to accompany them back to their "headquarters", but Blub Blub didn't go for it. The three men stood there gawking as Blub Blub The Alien sped off in their car.

Eventually, Blub Blub managed to sneak her way into Canada. She found a new apartment, which she actually liked better than her last, and made friends with some of the local E.T.s.

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Epilouge:

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully were almost ready to leave Blub Blub's old apartment. They were almost done searching and collecting. The place would be staked out in case the alien returned. "No hard evidence." Mulder said, shaking his head in dissapointment. Scully gave his arm a gentle squeeze. She looked over at the unfinished painting, which had not yet been collected. "Happy little trees." she commented. Mulder walked over to the painting. He picked up a paintbrush and dipped it in some silver paint. He began to paint something above the happy little trees. A happy little flying saucer.

The End.