Under the realisation the rain suddenly stopped when the aliens came, I grabbed my pink satchel which I stuffed the song into and we both made our way out across the yard.
“See!” I exclaimed pointing at the new billboard the weird guys at the lab from town put up last week.
“Oh yeah! I forgot that was there!” LaVolpe said.
“Remember? Whenever someone writes a song the aliens come and look for it, then they steal it and use it as wallpaper. Haven’t you watched When Mars Attacks?”
“Not really, but you never watched my box set of Are you Being Served with me, so why should I?”
“I say!” I said, “An alien invasion is kinda a dumb turning point today. I mean, I was enjoying the rain and the wind and the mice and the pen chewing but now this invasion has made things go a bit bananas.”
We reluctantly began leaving the house and walking past the local school and across the park to get a better idea of the damage, slightly disappointed aliens were introduced this early but shrugging our shoulders and continuing with the story anyway. The big red and blue machine stopped off at the local bar for a quick diet coke because it was time for smoko, which bought us some time to get out of sight.
“We gotta try and reach the ‘song disposal shed’ to get rid of the song. I mean, if the aliens get a hold of this, just think how bad the property market is going to be in a few years!”
“yes,” LaVolpe replied “that sounds like a good idea”
We finally reached Sun Sun Olala Avenue where the song disposal shed was located…