7 Intergalactic Hot Ice-cream Party

CHAPTER 7 INTERGALACTIC HOT ICE-CREAM PARTY The aliens weren't the only ones enjoying the hot ice-cream party—Jill and Terry joined in as well. They were jumping around, trying to catch fresh

scoops of hot ice-cream in their hands and mouths just as fast as Edward could throw them. 'Attention all aliens!' announced the giant eyeball. 'May I remind you, this is an intergalactic death battle, not an intergalactic hot ice-cream party. Resume fighting immediately!' But the aliens took absolutely no notice—except for one, which looked up at the eyeball and spat hot ice-cream right at it. It was a direct hit—the hot ice-cream hit the eyeball right in the… well… right in the eyeball!

It went all bloodshot and watery and was obviously in a lot of pain. That's when I had an idea. It was possibly one of the greatest ideas I've ever had. Possibly one of the greatest ideas anybody has ever had in the history of people having great ideas! I rode the elevator to the soap bubble blaster level and ran to the control panel. I selected an EXTRA BIG, EXTRA SOAPY, EXTRA BUBBLY SOAP BUBBLE BLIZZARD.

The machine rumbled and grumbled… shuddered and shook… and blasted out a blinding blizzard of bubbles— thousands and millions and billions of bubbles.

If you've ever had a bath (and I hope you have!), then you would know that soap bubbles and eyeballs are natural enemies. So now a new battle started: an intergalactic giant-flying-eyeballs versus soap- bubbles battle!

And it was a battle the soap bubbles were clearly winning. The eyeballs—blinded and driven mad by the stinging—were just flying around, crashing into each other and bursting like huge bags of watery jelly (which is not surprising, really, because that's exactly what giant eyeballs are).