Chapter I: Staying with Dad.

Disclaimer:

I don’t own any of these charcters apart from Greg, who is based on my little brother Greg!

Summary:

This takes place about the year 2007. In my story, the alien’s didn’t go back to their home planet, and still live the attic. Tommy is about 25, just so you know. In 2001, Mary and Dick had a,(thankfully human), son called Greg. Mary and Dick didn’t get married thought, so Greg lives with Mary most of the time. Dick and Mary still work at the university.

It’s Thursday morning. Dick is in his and Mary’s office, marking papers at his desk. He’s marking them all F without even reading them, because he hates them.

Mary enters the office, and walks over to Dick’s desk.

“Dick, can you do me a favour?” she asked.

“Sure, Mary. What is it?” he asked back.

“Could you and your family look after Greg for the weekend, there’s a meeting in Chicago which I can’t miss?” she asked.

Dick replied:

“Sure, honey, is it just from tomorrow to Monday?”

“I think so, thanks so much Dick!” Mary said.

That night, the Solomon’s were eating a pizza, while watching a really boring television program.

“Dick,” voiced Tommy.

“What?” answered Dick.

“Why the hell are we watching this?” Tommy replied.

“You know why,” said Dick, “ It’s because Jerry Springer has just finished and we can’t deiced who should change the channel!”

Sally said calmly:

“I think Harry should turn it over.”

“Why me?” asked Harry.

“Because your practically touching the remote control,” she answered.

“Why don’t you make you make me!” said Harry, in a fighting voice, standing up.

“Okay!” shouted she shouted. She pulled Harry, behind the chairs and jumped on top of him. They started to fight.

Tommy rolled his eyes. It was there 5th fight that day. He was fed up, so he changed the channel himself.

“There,” he shouted over the noise of Sally and Harry’s fight.

Sally and Harry looked over the back of the chairs, and scrabbled back into their chairs.

Dick starts to make his way to the bathroom, then remembers something, and comes back into the living room.

“Oh, just so you lot know,” he said, addressing his family, “Greg’s staying with us over the weekend.”

His family reacted badly.

“What do you mean Greg’s staying with us for the weekend?” yelled Sally.

“Mary’s going to Chicago for the weekend and has asked me to look after my son,” Dick replied.

“Dick, he’s a brat,” shouted Tommy.

“No, he’s my son and you just have to deal with it that’s a order!”

His family threw pillows from the chairs to their High Commander.

Dick ignored, and walked on to the bathroom.