"That could be," Calvin considered, "Might explain the witches and the saints of old times too. Maybe they were heroes and sidekicks," he said, contemplating the idea.
"Nah, I think I still like the alien modification theory best. Aliens are just cooler. I mean, who doesn't want to be part alien?!" he exclaimed with a satisfied grin. Then he turned to Violet and raised up on his toes, hovering menacingly over her with his imaginary squirming alien tentacles (fingers) and buggy alien eyes. "I vant to probe your braaaiinn!" he drawled loudly in customary Dracula fashion, and then he swirled quickly toward Melody and grabbed her by the head, "Gotcha!" he hollered.




















