Alien: Coverup/Transcript

Beehive: I really wish supermarkets didn’t make us have to pay to refuel our shopping carts… Oh well, I hope Cat Bell’s right about this…
Beehive reluctantly drags her feet along the footpath as she tightly holds on to her backpack. She weaves her way past a pod of marine mammal protestors and enters the aquarium.
Protestors: HEY-HO! HEY-HO! CAPTURING OUR PEOPLE HAS TO GO! HEY-HO! HEY-HO! CAPTURING OUR PEOPLE HAS TO GO!
Pellie Cann:  Are you people serious?! Fish are completely different from sea mammals physically, behaviourally AND physiologically!
An obese dolphin pulls up on his mobility aquarium.
Commerson: Oh yeah?! Then why does your prize shark look just like me?!
Pellie Cann: HOW DARE- Um, Convergent evolution.
Commerson: I’ll converge your FACE!
The dolphin throws a bag of fish fingers, which the exasperated pelican catches in her mouth. Beehive quietly sighs as the sounds of pandemonium  fade away, and she walks up to the check-in station and places a wad of cash.
Beehive: 1 ticket to the open-top aquarium view, please.
The receptionist, a raccoon, stares sourly at the crinkled notes and back to Beehive.
Raccoon: We’re sorry, but you don’t have the required funds to enter. Objects need to pay extra to avoid frightening the fish.
Beehive: But the sign says I only have to pay 50c extra! And I did!
The Raccoon looks up at the sign and quickly flicks off the decimal point.
Raccoon: I’m truly sorry, ma’am, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.
A resignated Beehive reaches into her mouth as the receptionist stares in disgust, then pulls out her Queen Bee, sitting obediently on her finger.
Beehive: Sorry for the confusion, but my queen is the one visiting! I’m just acting as transport. Bees are animals, right?
The raccoon receptionist gives Beehive an extra-sour look, then forcefully stamps a ticket and flicks it to her.
Beehive: Thank you!
As she exits the waiting room, Beehive gives a sad smile to her queen and thanks her. The bee stares glassy-eyed at Beehive as she puts her back in, though Beehive gets the impression the insect was giving her a look of pity. Beehive casts the thought aside and walks to the outdoor top of the freshwater river tank, sits down at the amphitheatre and begins to unpack when she spots a small, green oval-shaped object writing furiously next to her, surrounded by a mountain of research papers and a laptop running off a large home-made battery.
Beehive: A-are you okay? Do you need help?
The stranger is startled and accidently snaps his pencil in 2 in between his foot. Pretending as if it never happened, he takes another pencil from an overfilled pencil case.
???: Um, no thanks! Thanks for the offer, though, I appre- Uh, I’m grate…Thanks.
Beehive: You seem a bit tense there. What are you working on?
???: It’s, um… A ssschool project! Yes! I have to create the perfect animal! One that could really conquer the world! Get what I mean?
Beehive reads over some of the notes, discovering extremely detailed sketches, precise hand-drawn charts and sprawling paragraphs of research carefully organised by animal classification.
Beehive: Oh my… This is really in-depth! You said this was for a school project?
???: Yeah! I’m… Really shooting for that A+! Hoping to conquer the school, and all that! Heh heh… Heh.
Beehive looks at the peculiar individual in amazement.
Beehive: Say, what’s your name?
???: Oh, me? I’m… Egg. Yeah, Egg.
Beehive: Really? Your username says “Xx_AlienEgg2333_xX.
Alien Egg: Ha, that… It’s a trending thing at the moment. I guess you can just call me Alien Egg.
Beehive: Oh, okay.
Beehive looks around the area.
Beehive: All this hard work… I bet it’s made you kind of hungry, hasn’t it?
Alien Egg: Aaah, don’t worry about me! I can work fine without food! Besides, I’m getting really close to figuring out the correct chromosome ratio!
A stomach that hasn’t been filled in 3 days loudly voices its disagreement.
Beehive: No, really, I insist! A mind like yours needs to be nourished!
Beehive reaches into her bag and grabs a honey sandwich
Beehive: Made them myself. I was going to eat them here, but I think you need them more than me.
Alien Egg: Oh, bee DNA? Eusociality could work really well… Thanks! This could help a lot!
Alien Egg holds the snack over his head and lets it dribble into his 4-flapped head, which has opened up like a flower going into bloom.
Beehive: So that’s your mouth?
Alien Egg longingly stares at the sandwich.
Alien Egg: No…
Beehive: Oh? Then what’s it for?
Alien Egg: Oh, you know, it’s for...
Alien Egg mumbles something incohesive as he takes a nibble of the sandwich. His eyes widen in shock, then he proceeds to utterly wolf down on the meal. An alarmed Beehive offers him another, which he seems to devour even faster.
Alien Egg:  Mmm… Oh my god, THANK YOU. I’ve forgotten how good food is!
Beehive: It’s my pleasure! Your dedication is wonderful, but it’s important to take care of yourself.
A whistle is suddenly blown as a seagull security guard confronts the Objects.
Officer Franklin: Oi, you two! No fishing in the aquarium!
Beehive glances at her backpack, which has various fishing utensils spilling out.
Beehive: Oh no…
Officer Franklin: Y’know, I don’t even know why I’m surprised at this point. We thought raising the price would persuade you Objects to behave, but here you are! Now, OUT!
Beehive submissively nods, then gathers her things and stands up.
Beehive: Let’s go, AE.
Beehive turns back to Alien Egg, who’s already returned to rapidly typing on his well-worn laptop.
Officer Franklin: You heard your fellow freak. Move it!
Alien Egg: Just-just a sec. I need to quickly adjust the voicebox to exactly 6570.5 hertz. Give me half an hour.
Officer Franklin: All right, that’s it, punk!
The guard whips out his taser and jabs Alien Egg with 2699 volts. Alien Egg is left twitching and spasming more violently then normal, and his head appears to be swelling.
Beehive: AE, NO!
Officer Franklin: Ah, great. Did I cause paralysis again. Agh, who thought it was a good idea to make “non-lethal” stun guns one volt below the lethal ones?
Alien Egg: Wait, N-NO!!! It’s…not…READY!!!
The top of Alien Egg’s head explodes as a monstrous chimera the size of a small car jumps out like a rock from a slimy green volcano. The creature in question is identical to the one sketched in Alien Egg’s notes, only it now sports a pair of massive wings and bee stinger. Beehive and the guard are understandably mortified.
Officer Franklin: Sweet mother of Godrilla…
Beehive immediately picks up Alien Egg, who now resembles a deflated beachball, and rushes for the exits. However, Beehive catches sight of the protestors and screeches to a halt.
Beehive: RUN, EVERYONE! THERE’S A MONSTER ON THE LOOSE!
Commerson: Oh, so an Object is trying to get us to disperse? Typical. We should’ve expected this from you group of apologist-
Alien Egg’s child suddenly crashes through the glass wall and lets out a horrible screech!
Protestors: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
A battered and bruised Beehive opens the door to the Gentle Warriors dorm, holding nothing but a torn backpack and a thousand-yard stare.
Yoylebook: Heya, Beehive.
Cat Bell: What took you so long? All we told you was to get some fish for dinner!
Beehive: We can’t go to the aquarium anymore.
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