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This was for a flash fiction writing contest based off of a song of my choice: Super Rad by the Aquabats Applesauce Applesauce Applesauce “We have arrived on Planet B. This mission is of the utmost importance to us and our families. The Octagon is counting on you to impress our fury upon them. If you are not prepared to die, don’t bother setting foot off this ship. Now, where are my bunny slippers?” Tiny, Baldy, and I peered around the corner as we crept between buildings, my bunny slippers squeaking. There they were, the aliens, with big orange eyes and green skin. We were the perfect team to take care of this matter. Baldy smirked as he lit bottle rockets and shot them off over the pond. Many of the aliens had stopped to watch as puffs of smoke exploded into the air with a loud bang. They were transfixed waiting for the next bang. The coast was clear. Everyone’s attention was on the bottle rockets. As we passed through the front door, I smeared peanut butter under the doorkno