“What’s the plan, Captain?”

 

 

“I haven’t worked out the details yet,” Mops admitted.

 

“Here’s the rough version. First, we get the Pufferfish fixed up. Then we go save the galaxy.”

“I concur!” Cate stood and stretched his wings. “I’m sorry. I only heard the last part of the conversation. Who are we attacking?”

“What else did you do?” Wolf’s head sank another centimeter. “I might have doodled a few pictures on his carapace . . .”

"Rule one: everyone cleans their own puke."

You will be provided no weapons for protection against Earth’s many dangers, such as the ferocious tiger, the venomous platypus, or the infant-devouring dingo.