The Gleebs were a family of aliens who'd crash-landed to earth from outer space from the far off planet of Splatt, and who now have to make a new life for themselves here on earth.
As they climbed out of their spacecraft pod wreckage, on the side of the hill. They gathered their boo-boo toys and went on their way down into the forest below. The family were most oddly looking, and only three feet high, with their bright orange skins that had black blotches here and there. Their funny shaped ears that looked more like radio antennas, not to mention the tuft of bright green hair ontop of their alien heads.
Through the trees they heard strange noises, and it was sort of dark down there in the woods.
Daddy Gleeb decided to test out his latest Air Board (it was a kind of skateboard that hovers in mid-air). Baby Boy Gleeb, did some doodle drawing with his Master Sonic pencils. While Mummy Gleeb and Baby Girl Gleeb decided they would make some lunch, which consisted of oval blue leaves, bright orange bread and some yucky looking sticky mud-like syrup.
They didn't eat like we do either,they put their heads onto one side and slurped it all up through their Ears!
It was now time for a sleep, out came what looked like a bath tub, only it was jelly like, it was red and rubbery like jelly. Mummy and Daddy Gleeb sat at each end, Baby Boy Gleeb and Baby Girl Gleeb, sat in the middle.
At the edge of the woods was a small cottage where a little boy called Billy Prescott lived. He lived with his father. Billy was always making things out of other people's junk.
Like the time he'd made a fridge into a mobile bath tub, using some old pram wheels and old pipe work, he tied them together with string, he found some half full tins of paint in his dad's shed and painted it bright racing orange with blue stripes, and then No.1 on the front of it.
Another one of his great inventions was..........to be continued.
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