Cook-Off!

<p>It's been ten months since my species' invasion failed but you know the old saying <em>When first you don't succeed-</em></p><p>My Earth name is Deborah Jones but the Home World knows me as Dbrrrksh of the House of <em>Mpfld</em>. A new invasion is imminent but I have a more pressing problem: buds have erupted on my six alien tentacles meaning I'm a candidate for a life-and-death battle to see if I have the right stuff to defeat the Supreme High Matriarch one day. But a Home World mean girl has come to Earth. She's spent years preparing for the trials and is the odds-on favorite to snack on me.</p><p>My best friend Willy discovers he has a knack for cooking and his own contest to worry about: the <em>Sacramento</em> <em>Tween</em> <em>Cook-Off</em>. My grandmother Commander Psgbttk is writing a cookbook called <em>Recipes for Cooking Humans</em> and has perfected a human-flavored jellybean. Grandmother wants me to be Willy's sous chef for the grand finale. Does she think I'll prepare Steak Tartar for the Home World to feast upon?</p><p>The Cook-Off countdown is ticking.</p><p>So much for seventh grade. If I don't outsmart Grandmother everyone on Earth is toast.</p><p> </p>