8 year old boy genius Billy Blaze woke up early. Today was the first day of the summer holidays, which meant he had as much time as he wanted to work on his latest project, the Corn Flake powered super-rocket ship. The new ship would allow him to travel the galaxy 30% faster than before. Unfortunately, Billy's parents had other ideas.
"You're up, Billy!" exclaimed his mom. "Great! Get some breakfast, then pack your bags. We're going on a sightseeing holiday. Ever wanted to see the Grand Canyon?"
Billy had already seen the Canyon several times upon re-entry into the Earth's atmosphere. He had no intention of going on a boring trip to see something he had already seen. He had to think fast.
Several zaps with his Neural Stunner later found all of his family unconscious. "Sorry, guys," he said.
Billy proceded out to the shed to work on the super-rocket. Just as he was about to exit through the back door, he heard something on the TV.
"...Grand Canyon has been completely filled in. This astonishing event is almost unthinkable, but you'll just have to see the pictures to believe it yourself."
Billy looked at the TV. "Good thing I zapped everyone, then," he said. "But nothing on Earth could have filled the Grand Canyon in." He looked at the TV once more and saw something. There, in the standard galactic alphabet, was spelled: "Here there was one Booleaus Frivley. Respect in this work you must have."
"There's only one race in the galaxy that speaks like that," Keen said to himself, "the Gloovians."
The Gloovians are a race that pride themselves on the physical appearance of everything. Themselves, buildings, even burnt toast, have to look perfect. They had never bothered with any other race or planet. Until now.
"This needs looking in to," Keen said to himself as he raced for the Bean-with-Bacon megarocket. Destination: Therastus III.