Author: Alien Resort

About Alien Resort

David Davis writes Alien Resort comics that are published in various newspapers. The website Alien Resort is an ongoing blog story about the four extraterrestrials who help him make the comics. One of the extraterrestrials, Coy at Alien Resort, narrates the posts and assists in answering comments.

Something Isn’t Quite Right

Plucky and I met in her control room and did some research; we were unable to find any information for the computer game Alien Search. Yet somehow Justin has made his way to our island and appears to be quite comfortable among us. Of particular note is that he and Deadpan are hitting it off so well; looking at them you would think they were long time friends. Deadpan once used a time machine that didn’t have any shock absorbers; he says it was a throwback to another era.

The Couch is Over Here

Our landlord the king spoke to his contacts on the island of Saipan. Apparently the boy Justin hired a fishing boat in Saipan to carry him and his raft to near our shore. The king said he would arrange for one of his ships to pick Justin up but that it would be a few days. So it looks as if we’ll be tweensitting for a while. When I told Justin he would be staying on the couch in my spaceship, he looked at his phone, pumped his fist, and declared: “ka-ching ka-ching ka-ching”. I asked Lmao if he ever gave a pacifier to a baby, and Lmao replied: “yes, for crying out loud”.

We’re the Latest Fad

Deadpan and I brought the boy Justin and his raft to the lagoon beach near my ship and set up some chairs. Then I sent an email to the king and awaited his response. From Justin’s account, his arrival at our island credits him with a level in a computer game called Alien Search that he plays on his phone using satellite internet. The yard outside my ship is yet another level: when we arrived at my yard, he looked at his phone and declared, “ka-ching ka-ching”. I asked Deadpan if there was any way to fix my gyroscope; he said he would level with me.

The Boy in the Raft

The boy who washed ashore in a rubber raft says his name is Justin. Plucky helped him from the raft, led him to a cabana, and ran to get me. When Plucky and I arrived he was looking at his phone, talking with Deadpan and drinking from a juice box that Plucky had given him. He says he’s a computer gamer. I asked Lmao if he believes in the sea monster; he says he wrestles with it.

We’re Back Home Now

I awoke this morning to the sound of a frantic pounding at my door; it was Plucky. “Come down to the beach at once,” she urged. “A rubber raft came ashore last night.” She paused, looking for words. “And there was a human aboard. A boy.” I put on my shoes and we headed for the beach. I asked Lmao how his fishing trip went; he said he threw back a few.


I have lived on Alien Resort island for 350 years. Except to go fishing and swimming, I have never left the island, until now. As we celebrate Plucky’s good fortune here on the island of our landlord the king, my feelings are mixed. I feel great joy for her, happiness to see us all together at this lavish event, and for the first time in hundreds of years, homesick. Not homesick for my original planet of course, for that feeling ended long ago, but instead for that tiny spot on the Earth where I live with my friends. Deadpan says the footprints he discovered won’t make him famous; he’s going to use them as stepping stones.

Surprise: Look at Where We Are

The king skyped us and asked if we wanted to come to his island and escort Plucky home. Less than 24 hours later, here we are: Deadpan, Lmao, and I, away from Alien Resort island for the first time since we arrived on Earth many years ago. We all hugged Plucky, and tonight the king is going to host a banquet in her honor. Lmao was late to a cookout once; he says he got the cold shoulder.