"Now, most of the work to be done will be my solo mission. Gathering rare elements, extracting unobtanium – not exactly stuff your race is ready for," Gazoo explained, his words laced with an air of superiority that didn't go unnoticed by the boys.
Fred gave a bemused snort. "Ready for, Gazoo? You seemed to think we were too dim to know what unobtanium even was."
Ignoring Fred's sarcastic comment, Gazoo continued, "The best help you can provide me is keeping my existence and that of my ship a secret. In return, I'll pop by from time to time, offer some assistance without causing too much havoc in your lives or your planet's development. How does that sound?"
Barney and Fred shared a glance, considering Gazoo's proposition. The thought of an alien living secretly in Fred's garage was absurd and yet... exciting. Finally, Barney nodded. "Sounds fair, Gazoo. We agree."
Fred echoed his friend's nod. "Yeah, we can do that."
"Good," Gazoo said, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. "Now, is there anything immediate that you'd like my assistance with? Remember, keep it reasonable."
Fred looked thoughtful for a moment, then turned to Barney. His friend seemed equally deep in thought, his brow furrowed. The two boys then turned back to Gazoo, ready to state their first request.
