The Bandalord, the nastiest alien in the universe, has parked his spaceship next to the moon in order toto steal presents from the children on Earth!Thore's presents, who is celebrating his seventh birthday with his friends, simply fly away before his eyes. .

. Strangely enough, Thore is suddenly the only one in the world who can remember birthdays at all.

And then the bandalord kidnaps Thore's best friend Luk!Together with Pustapala from the star Schnuffpuff Thore bravely confronts the creep to save his friend and the birthdays!1st Chapter - The Birthday Soak Jet MachineRumpalampaladum - the Bandalord hit the brakes so hard that countless objects inside his spaceship tumbled wildly. However, the Bandalord cared little about this - on the contrary, he loved the mess.

At that moment, he had just brought his spaceship into position next to the moon and was looking with interest at the blue planet emerging from the depths of space in front of him. "Gotcha!" the Bandalord fluted gleefully, fumbling the dirt from under his fingernails.

"According to my research, there are supposed to be a lot of innocent, unsuspecting children here for me to steal their gifts from. And maybe I'll finally find that one gift to make it perfect!"Laughing, he went into the hold of his spaceship, where he had stowed most of his previous stolen goods, gifts from other galaxies.

He kept only the most beautiful and fancy gifts, the rest he shot each time carelessly towards the stars or dumped them on forgotten planets. The Bandalord greedily let his gaze wander over his treasures in the hold.

In addition to colorful knight costumes and filigree spaceship models, there was also a selection of Klimbanschu dolls, small, hairy monsters that remotely resembled a cross between dinosaurs and domestic pigs, and a collection of Steinitis de Falkoris glasses that was probably unparalleled in the galaxy. The Bandalord had converted the most pompous of these rare glasses into genuine "space diver goggles.

With their two oversized telescopes, through which the Bandalord could zoom in on even the most distant galaxies, his eyes looked as big as fried eggs. In addition, the creep had ears with which he could compete with elephant children and warts as far as the eye could see.

His skin was covered with a kind of blue mold and together with a hairstyle that looked like a natural disaster AFTER a natural disaster, the Bandalord could have sprung from many a nightmare, had it not been for his size, which cancelled out the entire creepiness of his appearance. At least that's what the Bandalord thought.

He was just as big as a five-year-old earth child - like a very small, five-year-old earth child. Now, as everyone knows, a being is not determined by its exterior, but by its interior, its thinking and feeling.

And that's where the Bandalord more than made up for his size. .

. he was evil through and through.

So, evil that sometimes he was even afraid of himself. But not so on today's day.

Today the Bandalord was in an exceptionally good mood, because he would finally get new gifts again. Grinning, he reached into the nearest shelf and pulled out a bottle labeled "Karamba Juice.

" The shimmering golden liquid wafted viscously back and forth as the alien held the bottle against the bright ceiling lamp of the hold. "That'll do," the Bandalord said cheerfully, closing the door again behind him and walking up the steel spiral staircase that led to his command center.

Once at the top, he plopped down on a ripped seat and reached for his birthday soak machine. Slowly, he let the golden juice run into an opening of the machine and then lovingly stroked the gun barrel.

"Soon my little one," the Bandalord whispered to the machine as if it were alive, "soon we will take her. And then all the birthday presents will be mine!".