Sonny the Alien: The Christmas Movie

Earth Log Entry #2: Seasonal Cinema Hierarchies

Sonny discovered Christmas movies accidentally.

He turned on the television seeking background noise.

Instead, he found Jingle All the Way.

Sonny sat down immediately.

A well-built human male was yelling. Another human male, a postman, was also yelling.

A child desired an object of great importance.

“This appears to be a quest,” Sonny said.

The humans on screen competed aggressively for a toy.

There were lies. There were disguises. There was mild lawlessness.

Sonny leaned forward.

“Yes,” he whispered. “This is excellent.”

The door opened.

Chad entered, carrying a bag of gifts and some leftovers, clearly exhausted from a family Christmas gathering.

He stopped when he saw the television. “Are you watching…Jingle All the Way?”

“Yes,” Sonny said. “It is a Christmas film.”

Chad scoffed. “That movie sucks.”

Sonny turned slowly. “Sucks…how?”

“It’s not a real Christmas movie,” Chad said, tossing his keys on the table. “It’s dumb. It’s loud. It’s just Arnold yelling.”

On screen, Arnold yelled again.

Sonny gestured toward the television. “He is demonstrating urgency.”

Chad rolled his eyes. “There are way better Christmas movies.”

“Name them,” Sonny said calmly.

“Home Alone. Elf. Die Hard.”

Sonny considered this. “Those are also loud,” Sonny said, “and involve criminal behavior.”

“That’s different,” Chad said. “Those are classics.”

Sonny frowned slightly. “In this film,” Sonny said, “a father endures humiliation, conflict, and physical danger to provide joy for his offspring.”

The Turbo Man doll appeared. Sonny nodded approvingly. “This aligns with Christmas values.”

Chad stared. “You’re taking this movie seriously?”

“Yes,” Sonny said. “It contains competition, sacrifice, deception, redemption, and a parade.”

On screen, chaos escalated. Sonny smiled.

“This is not merely a movie,” he said. “It is a documentary about human scarcity mindset.”

Chad sighed and collapsed onto the couch. “You’re impossible.”

Sonny did not look away from the screen. “I am enjoying this,” he said. “A great deal.”

Sonny took out his Earth Log device and started tapping away.

Chad glanced at the screen again. “Okay, but Sinbad is kind of funny.”

Sonny nodded and smirked slightly. “Progress,” he said.

Sonny the Alien: The Gym x2

Earth Log Entry #1: A Prohibition Against Doubling

Sonny had been on Earth exactly one week when he discovered something magical: The gym.

A place where humans voluntarily lifted heavy objects and grunted like territorial moose. Sonny felt right at home.

He went once in the morning. He enjoyed it. A lot. So naturally…he wanted to go again.

He slipped on a shirt, laced up his shoes, and was halfway out the door when Chad intercepted him like a panicked football cornerback. “Bro-bro-bro-BRO. You can’t go to the gym twice in one day.”

Sonny froze. “Why not?”

Chad blinked. Then blinked again. “Well…it’s weird, dude.”

Sonny looked genuinely concerned. “Weird… how?”

“You’ll be THAT Guy,” Chad said, waving his iced coffee around dramatically. “The overachiever guy. The too-much guy. The employees will notice. They’ll judge you.”

Sonny nodded slowly like Chad had just revealed deep Earth wisdom. “Earth custom prohibits…doubling?”

“It’s not a RULE,” Chad said. “It’s just…NOBODY does that.”

Sonny tilted his head, processing. “But…I enjoyed it. I simply wish to enjoy it twice.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem,” Chad said.

Sonny’s eyes widened. “There is a limit on joy?”

“No! No, not joy—just gyms. You can’t be a ‘two-a-day guy.’ People talk.”

Sonny stared at him with deep alien sincerity. “Chad…humans are fragile.” Then he walked out the door anyway.

Later, he returned glowing—literally a slightly brighter shade of #e88368—and talked aloud as he wrote an entry into his Earth Log device:

Chad muttered under his breath as he swiped on a dating app, “Of course you did.”