Our hero, let’s call him Stanley, because that’s the kind of name you’d expect for a man who decides to build a rocket in his backyard. Stanley, a man of average height, average weight, and an above-average obsession with the moon, had spent the better part of his life constructing this rocket. His neighbors thought he was mad, his wife thought he was eccentric, and his dog, well, his dog just thought he was the guy who forgot to feed him on time.

One fine day, Stanley’s rocket was ready. He climbed in, waved a casual goodbye to his wife, and blasted off into the unknown. The journey was uneventful, save for a minor hiccup when he almost collided with a satellite. But Stanley, being Stanley, just shrugged it off and continued on his merry way.

Upon landing on the moon, Stanley was ecstatic. He hopped out of his rocket, did a little moonwalk (because who wouldn’t?), and then set about collecting moon rocks. He had a theory, you see, that moon rocks were the key to unlimited energy. Stanley wasn’t a scientist, but he did watch a lot of science fiction movies, which is practically the same thing.

As he was collecting rocks, he stumbled upon a peculiar one. It was perfectly round, smooth, and had a strange glow. Stanley, being the curious man he was, decided to take it back to his rocket for further examination.

Back in his rocket, Stanley examined the rock. It was unlike any other he had seen. It was heavier, denser, and had a strange energy about it. As he was examining it, the rock began to glow brighter and brighter until it was almost blinding. Stanley, being the brave man he was, decided to poke it with a stick.

The rock split open, revealing a tiny, glowing creature. It looked at Stanley with its large, round eyes and said, “Finally, you have freed me.”

Stanley, being the polite man he was, said, “You’re welcome. Can I help you with anything else?”

The creature looked at Stanley and said, “Yes, you can. You can help me take over the world.”

Stanley, being the sensible man he was, said, “I think I’ll pass.”

The creature didn’t take this well. It grew in size, its glow becoming more intense. “You don’t have a choice,” it said, its voice echoing in the small rocket.

Stanley, being the resourceful man he was, grabbed a moon rock and threw it at the creature. The rock went through the creature, causing it to shriek and shrink back to its original size.

Stanley, being the quick-thinking man he was, realized that the moon rocks were not the key to unlimited energy, but the key to defeating this evil creature. He grabbed more rocks and began throwing them at the creature, each hit causing it to shriek and shrink.

As Stanley battled the creature, he couldn’t help but think about how his neighbors would react when he told them about this. They’d probably think he was mad. His wife would probably think he was eccentric. And his dog, well, his dog would probably just think he was the guy who forgot to feed him on time.

But Stanley didn’t care. He was on the moon, fighting an evil creature with moon rocks. And if that’s not a story worth telling, then I don’t know what is.