I was born in a place humans call central Africa, in a dense rain forest so beautiful, no crayons could ever do it justice.

They think we’re intelligent. So, Marco, keep quiet. We don’t want them to learn the truth.” Rachel

Humans. Violent but peace-loving. Passionate but cerebral. Humane but cruel. Impulsive but calculating. Generous but selfish. And yet, somehow I knew that they represented the best hope of the galaxy.

Oh, I'm sure we could talk them into letting us in for nothing," Marco said. "Just tell them we're Animorphs." "Tell them we're what?" Rachel asked. "Idiot teenagers with a death wish," Marco said. "Animorphs." I tried the word out. It sounded okay.

Battles that involve oatmeal are just never going to end up being historic, you know?" Jake went on. "Gettysburg? No major oatmeal involvement. The Battle of Midway? Neither side used oatmeal. Desert Storm? No oatmeal.

When I'm drawing a picture, I feel...quiet inside.

It's OAT-freaking-MEAL!