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passed right over our heads.
It was unreal.
- Dick, if my father finds out
we went to the point,
he'll go ape.
- Don't sweat it, queenie,
my lips are zipped.
So what do you think it was,
Dickie?
- Well, we couldn't tell.
It was-it was huge
and all covered with flames.
- Hey, Vern's in there.
Maybe the egg sucker
knows something.
Let's go see.
- Yeah.
- Thank you very much.
- You're welcome.
- I'm gonna call in, Vern.
- Hey, Vern, did you hear about
that big crash up on the butte?
- It's Officer Watson to you,
cockroach.
- You're the police.
You're supposed to protect us.
What if it's
a secret commie rocket?
- Shouldn't you punks
be in school?
- Vern, I just called in.
Something crashed
into the butte last night,
and the chief wants us
to check it out.
- Anybody hurt?
- That's what we're supposed
to find out.
- Come on, let's go.
- Whatever you say, Chief.
You rodents stay out of trouble.
- Man, what a jerk that guy is.
- Cool it, Dickie.
It's his job to suck eggs.
So, cats, what are we
gonna do about it?
- Do about what?
- The crash, the crash.
We got to get up there.
- Sorry, Code, can't.
Freddy's Ford just got
one of them new Edsels in.
- Richard, this is
the biggest thing ever
to hit this nowhere zilch town,
and you can't?
- But it-it's only gonna be
there from 10:
00-- Dickie,
Edsels will be around forever.
This won't.
Come on, man, just up there
and back, real quick.
I mean, what could
possibly happen?
- Well, if you want to go
that bad to look that pitiful,
then okay.
- Penny, you are the queen.
- See anything?
- Nothing but rocks.
- Anything?
- More rocks close up.
- A plane crash
might still be burning, right?
- Yeah, probably.
- So would one of them rockets.
- You got me.
- Maybe it is a rocket, Vern,
from that test range
over in Nevada.
They're putting atomic bombs
on top of rockets now.
Wouldn't want to get near
one of those things.
All that radiation.
No, sir.
- Radiation?
- Yeah, I read about it.
It's a nasty way to go.
First you get real sick,
start puking up your guts,
and then blood.
Then you get hives
all over your body.
It's gross.
Little boils.
- That's enough, Barnes.
- Well, that's not all, Vern.
You know, your hair starts
to fall out.
You start bleeding
out of your nose and mouth.
Your skin gets all cracked and-
- Barnes.
- Then you die, Vern.
- Man, oh, man.
- Uh-oh.
- Back up behind those trees.
- Okay.
Cody, they're gonna see us.
- No, they won't.
- Let's just go home.
- Penny.
- You chickens go
if you want to.
- I'm going up there.
- Come on, Dickie.
This could be very, very cool.
- Uh, we'll just
wait for you here.
All right, Clyde.
- Dick, I'm scared.
- What's wrong, Penny?
- I don't know what it is.
- Come here, baby.
Penny, there's really nothing
to be scared of.
Look, we're all alone.
- No, we're not.
- Whoa, hold it right there,
Officer Barnes.
- Vern?
- You see that glow?
That's a meteor for sure.
Got that?
That's how meteors glow.
There's no crash;
there's no bodies.
Case closed.
Let's get the heck out of here.
- Uh, Vern, don't you
want to check it out?
- No, I do not.
Let's go.
That's an order.
- Dick.
I saw something in the trees
over there.
- What?
I don't see anything.
- Dick, let's just go.
- Penny, Cody's still out there.
- Dick, let's go.
Now.
- Penny, you're just imagining-
- What is it?
- I don't know, Penny.
I don't know.
- Oh, no.
Not again.
Penny, quick,
roll up your window
and lock your door.
Dick, it's on the roof!
- Oh, God!
- It's so horrible.
- Okay, I think it's gone.
- Yeah?
- Let's just get out of here.
Penny! Penny!
- What are you doing here,
cockroach?
- It's a free country,
Officer Watson.
- You little nosebleed.
- Officer! Cody!
- Yeah, kids?
- A monster.
We were attacked by a monster.
- A monster?
- Yeah, we were in my car
up in the trees.
And it had a big eyeball,
and it tried to kill us with a-
- A thing, like,
a big tentacle thing.
- Yeah, it was real, I swear.
- A monster, Dickie?
- Officer Watson,
you have to believe us.
- You know what I believe?
I believe your punk pranks
have gone too far this time.
- What?
- Last summer,
it was the killer with the hook.
The year before that-
- Officer, please.
Please.
- It's time
you learned your lesson.
Get in the car.
- Officer.
- Get in the car.
- Hey, watch it.
- You too, young lady.
- Not so fast, Watson.
I know my rights.
Oh, I'm-I'll get in.
I'm in. I'm in.
- I'll haul these punks in;
you drive their car.
- Okay, Vern.
- Thanks a lot, Code.
Just there and back, right?
- Really hate that guy.
- Ted, is that you?
- No.
- Not a note, nothing?
Look at you.
- You are Lana.
- And you are a mess.
- You are Ted's mate.
- Of course I am.
- Ted loves Lana.
- And Lana loves Ted.
- Hormonal polarity.
Yes, I have heard of
this phenomenon.
Odd sensation.
Call it what you will, dear.
Last night was wonderful.
Now, go clean up, get dressed,
and come to breakfast.
- You are Lana.
You must assist me.
- Really, Ted,
you can dress yourself.
Men.
And if you must go off
chasing your meteors
in the middle of the night,
next time you tell me.
I was worried half to death.
Ted, what is this?
Pocket-sized binoculars?
- No.
- Oh, Ted,
I know how to be careful.
Oh, you scientists.
Go sit down.
Breakfast is ready.
Ted I'm going to tell you
something Mother said.
She said,
"It can happen in a marriage.
"One morning you just wake up,
and there's a stranger sitting
across from you."
I told her
it was utter nonsense.
Now I'm not so sure.
Oh, Ted, are you all right?
- What is this?
- Oh, no.
Oh, dear.
Ted, you stay right there.
I'm gonna call Dr. Miller.
Darn it, the line is still out.
Ted, you must go lie down.
- What is this called?
- Salt.
It's called salt.
- Salt.
This will harm the Ghota.
You are Lana.
You must assist me.
- Oh, Ted, stop it.
You're scaring me.
- Ted wants you safe.
- How was breakfast, Chief?
- Oh, same old slop.
Anything up?
- Old man Wilson called again,
screaming about his space man.
- Was he drunk?
- Of course.
And the typewriter
needs a new ribbon.
- Paperwork, Stiles,
get used to it.
Better you than me.
In two days, I'm retired.
Case closed,
as Officer Watson likes to say.
- Ha.
Vern brought in some kids.
- Uh-huh.
Making a false report
to the police,
that's a very serious charge,
Mr. Perkins.
- We were attacked,
Chief Dawson.
We got attacked by a monster.
- Mm-hmm.
That's what it says right here,
all right,
"attacked by a monster."
- It looked like a big eyeball
with a long tentacle thing.
- Right.
- It tried to kill us.
You have to believe me.
I've never been so scared.
- I'm going to notify
your parents.
- No, please don't.
- Just give us a break,
will you?
- If I ever see any of you
in my office again,
you'll all need lawyers.
You dig me, Mr. O'Hara?
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