Alien Trespass Page #4

I can handle it, I think.

- Bubba?

Are you getting sick, Bubba?

What's this mess you left here?

Bubba?

- Boom! Zap!

- Tommy, cut that out.

- Zap! You're dead, you creep.

- Oh, Mrs. Lewis.

- Hi, is Dr. Miller in?

- No, he's-

- Laura we've got to go.

We'll be late.

- How many times

have I told you?

We're not going to the movie.

- Well, when will he be back?

- It's not fair.

- Well, that's the price

of being a creep.

He's seen enough

of that science fiction junk.

It gives him nightmares.

- Laura, really, it's important.

When will Dr. Miller be back?

- Oh, it won't be until late.

He's gone off to Barstow.

- Barstow?

Will you tell him-

- Laura, you really bite.

- What?

Kid, you're hamburger.

- A monster is a pretty hard

thing to swallow, Dickie.

- You know, fine, Cody,

don't believe me.

- When the heck

you gonna grow up, Code?

- The monster did it, Dickie.

Dig this, cats.

Suppose your monster is real.

- It is real.

- Okay, okay.

So it's real.

My old man just got one of them

new Polaroid cameras,

you know, like,

instant pictures.

We go up there,

snap off a few shots

of your monster,

sell 'em to the newspapers,

and get rich, rich, rich.

- It almost killed us.

- So this time

we'll be ready for it.

- With what,

a paranoid camera?

- It's a Polaroid, man,

Polaroid.

So what's it gonna be, Dickie?

This is our big chance.

Don't blow it, Clyde.

- I think it's the only way

we can prove what happened.

- I don't believe this.

- There's nothing here now.

Looks like your monster split.

- Good.

Let's go home.

- Hey, I bet the crash

and the monster are connected.

Yeah.

Come on, let's go up there.

- No, let's go home.

- You're nuts, Cody.

That's way too far to climb.

- Too far?

Please, Dickie.

- Cody, if Dawson ever finds out

about this-

- Don't sweat it, pal.

We'll be fine.

Wow.

- What is it,

a rocket?

- Yeah.

No.

Maybe.

I don't know.

But I do know

we're gonna be rich, Dickie.

Oh, yeah.

Come on, let's go.

- Cody, wait.

It could be radioactive.

- Oh, you think?

- You got your picture.

Let's just split

while we still can, okay?

- Yeah, right.

- Come on.

- You're being a brat.

- I said I don't want

to go home.

- Tommy, we're going home,

and that's it.

- No, I want to go

back to the town.

No.

Please.

You stink.

- Just keep it up, brat,

and you won't be able

to sit for a week.

- My dad is going to fire you.

- Oh, this time, Tommy,

you are cooked.

Now, go to your room.

- No.

- You are really cruisin'

for a bruisin', kiddo.

Laura!

- What is it now, Tommy?

- Laura!

- What are you doing

out of your room?

Do you want me to check

for monsters again?

- It's up there.

- You little creep.

You see all

those horrible movies,

and now you're

scared of monsters.

- The monster is up in the hall.

Laura, it's true.

- It's true.

I saw it on TV last week.

The guy even had pictures.

- I still say it's a secret jet

the air force have.

- Chief, jets don't fly

like that.

Jerking around

and then suddenly zipping away?

- I'll jerk some sense

into both of you.

What we saw out there

on the butte,

that was a meteor,

common garden-variety meteor.

Case closed.

- Mojave police, Chief Dawson.

- Uh-huh.

All right, we'll ask

around our neighborhood.

Call me if you learn anything.

Strange.

- Chief?

- That was Stiles.

He found Lloyd Olson's truck

abandoned.

No sign of him or Bubba.

Said the doors were both open,

and the key

was still in the ignition.

Only thing around

was a couple of big puddles.

That's odd.

It hasn't rained in months.

Mojave police, Chief Dawson.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.

Who is this?

Uh-huh, Laura McBride.

What can I do for you,

Miss McBride?

A monster?

With a giant eyeball.

Look, we're kind of busy here,

Miss McBride.

All right.

Doc Miller's house.

All right,

we'll-we'll send someone out.

Yes, yes, yes, of course,

right away.

Laura McBride is having

an emergency,

a giant monster, she said.

- Laura is Susie McBride's

kid sister, isn't she?

- Mm-hmm.

- That's-

That's one classy chassis.

- Watson, you're going out

on a call, not a date.

Take Stu.

- I don't need a chaperone.

- For backup.

I don't like

what's going on today.

- Hello.

I'm Officer Vernon Watson.

What seems to be the problem?

- There's a monster

in the house.

- Really?

A big one?

- I don't know what it is.

I've never been so scared.

- Hey, aren't you

Susie McBride's kid sister?

- What?

There's something horrible

inside there.

Do something.

- How's Susie doing?

She still hanging out

with that insurance jerk?

There's a big old hairy monster!

Oh!

- Vern, you okay?

- Vernon?

Vernon?

Vernon, this better not

be a joke.

Vernon?

Vernon.

- Hey.

Hey, you!

Is that you, Dr. Lewis?

What are you doing?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

- Oh, he just walked in.

I'll tell him.

- Good news only, Stiles.

- Sorry, Chief.

Ted Lewis stole a car.

This is the license.

- Dr. Lewis

from the observatory?

- Very one.

- Lewis, huh?

See, you never know.

These eggheads, they seem

like they're one step away

from the rubber room anyway.

Bring him in.

- 10-4, Chief.

- Unit two, unit two.

- Go ahead, unit two.

- Chief, we have a PDX.

We have a PDX here.

- A PDX, Officer Barnes?

Get it right.

- A PDX.

Vern's down.

- He's down?

- Yeah, he was there,

and then there was nothing,

just-just a puddle.

- Puddle?

- Yeah, with his gun

and badge in it.

What should I do now, Chief?

Chief?

- Chief?

- Sorry about Vernon, Chief.

He was a first-rate officer.

- Yeah.

- Chief, what could have

done this?

Folks are saying

it must be acid,

a psycho killer with acid.

What else could it be?

- Mojave police.

Dawson here.

Are you sure?

All right, all right.

Call me if you

see anything else.

That was Ed Sanders.

He spotted Lewis

on his property,

said the boob drove

all over a stop sign.

Oh, Sanders thinks Lewis

has some kind of weapon.

- You think it fires acid?

- Really, Barnes.

Knew I should have never

taken this job.

- What?

- Town needed a temporary chief

for three weeks

until they found a real cop.

I thought being

a dogface in the war

was enough qualification for me.

"Don't worry," they said.

"Nothing ever happens here,"

they said.

And for five years, nothing did.

And then two days before my

replacement finally takes over,

and suddenly we have monsters

and killers

and men from Mars

and God knows what else!

Just two lousy, stinkin' days.

- Where you going, Chief?

- Guess it's time to play cop.

- I'll stay here.

- Mommy!

Mommy!

- Betsy, what is it now?

- Mommy, there's bears out here.

They're trying to eat me.

- Remember what happened to

the little boy who cried wolf?

- But it wasn't a wolf.

It was a bear.

- What'll it be, guys?

- Coke.

- Coke.

- I'll have an RC Cola.

- Very funny, Cody.

Okay, three Cokes.

Well, you're sure

full of yourself today, mister.

- You betcha.

We're gonna be rich, Tammy.

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