Alien Trespass Page #5

We got a picture

of a genuine spaceship.

- A spaceship?

- Yeah, that crashed up

on the butte last night.

Got a picture of it right here.

Whoa, be careful with that.

It's worth a million bucks.

Not as good as a monster, but-

- A monster?

- A monster, Tammy.

We were attacked

by a monster this morning,

only no one will believe us.

- Wh-what did this monster

look like?

- Well, it was-it was

like a big, shimmering,

shiny balloon thing

with a big eyeball.

- Yeah, it was weird.

It was there one minute

and then gone

like it could just

become invisible.

- Oh, my God.

- Tammy, do you believe us?

- Cheese it.

It's the cops.

- Tammy, coffee.

- Chief Dawson, there's

something I have to tell you.

- Later, Tammy.

- Chief, please.

- Not now, Tammy.

- Tammy, more coffee.

- Hey, Dawson, whatever happened

to Vern Watson?

I heard he got melted by acid.

- Yeah, and I hear

Lloyd and Bubba are missing.

And what's this talk

about a monster?

- A monster, Fred?

Get real.

It's a schizophrenic,

manic-depressive psychotic.

I read all about these sickos.

I didn't know you could read.

Look, people.

Listen to me,

there are no psycho killers,

no monsters.

All we got is a couple

of unsolved disappearances,

that's all.

- That's all?

Phew!

Well, that-that's a relief.

- Look, just-

just stick together.

Stay in your homes.

You see anything unusual,

you report it.

And trust me,

there's no cause for alarm.

- Well, it sounds like there's

plenty cause for alarm, Dawson.

- People, please.

- Darlene, number five,

number two, hot and sweaty.

Great speech, Dawson.

I feel so much better now.

- Give 'em to Tammy, Simone.

My shift's over.

- Tammy, get your buns

over here.

- Chief, please listen to me.

I know this will sound crazy,

but you have to listen to me.

- Well, crazy's the word

for the day.

All right, go ahead, Tammy.

- Chief, the killer is some kind

of alien creature.

It's called a Ghota.

It came from the spaceship,

you know, that crash

on the butte.

Chief Dawson, please,

this is

a very dangerous creature.

It can think.

It can hunt.

It's a born killer.

- Mm-hmm.

- All it leaves behind

is a puddle...

the victim's water.

- How'd you know about that?

- I've seen it.

- You've seen this thing?

- Well, no, no, not exactly.

Dr. Lewis told me about it.

- Well, Lewis has gone bananas.

- Actually, Dr. Lewis

is a marshal,

a federal marshal

from another...

planet.

- Another planet.

Ah, dang!

- Chief.

Chief?

- You're nuts.

Lewis is nuts!

This whole town,

you're all stark raving loco!

- I want to know

what's going on.

Oh!

- Sorry.

Sorry.

- Let's go, Henry.

We're safer outside

with the acid killer.

- Oh, no, Sam.

Where's the bag?

- It's busted.

There's a new one on order.

- Great.

- Hey, toots, would you

run up the street

and pick me up some lard,

please?

The cheap stuff.

I'll mind the store.

- Great.

Merlin.

Come here, boy.

Come here.

Where's Wilson?

Merlin, what's-what's wrong?

Merlin, it's all right.

- Cody.

Code, you hear about Vern?

- Yeah, I heard.

- Jeez, Code,

your archenemy's missing.

We figured you'd be kicking

your heels up with joy.

- He sucked his last egg, right?

- Yeah, I guess.

- Hey, why don't we go

to the flicks?

Yeah, it's just what you need.

- No, you cats go ahead.

- Ah, come on, Code,

my treat.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Okay, why not?

- Come on.

- Mommy!

Mommy!

- What is it now, Betsy?

- There's a monster

with one big eye.

- I told you before

to stop making up stories.

Now, see what you've done?

You've gone

and scared yourself silly.

- There's a monster.

- There are no monsters.

You get inside now.

- Mommy.

- What's with you, Tammy?

You've been like that all day.

Just-just keep your mind

on your work.

- Sorry, Sam.

- Come on.

This killer thing's

getting to you, huh, toots?

Well, I think we can forget

about any dinner crowd

in here tonight.

All right, I'm going.

Sweep up the sidewalk

and straighten up in here

before you leave, will you?

- Stop right there, Dr. Lewis.

- You are Stiles.

You are a constable.

You must assist me.

- Yeah, sure, that's exactly

why I'm here, Dr. Lewis.

Is that a weapon, sir?

- Yes.

- All right, Dr. Lewis, just-

just hand me the gun, sir.

- Why?

- Because I'm asking you to.

I don't want any-

I don't want any trouble here.

Just hand it over nice and slow.

- No.

- Now, look here, Dr. Lewis.

- Officer Stiles.

Dr. Lewis.

What's going on?

- Get back inside, Tammy.

- Tammy, the Ghota is near.

I must find it

before it divides.

- Ghota?

- The monster.

We'll be overrun.

We'll all be killed.

- Monster?

What are you talking about?

- Tell him.

- Your planet will

soon be infected with Ghotas.

They will consume

all organic matter

until your world

is devoid of life.

Before it divides,

its hunger is massive.

It will seek the greatest

concentration of prey.

You are all in extreme peril.

- This is crazy.

This is crazy, Dr. Lewis.

Give me the weapon right now.

- No, Stiles, please,

you have to believe him.

- Now, look here, Dr. Lewis.

I've been on this force

for 15 years,

and I've never used

this gun yet.

Don't let this be

the first time.

Hand me the weapon.

- No.

- Dr. Lewis, please.

- I must find the Ghota.

- Dr. Lewis.

Dr. Lewis, are you hurt bad?

- I am not Dr. Lewis.

I am Urp.

I am merely indwelling

in Dr. Lewis' body.

But this body is damaged.

I must return to my ship

to repair it.

- I'll take you.

- No, I must go alone.

Be careful, Tammy.

Urp wants you safe.

There's that polarity again.

Fascinating.

- That's called

obstruction of justice, Tammy.

You're in a tub

of trouble, girl.

Wait for me inside the diner.

Unit three.

Chief.

Chief, are you there?

Ted Lewis has gone insane.

He's-he's armed and dangerous.

He escaped.

What the-

What-what's going on?

- Some blast of a day,

huh, baby?

Monster attack,

people getting slimed,

spaceship.

- Dick, please.

- Sorry.

The Blob.

Jeez, that's all we need

right now,

to see a monster movie.

- Come on.

Come on.

- Hello?

Anybody there?

Salt.

Yes.

Salt.

- Mojave police.

Dawson here.

- Chief, it's Lana Lewis.

Please, you have to help me.

It's Ted.

There's something terribly wrong

with him.

- Yes, I know, Mrs. Lewis.

He's-he's stolen a vehicle

and eluded arrest.

I got my men

out looking for him.

- Listen, I think-I think he

has a head injury or something.

Please, tell your officers

not to hurt him.

- Yes, ma'am,

we'll try not to.

- You'll try?

I'm coming down there

right away.

- Mrs. Lewis, I don't think

that's a very good-

Hello?

News just keeps getting better.

Lana Lewis is on her way here.

- Have you found Lewis yet?

- Stiles hasn't, but I expect

he'll call in soon.

I guess I better

look for Lewis myself.

Mrs. Lewis thinks he got hit

on the head.

I say he just flipped out.

Well, be nice to her, Barnes.

She's a little rattled.

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