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a car wreck...

- I think they can use my help.

- Marcia?

Are there any jobs down

at the phone company?

What, you need a job?

Ah, you want

Clifford home.

Well, I was just thinking.

We'll see what we can do.

Yeah, we will.

- Hello! Hello, Annie.

- Hello.

Welcome home, dear.

Come in.

Did you have

a wonderful trip?

Dear, say hello to Annie. They've

just been to the Grand Canyon.

Say, did you know they just

discovered an alien graveyard there?

- Who did?

- Government.

Secret.

Wait till you taste

what I'm cooking today.

Where's Johnny?

He'll love them.

Tell me about

your trip, dear.

Oh, yeah. Well, we froze

to death in Arizona,

saw these Indian caves

in Mesa Verde,

and met this weird lunatic

near Grover's Bend.

He jumped right out

from the ground.

So you had a good time?

Grover's Bend?

I'm making Mr. Menges'

favorite dish today.

Ham and beans.

Will you and Johnny

stay for dinner?

No. It's our last night

together with Dad.

He leaves on the 8:15

to Chicago.

We better save

the tarts till later.

I don't want your father to say

I spoiled your dinner...

again.

Hello, girls.

How you doing, eh?

Are you a little hungry?

How about I give you to

the old farts upstairs tonight?

Iris Arms apartment complex,

Frank Longo

at your service.

Longo, what's

the good news?

Yo, right here.

Right here, Mr. Briggs.

I hope you did

what I'm paying you for.

Yes. Yes, I did.

Yes, I did.

Mario is history

as of right now.

You promised me

all of them.

- I lose my investors...

- Hey.

The way I look at this,

is that you are making

all the "el giganto" profits

off the sale of this shithole,

not little old moi.

- You listen to me, Frank.

- Well...

maybe it's time that you get

down here and get involved.

I hired you so I wouldn't

have to get involved.

I'm not lifting another finger

until you pay me for Mario!

You got that?!

You can take that to the bank!

Balls!

Hello?

Hello?

Where are you?

What are you doing out

without Uncle Frankie's

permission, huh?

Go back upstairs

where you belong!

Work with me!

What this dump needs

is a good four alarm fire.

- Dad, dinner's getting cold.

- Coming.

I want you to listen

to the Menges.

Sometimes I think

you don't listen.

I'll be back

Friday night.

- Oh, toothpaste.

- Got it.

You really should pack

some vitamins, too.

And I want you to help her

make beds in the mornings.

She's not a young woman,

you know.

- I'm done.

- Can't you wait for Dad?

Mr. M promised me

pirate stories.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- You be a good boy.

- Okay.

- See ya.

- See ya.

- Dad.

- Hmm?

What's going to happen

to the Menges?

I mean, where will

they go?

We're going to have

to move too, you know.

They'll get us out.

Dad, you're going to have

to deal with this.

You got to think about it,

make some decisions.

Annie...

I'm going

to eat my dinner,

and then I'm going to watch

some moronic situation comedy,

and then I'm going to sleep

the sleep of the dead.

Can we worry

about this tomorrow?

I love my work.

Ow, ow, ow!

Hot! Hot!

Damn teenagers!

Wh...?

Oh! Oh, oh...

Hairballs.

Did you hear something?

No.

Tell Johnny bedtime,

one hour.

That goes for you, too.

Oh, and give this check

to Mrs. Menges.

It's for taking care

of you guys.

Tell her I'll cover

the rest of it when I get back.

Dad, remember how much fun

we used to have?

Yeah.

What was I like then?

Shorter.

Dad...

maybe I could

go get Johnny

and we could play a game

or something.

Honey, give me your

battery-powered TV, would you?

Oh God.

- Who's there?

- It's just me.

Laundry night.

I'm a little spooked

tonight, too.

Did you hear

screaming before?

It was probably

just Frank.

- What is eating him?

- I don't know.

Frank's just naturally

repulsive.

Say hello to Mrs.

and Mr. Menges for me.

Right.

Aaah!

Frank?

I know you're there.

I can hear you breathing.

Talk to me, Frank.

Frank?

Frank? Hello?

All right, Longo, very funny.

Enough is enough.

Frank?

We are not amused.

Try to guess just how close

your termination is.

Okay, it's your funeral,

wiseass.

I'm coming over there and

taking care of things myself.

We got another errand to do

before we sleep, sport.

Business.

Can't you just

drop me off at home?

No way, sport.

Someday this pool

will be yours.

You're going to have

to learn how to swim in it.

Looks like they'll have to meet

their landlord after all.

See?

Grover's Bend, 1986.

Now, you can see the same kind

of occurrence two years later...

Even local law enforcement

claims they've seen

space aliens.

One of them supposedly killed

a sheriff in the '88 encounter.

A sheriff?

Yes.

A sheriff wearing...

an Easter Bunny suit.

And I'll bet the aliens

were all wearing tuxedos.

Of course, he must have been reading

the same newspapers as you.

That's where he got the story

in the first place.

Who? What guy?

That crazy guy

we ran into on vacation.

He actually believes

this stuff.

Oh... I didn't mean...

It's okay.

Look, I'm sorry.

I guess I'm still upset over

a fight I just had with my dad.

I'm going to go back downstairs

and check on him.

I'll be back

for Johnny in awhile.

John, you still like

my stories, don't you?

- It's him!

- Huh? Who?

If it glows green, that's the time

to watch out for yourself.

Her first frame

is a strike.

Michelle led in the earlier

rounds in this tournament,

and was the hot item around Southern

California when it came to sports.

She really was.

Yesterday,

in the second round...

of match play, Steve,

she bowled incredibly.

She had a 300...

Hello?

Frank?

Frank, is that you...

or some other rat?

Well... huh.

Terrific.

You pervert.

We got varmints.

Frank,

what in the wild world

of Geraldo

is going on down here?

Oh my God.

Oh, no!

What is it?!

Aaah!

There's more of them!

Get away.

Get away.

Oh, no, no!

No, please!

What are these things?!

Annie! Annie, help me!

Get it off, get it off!

Get me out of this.

Oh, Annie, hurry!

Hurry, they're going

to come again!

- Rosalie, give me some slack!

- Okay. Ow!

It hurts.

It hurts.

Frank.

Oh, Annie, let's

get out of here!

Annie!

Annie!

Come on!

Help me here. Okay.

Feast your eyes on the future

site of Briggs' Mini Mall.

Nice concept, huh?

Naming it after

yours truly.

But Mom said

the court ordered you

to pay them money to move,

to relocate.

Not if they move

on their own accord, sport.

"Sport."

There are much simpler ways

to sweep and clear.

You'll see.

You'll learn.

Come on.

I'll teach you.

Oh God, please make

this a dream.

Rosalie, come on!

Come on.

Dad!

- Dad!

- What?!

Dad!

Dad!

- Oh, Dad, it was awful.

- There are things. They're huge!

They're gigantic.

They're like rats! Rats!

No, Tasmanian devils.

- Slow down!

- Dozens of 'em.

And they attacked me.

They had these white fang teeth.

And they bit me!

They bit me on my leg!

Oh my God,

I'm bleeding.

Sit over here,

Rosie.

Dad, they're little

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