My Favorite Martian Page #6

Oh, thanks.

-Ow! Geez, that hurt!

-No!

Lady, please!

Put a sock in it! Quiet!

The baby's sleeping!

Martin, I told you.

We gotta get to the...

TV station before Brace does.

- Open the bag!

-Okay, okay.

- I can't breathe!

-I'm sorry.

-Where is that confounded Zoot?

-Zoot? Uh-

Zoot! Zoot! I think he's

in the middle of a spin cycle.

Leave him! Quick, Tim!

Get my arm out of the other bag!

-All right. Okay, okay, okay.

-Okay.

-Okay.

-Yes! Excellent! Toward the ship!

-Huh? What?

-Higher! Higher! Okay, here!

Here we go! Yes!

- Easy. Oh, no!

-Oh, no! Don't send me

to the shrink!

-Ohh!

-What was that?

-Uh-oh.

Sweetie-pie,

this is the most amazing footage

I've ever seen.

Felix!

O'Hara's tapes are going on the 6:00.

-Van Gundy, call the network.

-Yeah?

Brace is going out live

with the story of the century!

I'm feeling a little carsick!

-Oh!

-Sorry.

I can't take it any more.

I can't take it any more!

-We're running out of time.

Try and pull yourself together.

-Why? We're all doomed anyway.

Without my blasted electron accelerator,

the I.S.S. will blow!

I feel like a hacksaw murderer.

What the heck is

an electron accelerator anyway?

It's a simple low-amperage power source

that activates the main thrusters.

-Oh. Kind of like an alternator?

-What's an alternator?

-It, uh, turns over the engine in a car.

- A car?

That's it! That should work!

We're saved!

-Not quite.

-Yes, we are.

-Whoo-hoo! Ha, ha, ha.

-Listen, I've been-

I've been videotaping you.

I've got everything. I got the ship.

I got Zoot.

I even got you in your Martian form.

I was putting together a story,

and I was gonna get it on the air,

-but I couldn't do it.

-Why not?

Because I like you, Martin.

I like you. I-

And I'm sorry.

I-I just- I'm sorry.

I I- I apologize.

I shouldn't have lied to you.

-You're a good human, Tim O'Hara.

-Oh, oh, yeah. I'm a terrific-

Martin!

You're back!

And I like you too.

-Oh-ho!

-I've never had feelings before!

-Oh.

Now, let's go fix my ship.

Yeah, okay- No!

No, we got a problem- the tapes.

-Brace goes on with the

Martian story in five minutes.

-Oh, blotz.

Yeah, and I got to get these tapes and

get to Brace before she gets on the air.

But there's not enough time.

You can't be in two places at once.

Yeah. Wait a minute!

Come on!

Is there an alien amongst us?

Is there an alien amongst us?

-Is there an alien among-

Billy, now what?

I want to be Brace Channing.

Yeah, well, get in line.

I'm sorry.

I really don't have time

to do any auto-

-Quaint, aren't they?

These days, most of our young

are born cable-ready.

You're the-

Daddy!

Heads up. Four minutes to air.

First positions, everyone.

Tim! What are you doing here?

You look, uh, tired.

Oh, yeah. I was up all night with Brace

working on the alien story.

I made a couple of mistakes

in tape number two,

but that's the corrected version.

Now if I could just get through this

without having to look in a mirror.

-Hmm.

-Coming up on three minutes to air.

Tim!

-Martin, is that you?

-Does a wild bear blotz in the woods?

Good, good. Okay. Just-

Just read the copy as written. Go.

-Hi, Brace.

-Congratulations, Brace.

-Yes, I'm Brace Channing.

Let's hear it for Brace!

-Dr Coleye, you're going

to become a very famous man.

-Thirty I.D. and open.

- KGSC.

-Ready camera one live.

-The news for southern California...

with anchor Howard Greenly and

on special assignment, Brace Channing.

-What the hell is she wearing?

-You know Brace.

-Yeah. Must be trendy.

- Fifteen seconds, people.

Sweetie-pie, get rid of the gum.

-Billy!

-Come on, Brace!

-Leave the gum, Billy!

-Get the gum, Billy!

- Brace, ten seconds.

-No.

Ready?

Camera two live in five-

-Give me the gum, Brace!

-No! No! No!

-Four-

-No!

-Leave it! Leave it!

-Three-

-Get the damn gum!

-Are there aliens amongst us?

This report is being broadcast live.

-The gum is out.

-Oh, good. Thanks to you, Felix.

And now, Howard Greenly...

-And cue Howard.

-and Brace Channing!

-Good evening. I'm Howard Greenly.

-What's up with her?

-I don't know.

...a story developing throughout the day

right here in southern California.

Our own Brace Channing has been

following the events as they take place.

-Brace?

-What is she doing?

-Howard-

-Camera two go.

-No!

Brace?

-Brace!

-Just read the copy!

Just get the nurplex.

What's going on here?

Is there an alien amongst us?

-Oh. It's all right.

-According to Dr Elliot Coleye,

chief biologist and head researcher

for the SETI group,

the answer is-

-Yes.

-She's an alien!

-She's not an alien. She's my daughter!

What you're

about to see is that evidence...

of the actual footage of the alien.

But I warn you-

it's appearance is unlike...

anything you are

likely to have seen before.

She's going under the table.

She's going under the table!

-And go.

-Feelin' hot, hot, hot

-What the hell is this?

-Somebody mislabelled the tapes!

-Come on. Got it!

-I don't know. Let's go back live.

-Tim!

What is O'Hara doing with my daughter?

-I-I-I don't know. I-

-Get me out of here!

-Get me the network!

-You're a dead man, O'Hara!

-Come on!

I think that went pretty well,

don't you?

- All right. Calm down.

Search everywhere!

Boy, her head was dark and empty.

-There they are! There they are!

Wait!

I think Miss Channing might have been

contaminated by the alien.

-Hmm?

-I'm just going to give her

a quick examination.

No!

I'll just be a moment.

Ah.

There we go.

Let's see.

Am I forgetting something?

Oh.

There it is.

-Mrs. Brown! Down here!

- Lady, please.

-Oh, this is darling.

-I'm gonna hurl!

This will make some child very happy...

if he's got a buck or two.

-Hey, Mrs. B. How are you?

-Hello, fellows.

Zoot!

Blotz!

My ship! Where's my ship?

-We only have two hours

before it explodes!

-I'll check upstairs.

Hurry!

Zoot!

Zoot?

Where are you?

Blotz! You're not Zoot.

Where could he be?

I'm not leaving this planet

without Zoot. Tim!

Not upstairs.

-What's a "rummaggie" sale?

-"Rummaggie" sale?

R- Rummaggie-

Rummage. Mrs. Brown.

-Looks like we got company.

-Blotz!

It's them!

After them!

-Hang on.

-Ooh.

-I repeat, Gilford and Third.

Give me that thing.

I want a roadblock!

-We're never gonna lose 'em!

-Can't you drive any faster,

you pinhead?

-Uh-oh, we're in trouble.

- Maximum thrust!

-What?

-Stand on it, Stan!

-We're gonna crash!

-I think not!

-Aah!

-Oh!

-Shoot it! Come on!

-They're shooting at us!

-Duck in that garage.

-What garage?

-There!

-Hang on!

Oh. Tim, why are we stopping?

-They're right there.

God!

-Get me that thing over there!

We're gonna flush 'em out!

-Yes, sir.

-I dropped it!

-What? Dropped what?

-My molecular compressor!

-Here.

Use this.

-This won't work!

-No, use it to find it.

That'll do very nicely.

Now, get it in there!

Uh! Uh!

Nuts!

Ahh! I found it!

We've got you now!

-Tim!

-I see it!

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