Spaced Invaders Page #5

Wait a minute. Cease fire.

Something's wrong.

Wrong?

What?

- It's been booby-trapped.

- And we're the boobies.

Ha, ha!

Another big one!

[ Giggywig ] What is this stuff?

[ Dr. Zipiock ] It's the most

insidious weapon I've ever seen!

[ Pez Munching ] Hey,

it doesn't taste bad.

[ Giggywig ] How do we get out of here?

[ Pez ] Follow me!

[ Munching ]

Boy, you guys are in big troubie now.

We gotta get out of here fast.

Hey! It's a map of Big Bean.

That's my house.

This is where we are now.

Show me where your ship ianded.

That's oid man Wrenchmuller's.

I know where that is.

Come on.

There's one. Shoot it you idiot!

- [ Gunshot ]

- [ Meowing ]

Never mind. Shoot that instead.

[ Gunshots ]

Are we all having fun yet?

- Yahoo.

- What a disaster.

[ Duck ] Is this some kind of trick?

Look, kid...

you heiped me out of a

jam so I'll ievei with you.

I don't know anything

about this invasion thing.

If you heip me, I'll do

my best to try and stop it.

Deai?

Deai.

[ Pez ] This is it! We're here!

[ Giggywig ] Where are the

craters and flaming buildings?

This is where the battie took piace.

We're iost! We missed the

war and it's your fauit.

- My fauit?

- Maybe if we just ask somebody?

My one chance at the big

time and you've ruined it.

- Shut up!

- This gentieman, perhaps?

- Excuse me.

- Oh!

- You scared me.

- So sorry.

No, that's good. We're

getting somewhere.

- Which way to the massacre?

- The what?

Oh, you mean

the... Ha, ha.

I'm sorry, boys, but it's over.

- Huh?

- Over?

I'm afraid so.

It's a shame you missed the

ending. That's the best part.

How so?

You see...

just when it seemed...

the Earth was doomed to be taken over...

the Martians just up and died.

Really? What happened

to all their bodies?

The birds got 'em, mostiy.

Pecking and tearing,

swallowing mouthfuls...

of rubbery flesh! And the dogs...

had their turn at them!

Fighting over scraps and gnawing

on their little skeletons.

Woof!.

And just how did they die?

Our germs got 'em.

- Germs?

- Yeah. Littie microbes...

llke the ones that

gave me this damn coid.

Achoo!

[ Panicked Yelling ]

- Have a good time, boys.

- I've got germs!

Aah! Don't touch me!

I don't mean to be nosy...

but was there any particuiar reason...

you guys decided to invade Earth?

- Promise you won't iaugh?

- Sure!

Ever hear of?the War of the Worids?

[ Pez ] Guys, guys?

Get a ioad of this!

[ Laughing ]

Where do we go? What do we do?

- Where do we hide?

- Back to the ship.

Back to the asteroids.

I iove the asteroids!

Nice, quiet, oid asteroid patroi.

- That's the llfe for me.

- Are you kidding?

We'll never make it with the

enemy firepower out there.

- Lucklly I remembered to bring

my distress-o-matic. - [ Beeping ]

I iove this guy!

Come here, you oid...

[ Alarm Buzzers ]

Aw, no! Not now.

It's not ready.

What's not ready?

The ship. A vacuum-head

pulled a distress-o-matic.

- A what?

- Emergency beacon autopllot.

The ship's programmed to

fly to it no matter what.

Verndroid, where

did you put the...

[ Beeping ]

That's a

distress-o-matic signai.

My boys are in troubie.

Verndroid, there's not a moment to iose!

- [ Beeping ]

- What?

No, it's this way.

- [ Beeping ]

- Wait!

[ Beeping ]

A farmer's all-purpose heiper.

It's guaranteed to remove stumps...

gophers, and drastically reduce...

the flight potentiai

of Martian spaceships.

Jim, you stay there.

I'll be right back.

I've got to rig an override

before the engine charges.

- What do you want me to do?

- Run for your llfe!

Run for your life, boy!

Oh!

Abandon ship, shorty.

Abandon it? I've just fixed it.

Too bad 'cause I'm about to un-fix it.

What's going on?

- What are you doing?

- Cancelling your ticket home.

Folks would give money

to get their hands on you.

I'm the one that's gonna get it!

I guess you better

evacuate the premises.

Let me shut the engines off

with this little red switch.

Get out of here, kid!

[ Brian ] Whoa! Come

on,Jim. We're outta here.

Wait. Hoid it!

Wait a minute.

Now we're really outta here!

Forgive me, mother.

I have to throw away my fins.

I'll make it up to you someday...

somehow!

Whoa!

Listen.

What's that?

It can't be any worse than that.

Whoa!

Duck. Duck!

No! Duck!

Wait!

Hold it right there. Are you a Martian?

I'm a duck!

If you're a duck, where

are your webbed feet?

Snap out of it.

The Martians, they went that way.

I said whoa!

When I say whoa, I mean whoa!

Come on. We gotta get

off this crazy rock.

I guess this is good-bye.

Don't take it so hard.

Aaah!

What about me?

Knock it off. I'm busy!

Waaa!

- The ship, the ship!

- All right. Let's boogie!

[ Dr. Ziplock ]

Activate defense shields.

[ Pez ] The humans are coming!

The humans are coming!

Biaznee, get us out of here.

No can do. Thanks to your

stupid distress-o-matic...

we tweaked our vapor plates.

Our megaspazz redundancy

pile has been fried.

I had to klli the autopllot.

I don't care. Fix all of it.

All of you, fix it, fix it.

Who's that?

[ Dr. Ziplock ] Clean out the

erradicamixer and unscrew the clutch fader.

[ Pez ] Are you crazy? You

know how bad that's gonna smell?

Hand me a piasma coupier.

Who cares what is smells like!

Come on, aiready.

Stand by for takeoff.

[ Capt. Bipto ] That must be our

boys wreaking havoc over there.

Thank you.

I shall wait in the transport.

Good. You do that.

He's such a good boy.

[ Gunshots ]

Come on. What's taking so iong?

Enter the N-38 to the 6th

power. Now we cross-llnk...

the improbalator to the smalltersnatch.

My men!

[ Shouting ]

- Oh.

- I must say, I'm impressed,

a brllllant victory brought

about by your wlli to win.

- Here we go.

- Let's get 'em!

What the heck is that thing?

Who cares? Just shoot it.

We did win, didn't we?

No, but if we think fast enough...

we just might llve to lle about it.

What's the probiem? Just vaporize...

everyone, everything.

Poof!. Mission accompllshed.

Medais, awards, a parade. Next?

No, wrong, faise, none of the above.

- Why? Because we're not supposed to be here.

- What?

We goofed. We erred.

We misinterpreted the data at hand.

I toid you so.

Let me expiain the

situation in a nutshell.

There are 5 of us and 4 bllllon of them.

They have strategic air commands,

nuclear-powered submarines...

and John Wayne.

We have this.

- Is it ioaded?

- Let's find out.

Wait! We've got bigger probiems.

- What's worse than this?

- That.

Who let him out?

Martians...

I'm afraid we have no choice.

We wlli have to use the D.O.D.

[ Gasp ]

Break out the kits.

What's the D.O.D?

What does it do?

You can't!

If you iet your friends

biow up the Earth...

I'll never speak to you again.

Hold your fire.

Hoid your fire!

Put your guns down.

What the heck is that?

Citizens of Earth, surrender or die.

Why shouid we? We've got you surrounded.

Take it easy, Kiembecker.

If you don't surrender,

or attempt to kill us...

this device wlli detonate,

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