Alien Trespass Page #2

Yeah, we're gonna be famous,

you and me.

- There it is.

There it is, old boy.

Okay, Merlin.

Now, how does this sound?

Greetings, space brothers

from a distant star.

Welcome to our planet.

- Ted?

- Out here, dear.

- Time for your present.

- Oh, I got it, dear.

The binoculars are wonderful.

- Your other present, darling.

- Oh, my.

- No, no, no, pinhead.

PPP is Proper Police Procedure.

PPD is an unknown DOA.

- Well, I thought

that was a PPK.

- No, PPK is what you do behind

a tree after you see a stiff.

How'd you pass the exam,

anyway,

promise to fix the teacher's

parking tickets?

- Hey, easy on him, Vern,

the kid's okay.

Ain't that right, Bubba?

- Huh?

- Thank you, come again.

- Sorry, Darlene.

- Number five,

number two, dry and deadly.

Is that you, Tammy?

- I'm sorry, Sam.

- All right, so what is it

this time, huh?

Flat tire?

Sick aunt?

Men from Mars?

What?

This has got to stop, toots.

- I'm sorry, Sam.

- Four, five, and six

are all yours, honey pie.

I'm out of here, Simone.

Bye, boys.

- Hey, Tammy, why don't

you and I go on up to the point?

- Not a chance, Vernon.

- Why not, sweetheart?

- Because you're Vernon,

Officer Vernon.

- Hey, Tammy, you've been here,

what, three years?

All that time,

I've never seen you with a guy.

- What's your point?

- Nothin'.

- I said, what's your point,

Vernon?

- What is the point, Lloyd?

- Well, you know.

- What?

- Drop it, Bubba.

- Right, Vern.

- Cats, did you see that thing?

Wow, it blasted

right into the butte.

It was crazy.

- See it?

It almost hit us

up at the point,

passed right over our heads.

It was unreal.

- Dick, if my father finds out

we went to the point,

he'll go ape.

- Don't sweat it, queenie,

my lips are zipped.

So what do you think it was,

Dickie?

- Well, we couldn't tell.

It was-it was huge

and all covered with flames.

- Hey, Vern's in there.

Maybe the egg sucker

knows something.

Let's go see.

- Yeah.

- Thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

- I'm gonna call in, Vern.

- Hey, Vern, did you hear about

that big crash up on the butte?

- It's Officer Watson to you,

cockroach.

- You're the police.

You're supposed to protect us.

What if it's

a secret commie rocket?

- Shouldn't you punks

be in school?

- Vern, I just called in.

Something crashed

into the butte last night,

and the chief wants us

to check it out.

- Anybody hurt?

- That's what we're supposed

to find out.

- Come on, let's go.

- Whatever you say, Chief.

You rodents stay out of trouble.

- Man, what a jerk that guy is.

- Cool it, Dickie.

It's his job to suck eggs.

So, cats, what are we

gonna do about it?

- Do about what?

- The crash, the crash.

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