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Oh, the old

Grandey place.

Have you seen my-

Come on, dear.

Don't be shy.

Oh, dear, come on.

Let me get a nice,

big bolt for you.

You're tired of nails.

Here.

You want some

paper clips?

Come on.

Don't move.

Come on, Faye.

Time to go back downstairs.

I'm feeding them.

They like this stuff.

Here.

Our son kept birds.

You know, pigeons.

Please, Faye.

Don't do this.

Not now, OK?

That's my frying pan.

What?

- Oh, nothing.

- Go ahead. Tell him.

- Nothing. It's not important.

- That's her pan and my coffee pot.

Come on. Come on.

No more pigeons, hon.

It's time to stop.

I said stop that!

Frank.

My God, Faye.

You went into these

people's apartments?

Not me, them-

the little guys.

Faye, I need you

to be with me now.

I need you to be here.

I'm here, Papa.

I'm with you.

Now, what else

did you take?

I told you, nothing.

It's the little guys.

Oh, skip that.

What about this?

Where did you get

a new picture?

It's not new,

it- it's fixed.

Fixed like new?

They did

a good job.

Who did?

I ain't saying.

Goddamn it-

It's OK.

No harm done.

It could be

giant rats.

Yeah, from Brooklyn,

you know.

Oh!

Whoa!

That was no rat.

What was it?

Who in his right mind

stands in a puddle

and sticks a fork

in a wall socket?

Come on, get back.

All of you. Shoo!

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

Come on, now.

There, wait there.

Wait there.

Here.

They're shy.

They're the fix-its.

They like

to fix things.

They have that knack.

Hey, dance me

around, Papa.

Oh, come on,

you kids.

Put a little

Fred Astaire into it.

No, they're not toys.

You can't buy them

at Macy's.

The Army told me

to call you.

Are you

missing anything

in the way of

experimental aircraft?

Not a word,

not even in the Post.

Well, they're robots,

right?

They're autogiros

or smart bombs.

They're microchip

hovercraft.

They're spaceships.

You can tell by lookin' at them.

Spaceships?

Sure, from

a very small planet.

Very small.

Maybe this

is all a dream.

If this is a dream,

which one of us is having it?

Don't look at me.

I stopped dreaming

a long time ago.

I'll talk to it.

You better be careful.

Stop!

Welcome to America.

Maybe you should try

some Spanish on him.

Ahem.

Habla Espanol?

Companeros.

Don't hurt

anybody, OK?

Breakfast.

Sit down, everybody.

Don't let it get cold.

I made candy omelets.

That looks delicious,

Mrs. Riley.

Look. It's plugged itself in.

Is that

why you're here?

OK, that's it.

I'll call the cops

and make them come.

I heard that.

You need cops, Picasso?

Come on. Call a cop.

- Bobby.

- Hey, lady, my name's not Bobby.

Oh, excuse me.

Robert. Mr. B.

- Shut up!

- Hey!

I saw downstairs.

Who's been cleaning up after me?

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