Alien Trespass

- At Cape Canaveral,

another probe into space.

Target:
the Moon.

A 52-ton multistage rocket

combining elements of

the Thor ICBM and the Vanguard

is ready for firing.

On the planned course,

the 83-pound Pioneer space probe

would closely approach

the Moon

and would be swung into orbit

by the Moon's own gravity.

- Two...

One...

Zero.

- The vehicle roars aloft

at too steep an angle,

working more directly

against gravity than planned,

reaching over

It carries

to nearly 80,000 miles,

The Pioneer remains

man's most resoundingly

successful probe into space.

At last, the truth

about flying saucers.

They're real.

Just as real as Santa Claus,

that's what,

and we've got 10,000 Allentown

youngsters to back us up.

They greeted old St. Nick as he

made his first 1957 appearance.

Santa greets his greeters

with gifts and a gala party,

as is his custom.

A flying saucer carries

lots more Christmas cargo

than reindeer.

Where are the reindeer?

Why, they're back

at the North Pole, honey.

But don't you cry.

Santa is still Santa.

Christmas is still Christmas.

And kids are still kids.

Right up to the minute both

in transportation and in dress,

the first ski birds

of the season migrate

to the Bear Mountain Inn,

hopeful of snow.

There is no snow in New York,

but that's no never mind,

because the emphasis right now

is on fashions.

They're all dressed up for snow

in their White Stag ensembles

for winter sportswear,

colorful outfits that will

light up any festive occasion.

Hollywood, California.

Two titans of the movie industry

go head-to-head,

and no one wins.

World-famous movie star,

M. Eric McCormack,

known affectionately by his fans

as "Meric,"

has reached an impasse

in a contract dispute

with his long-time boss,

Louis Q. Goldstone,

head of Goldstone

International Pictures.

With production complete

on Allen Trespass,

rumored to be the greatest

science fiction movie ever made,

it appears a legal showdown

will deprive the world

of ever seeing it.

Louis Q. made the announcement

at his Hollywood studio

this week.

- It saddens me deeply

to announce

that Goldstone International

is shelving the release

of its epic sci-fi picture

Allen Trespass.

I'm ordering today

that all prints

and the negative of the film

be destroyed.

- Mr. Goldstone!

Mr. Goldstone!

- Meric, seen here in a recent

interview with Edwin R. Burrows

days before he and Goldstone

parted ways,

has described the movie

as his best acting work ever.

- Tell me about the movie.

- I'll tell you a little,

because Goldy would have

my you know what.

- And that's the news

from around the world.

- Earlier today,

I met with Dr. Ted Lewis.

He's the director of the

Bald Mountain Observatory.

- And one big gumdrop.

- Welcome, Dr. Lewis.

Tonight is the height

of the meteor showers.

The Perseid meteor showers,

is that right?

- Right.

- Doctor, would you please tell

our audience exactly

what are meteors,

and where do they come from?

- Well, they could be the debris

from comet tails,

like the Perseids,

or simply the rocks and dust

of worlds

that were destroyed long ago.

- Destroyed worlds?

You-you mean like our Earth?

- Well...

yes.

But don't worry; that's not

likely to happen to us

any time soon.

- Well, that certainly

is good news, Doctor.

What happens when meteorites-

- Stardust.

- Oh, Ted, darling, another one.

You really must see this.

It's breathtaking.

- In a minute, dear.

It doesn't peak till

- Oh, Ted, another.

Nutmeg?

- I'm the chef

around here tonight, remember?

- Of course you are, darling.

Happy anniversary.

- Happy anniversary, Lana.

Coals ready?

- Look good.

Oh, Ted,

look at the big bright one.

- Dick.

Dick, you promised.

- Penny, please,

just be reasonable.

Now, look, we-we couldn't

possibly love each other

any more on our honeymoon,

could we?

Right?

- Nice try, Mr. Perkins.

Dick, look, a shooting star.

Quick, make a wish.

So what was your wish?

- Well.

- What is it with you guys?

- Whoa, Penny, what is that?

It's shaking around

like it's crazy.

- Oh, gosh.

That's 'cause it's coming

straight at us.

- Oh!

- Dick, it's gonna hit us.

- Oh, boy.

- Hurry, Dick,

it's getting closer.

- Come on, you piece of junk!

Oh, God!

- What on earth was that?

Ted?

- Darn, I'm trying

to reach the observatory,

but there's no dial tone.

The crash must have knocked out

the lines.

- What was it, an asteroid?

- No, dear, more like

an immense meteoroid.

And right in our own backyard.

I'm going up there.

- Whoa.

- Lana, this is

a once-in-a-lifetime event.

- It's molten iron, right?

Won't it be a little

too hot up there,

like 2,700 degrees?

Why don't you let it cool down

until morning.

I'll keep you plenty warm

until then.

- Since when did you become

an expert on meteoroids?

- I learned something

in those silly classes of yours,

remember?

- Silly, huh?

Now, get out there

and check on those steaks, hmm?

- Oh, no, Ted.

- Merlin.

Hey, wake up,

you old bag of bones.

Do you see that?

That's a spaceship, old boy.

A real, live,

honest-to-goodness spaceship

from outer space, it is.

I knew it.

I knew they'd finally show up.

Yeah, I told them, the fools.

I knew they were gonna come.

I knew it.

Come here, boy.

Come here.

Come on.

Yeah, we got a spaceship

to get, huh?

Come on, come on.

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