My Favorite Martian Page #3

Well, trust me, this will be

right on top of the pile.

-Ahh.

-Good night, Mrs. Brown.

One more thing I wanted to tell you,

Tim! Oh, good night, Tim!

I'm havin' a bad night.

I couldn't agree with ya

more completely.

-Shut up.

-How do you do it?

-O'Hara here. Please leave a message.

Make it short.

-Channing here. You're fired.

-Short enough for ya?

What more can I say?

When you're right, you're right!

Hmm.

Stay where you are, little Earth man,

and no harm will come to you.

Say, I wish I'd thought of that!

- Hello?

-What more can I say?

When you're right, you're right!

-Be silent.

-How do you do it?

I thought I told you to shut up.

I couldn't agree with you more-

You leave me no choice.

Who's there?

I got a gun!

Static.

-Hey, buddy. Hey. Hey.

-Hey! -That's it, Earthling!

-It's alive!

Hyah!

Okay, you wanna play games?

-Slide through.

-I must be going... nuts.

One strike, no balls.

Over here, Tiger Woods.

Aaah!

-Hey, look- Jimmy Hoffa.

-Leisure suit from hell!

-I'm gonna...

-Ohh!

mutilate you!

Come on!

Show your face... if you have one.

Where- Where'd he go?

What the heck

was in those brownies?

When dealing with primitive life-forms,

sometimes one must

resort to primitive acts.

-Are you okay, Zoot?

If you don't mind my asking,

where were you?

This alien was trying to kill me!

Don't be such a wet blanket.

Wait a minute.

Leave my mother out of this!

It's your fault we ended up

on this no-good, carbon-based,

-over-oxygenated,

miserable excuse of a-

- Tim?

-Oh, no. It's another one!

I know you're not asleep yet.

Tim, it's Lizzie!

Blotz! It's Lizzie!

What's a Lizzie?

I would say a Model T Ford,

but this one has better tires.

-Ah-ooga! Ah-ooga!

-I know what a woman is,

but what do I do with it?

Help, Mr. Lifeguard, I'm drowning.

I need mouth-to-mouth.

Ugh, saliva exchange.

I would never partake

in such an unsanitary interaction.

There must be some other way

to greet a female and then be rid of it.

-Tim!

If it was me, I'd be he.

-Tim, please.

-Good thinking, Zoot.

Okay, Tim,

I'm picking up the hide-a-key.

-Gonna open the door.

-Tim?

-Lizzie!

My dear friend or family member.

Uh, oh, my gosh.

Oh, inappropriate.

-Oh, boy.

- I told you

they cover their flingdat here.

Lizzie, my dear friend

or family member.

You sound funny.

Are you catching a cold?

A cold, a virus? Yes.

A contagious

bubonic plague. You better leave.

What? What in the world-

Are- Are you a Trekkie?

Uh, yes, I am.

Okay, what's going on?

-What's going on?

-Tim, are you okay?

-You don't seem like yourself.

-Oh, I'm Tim, all right.

-Tim O'Hara, no reason to doubt it.

-Uh, what's going on?

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