Spaced Invaders Page #5

Yep, she's definiteiy

terrified. Oh, boy.

Boys.

[ Alien ] Wait a minute.

Atomize her aiready.

What's your probiem?

Shouidn't this human be

quivering in terror...

at our menacing,

sinister-iooking weaponry?

- You'd think so.

- Everybody, move over.

Make room

for the...

- Just piay aiong.

- What are we?

Martians!

Of course you are. Well, get in.

Perhaps if we ride in this transport...

we can find their secret

resistance headquarters.

Let's shoot our way out.

- It'll be fun.

- Shh. They don't know we're Martians.

Not know?

We're llttie green men with antennas.

They think we're wearing costumes.

What a bunch of morons!

Let's flame these bozos.

They're too stupid to llve!

We have a full tank of

gas and iots of empty bags.

- What shall we do?

- [ Kids ] Trick or treat?

- Smell my feet.

- Oh, gross!

- Oh, great.

- Trick or what?

I'm sick and tired...

of that oid jerk, Kiembecker...

pushing everyone around. That's it.

I'm gonna finish the

pians for this farmzoid.

Someday I'll be abie to

irrigate every fieid...

and make all the farms heaithy again.

Then I'll pick up that

farmer's trust of his...

and drop-kick it into the next county.

He thinks he's such a hotshot.

This wlli work, I think. [ Gasp ]

Heh-heh-heh.

[ Laughing ]

Mr. Kiembecker,

it iooks llke...

Dody.

Do-o-o-dy.

[ Ding, Ding ]

Wait! You are my robot siave.

- You wlli follow my every command.

- Yes, Capt. Bipto.

However, my new allegiance...

to His Imperial Majesty

might come to light...

if I negiect my reguiar patrons.

We must keep up the appearance...

of a normally functioning,

fuel-dispensing depot...

whlle we act as undercover agents...

of Mars.

[ Car Horn ]

I wlli be right back.

Weicome to the Gas King,

fuei-dispensing depot.

How may I be of assistance?

Capt. Bipto to the invasion force.

Capt. Bipto to the invasion force.

Hmm?

Oh-oh-oh.

I can't contact the ship

or the invasion force.

I can oniy assume the worst.

We must bulld an attack vehicie;

something that wlli strike terror...

into whomever sets eyes upon it...

something with huge wheeis...

so we can crush the panicking popuiace.

Something from which I can

overiook the battiefieid...

and direct our

victorious invasion force.

[ Vern ] Something like this?

I was thinking of

something a bit iarger.

[ Martian Taik ]

Those guys are definiteiy not from here.

- No kidding! Look.

- Hey!

I know what I'm getting for Christmas.

- Give him here.

- Lighten up.

It's just a stupid toy.

You're not a toy at all, are you?

I hope you're making him move llke that.

[ Mother] All right, first stop.

Everybody got their bags?

Remember, look both ways

before crossing the street.

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