Spaced Invaders Page #6

So that's the trick.

If oniy Capt. Bipto had known.

I wonder what Kiembecker's

gonna give us this year.

I hope it's not dead rats.

My mom had a cow iast time.

What?

Trick or treat?

Yeah. I forgot.

Hoid on.

Here's one for you.

One for you. Plenty to go around.

Cigarettes?

Okay, forget it!

[ Wacky Martian Music ]

[ Crash ]

Hello? Hello?

Well, well, well...

what have we here?

Damn. He must be some kind of...

health-food nut.

We're gonna make...

a bezllllon dollars out of this story...

and 2 bezllllon on the pictures.

[ Click ] Damn!

The flash don't work,Jim.

Where are we gonna get batteries...

at this time of night?

We gotta hurry.

There's no telling what them...

wlly space creatures wlli be up to.

[ Vern ] The smell of

battery acid makes me thirsty.

With all their advanced technoiogy...

iook at the pitifui conveyances...

- the puny Earth peopie construct.

- Oh, dear.

This one empioys a mere 250 horsepower.

Our attack vehicie

wlli cause their eyes...

to shoot out of their heads in fear.

Hurry! Who knows what

unspeakabie terrors...

have befallen my troops?

Wow! What a haui! This is great!

- This kid's gonna barf.

- Are you gonna barf?.

I think he's gonna barf, Mom.

- Sit down!

- If he barfs, your hairdo's history.

Do I know you boys?

They're on to us. We

gotta get outta here.

- I'd llke an answer.

- Have I got an answer!

Perhaps I'll have to remove

those heads of yours...

and find out for myself.

- How do you fire this?

- Not that button.

- Not llke that, idiot.

- Whoa!

Did you hear that?

Them Martians is starting their attack.

Ah, the carnage begins! I iove it!

Hurry, I want to get in on all the fun.

You jerk!

Don't mess with me, kid.

You wouldn't like me when I'm mad.

Where are you really from?

[ Mother ] Tell me who

you are, or by tomorrow...

they'll be printing your

pictures on milk cartons!

They're my cousins!

Excuse me?

- From Callfornia.

- Dude.

That's Clutch. That's Spinner.

Yo!

- That's Paddlefoot.

- Hi.

They're surfers.

Why didn't you say so

in the first piace, hmm?

Yeah. Hmm?

Well, I'm new here.

I don't really know anyone.

I didn't think they'd be troubie.

No real harm is done.

You're weicome, provided you save...

those missile attacks for

a more suitable occasion.

Yes, ma'am.

I don't mean to pry,

but wouid you mind...

telling me exactiy what's going on here?

These guys are from a iot

further away than Callfornia.

Before you continue, I remind you...

that I'm just a llttie boy

and susceptibie to nightmares.

Waaa!

That's it!

I gave you another chance.

Since you can't behave...

we'll take everyone home!

What's all this?

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