Strange Invaders Page #3

All right, Mr. Bigelow.

I'm going to show you some drawings.

These are renderings

of the most commonly sighted aliens.

I want you to look at them

and tell me if you see anything

that reminds you of the creature

you saw last night on the road.

No.

No.

No.

(CHUCKLING)

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Bigelow.

Just a little joke we have around here.

Why don't you come with me?

(BEEPING)

We receive reports

of all kinds of phenomena here.

As a scientist,

you'll be interested to know

that most of them turn out

to have very rational solutions.

Just last year we had,

uh, a rash of phone calls

about a 50-foot woman in Oregon.

She only came out at night,

running down the highway.

Running and running...

We checked it out.

Andrea Criban, the world's

tallest woman basketball player.

She was in training.

Then there was

this small town in Louisiana,

where it rained on the same 10-block...

Look, I didn't say

it was raining in Centerville.

Mr. Bigelow,

if there was something out there,

don't you think we'd know about it?

I'll have the marine show you out.

Thanks.

(HORNS AND SIRENS)

Betty Walker?

WOMAN:
Yes?

My name is Charles Bigelow.

I'm a Professor at Columbia.

Columbia? That sounds serious.

You're from a Pulitzer Prize

committee, right?

Well, what can I do for you?

Do you have a cigarette, by any chance?

Uh, I quit.

What's on your mind?

- Did you write this article?

- Yes, I did, if you can call it that.

Well...

I saw one.

What?

I saw one of these.

Tim, could you come here

a minute, please?

I'd like you to hear this.

Mister, uh, Bigelow here

has just seen an alien.

Hi, Mr. Bigelow.

Go on, Mr. Bigelow.

(BUZZER)

Okay, it was in Illinois,

in Centerville.

It was standing on the side of the road.

I drove right past it.

Uh, it looked just like this.

It had these smooth, obsidian eyes.

Wait a minute. Let me guess.

You were hypnotized.

You were taken aboard a flying saucer,

where they placed you on a silver table

and examined you.

You even have tiny marks

all over your body to prove it.

Look, Mr. Bigelow, we don't pay

very much for alien stories anymore.

Two-headed dogs...

That's very big.

Two-headed dogs maybe,

but aliens are... pass.

Finished?

Mmm-hmm.

All right. It fired at me.

It was like a laser beam.

It struck my car.

Very powerful.

Is that "laser beam"?

I know it sounds ridiculous,

but it happened.

All I want to know is,

where did this picture come from?

It was just in the file

with some old letters.

No one's supposed to believe this stuff.

She made it up.

Well, I won't keep you any longer.

You know, if you're in a hurry,

you should have taken the stairs.

It's only 18 stories.

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