The Invasion Page #3

Go on, Superman.

Thank you, Mrs. Robinson!

Bye-bye.

Thank you!

Thank you.

Trick or treat! Trick or treat!

He's having nightmares again.

I got him back on clonazepam.

I hate having him on anything.

When did he start having them?

The last three nights. Ever since

he's known he's gonna see his dad.

Trick or treat! Trick or treat!

Get back, boys.

Stop that!

She's been acting up. Maybe you

should take them to another house.

I don't know what's wrong with her.

Come on, boys.

Let's go.

- Blue, get back here!

- Watch it!

Watch it!

Oh, my God, get him off!

- Ollie, back!

- Blue! Get down.

Down, girl. Bad dog. Bad dog!

I'm so sorry.

- I'm so sorry.

- Andy! Andy. Oh, my God.

He's fine, Pam.

There's nothing there.

The blood must've been the dog's.

Well.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. I'm okay, Mom.

Okay.

You took my candy.

Give me that Snickers!

- That's mine.

- I want that.

- No, you can have that.

- Give me that!

- I'll trade you. Here, Russell's for Reese's.

- Oh, man.

Thanks, Carol.

How's Andy doing in school?

He seems a little disconnected.

Jeez, Carol. I mean, usually when

you start talking like a psychiatrist...

...it's not about one of my children.

Oh, he's just in a funk. You know, maybe

it's that bug that's been going around.

- What's going around?

- Mom!

Mom! Get this off of me, please! Mom!

It's okay, it's okay. It's okay.

- What is that?

- I think it moved.

Did one of you put this here?

- Not me.

- I didn't.

Would you mind taking Gene home?

Taxi!

Carol. What are you doing here?

Hey.

That's for me?

It's...

I love it.

There's no way of telling which house it

came from because we went to at least 30.

I don't think there's anything

to worry about. It looks like latex.

Ben, look at it. Even without a microscope,

you can see the cell strata.

Well, maybe someone used

a finger as a mold.

Someone's definitely made this

or bought it at Wal-Mart.

I mean, it is Halloween.

It could be anything.

What do you think, Steven?

Interesting.

It's manufactured, right?

I don't know. It's either an expensive fake

or really cheap skin.

Med Web's buzzing

with something like this.

Labs in New York and Boston

logged some weird samples.

Let me do a workup on it.

- Thanks for helping, Steven.

- Yeah.

Call me later, Ben.

- You owe me an hour on your couch.

- An hour?

What makes you think

anyone can help you in an hour?

- What?

- I didn't say anything.

Each year, the flu claims

tens of thousands of American lives.

You'd figure the government

would realize...

... that we are facing nothing less

than a national medical emergency.

Our studies show this new virus

is more communicable...

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