Wyvern Page #5

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- I know what I saw, Chief!

- We believe you, Hass.

- How can you not know

what kind...

I mean... uh...

Chief, how can you not know

what it is?

There's not a lot of predators

around here that

we haven't seen before, right?

- Maybe it was the colonel's

flying moose.

(laughter)

- Okay, this ain't funny!

- I'm not being funny.

- We have got

a dangerous, unidentified

predator out there

and I need you all

to take serious precautions.

- Cockatoad.

- Alaskan...

cockatoad.

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- What in the hell is that?

- Susie, what are you doing?

- Well, you said to bring it

to you, Chief.

- Have you lost your mind

as well, Susie?

Get this out of here and

into the cooler at the station.

(all speaking at once)

Okay, okay, calm down.

Okay, you know the drill.

Kids, pets, livestock -

lock 'em away.

Everybody stay indoors.

And I don't wanna see

anybody running into the woods

in a half-baked goose chase,

or I'll lock them up too.

Got it, Farley?

- What?!

- Now, I put a call in

to Hunting and Fishing.

They're gonna send

some of their boys down.

- Okay.

- What about the festival?

- Chief,

if you cancel the one thing

that keeps this town sane,

the one thing that reminds us

that the sun

is finally gonna set

in a few days...

- Look, this is the only thing

we got going this time of year.

Besides,

Doc would want us to have it.

- Chief, you can't cancel.

- I'm not cancelling anything.

Yet.

- I think maybe

a postponement...

might be the best idea,

just to be safe.

- You know, I-I'm with Jake.

- Look, can't postpone.

Solstice is gonna

be over tonight.

- All right, well,

I think you're making a mistake.

I just want that...

to be known.

But I'm here to help out

however needed.

- I appreciate it.

- Chief, come back.

- Go, Susie.

- Just got a call

from Thomas,

yelling something

about his minks?

Sounded upset.

Then his phone went out.

- Copy that, Susie.

I'll head out there.

Thanks, Claire.

- Yeah. You be safe, Chief.

Okay?

(dramatic sound effect)

- Ah!

Holy moly!

Didn't I warn

those tin-plated desk jockeys?

Now we got ourselves

a full-blown invasion.

(tires squealing)

- Hour 15

of my round-the-clock broadcast.

And if you haven't heard

the news,

Doc is missing.

And if you hear this, Doc,

this one goes out to you.

- Doc ain't missing, you nit!

He was breakfast

and we're gonna all be lunch!

(accelerating)

(dramatic music)

(distant snarling)

Send in the troops.

(slow western music)

(horn honking)

- Colonel's been having beer

with his cereal again.

- It's an invasion.

Call out the Guard.

- What?

- Reptilian aliens!

One of 'em buzzed my vehicle.

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