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Roswell, New Mexico -
1947
Seconds later they heard a whistling
sound overhead. Daffy spun around, his camera ready. "Look! Up in the
sky!" He pointed it toward a trail of smoke directly overhead. Something
up there was glowing hot . . . and headed right toward them.
"R-u-run!" Porky yelled,
scrambling away.
Daffy didn't pay attention to him. "This
is it! This is the crash! I'm getting it! I'm getting it!" he shouted,
recording it with his video camera.
As the flaming ball of smoke came closer
to the Earth, Daffy didn't know whether to keep filming or to run away.
He tried running backward, but still pointing his camera at the object
speeding toward them. He managed to do this for about 5 feet before he
stumbled and fell onto his tail. Porky helped him up, and they both
raced out of the way just in time!
With a mighty BOOM, the
glowing object crashed about 10 feet away from them. Dust and smoke
billowed everywhere. It made Porky and Daffy cough.
"You see!" Daffy finally managed to
sputter. "There was a crash!"
"Well . . . s-s-something happened, all
right," Porky agreed.
Seconds later they saw a form heading
toward them through the smoke. It was roughly shaped like a person, but
it wasn't quite human, either.
"Aliens!" Daffy exclaimed.
"Should we stick around?" Porky asked.
"How do we know it's fr-fr-frien--not hostile?"
"Oh, you have made me very angry, very
angry indeed!" the alien said. "You shot down my spacecraft!" He pointed
a weapon at them. "This is my Disintegrator Gun." |
