Sarah awoke suddenly in her Oklahoma ranch house. It was all a dream. To her knowledge none of these people existed. She had no idea where the story came from other then her dreamworld.

Minutes later her husband ran into the room telling her he had found another mutilated cow. That was the second cow they found like that this month, what could they do ?

They searched through the phone book and found the number of ufologist Jensen Grange. They asked if he could come to their farm and investigate the mutilations. A couple of hours later he arrived at the farm and immediatly set about seaching the area and examining the dead cattle when he found....

The puppet Ernie from Sesame Street lying in the mud, holding a very sharp buchers knife. He picked the puppet up and took it too....

(This can be linked to that doll that causes malfunctions in electrical equipment...Robert doll or w/e)

Be examined by a team of experts he had standing by at MUFON. After a brief examination the learned scientist’s released a news report claiming that the Alien’s were not only friendly, but had bases underground, underwater, and on the Moon, which was actually a huge derelict space station, had bio-engineered the human race, brought culture to humanities distant ancestors, built the Pyramids and used the Nazca lines as runways... the physical proof was in their possession... “this will finally silence the skeptics” Jensen Grange said, as he closed the lid of the aluminum briefcase. inside was the dirty Ernie puppet holding a very sharp butchers knife. Surely no human being could have been responsible, the message was clear that...

evil lurks every where. As five miles away a group of teenagers prepared the ritual to summon a demon from the very bowels of hell its self. The demon known to the Aztecs as.....

Yan-gant-y-tan... though the local villagers called it Chupacabra... since saying the demons name would summon it, as any fool knew. So Jensen Grange went to meet Erich von Däniken before the news conference started. when...

the Freemasons declared war on the Scientologists plunging the world into armagedeon.

They all united to praise cookied though. Armageddon solved.

wizzle ka’iddren’s four eyes blinked at the display. On the screen, Small flashes erupted across the surface of the blue and green world, rings of fire spreading out incinerating city’s and suburbs...this was the sixth dimensional variance of this planet to be studied.

“Another dead end” she thought making a note on her data pad “interspecies rivalry culminating in species self destruction” she finished writing in the report.

“That’s interesting” she muttered absent mindedly to herself, She leaned forward to move a slider on the console a few positions, on the screen, the surface rushed toward the onlooker, the display sharpened to show...

A shuttle had taken off from the planet moments before armagedon, it was large enough to carry about 1000 people.

This puts a new twist on things, she thought, we have never had anyone escape before.

She wondered how the inner-earth people were doing, they had survived for over one million years, but could they survive this ?

Cuber lowered the spacecraft onto a barren field near a human city.
"Where are we?" asked Squarge.
"I believe it's the city of......New York?!?" shouted Cuber.
"Well, maybe, we shouldn't have destroyed that human ship....how many on board, again?" asked Squarge.
" 100, SIR." replied the Computer.

"Hold it scum-bags!"
Agent 54 stood behind Cuber with a shotgun to his back.
Suddenly, 54 slumped down to the ground, dead due to a swift shot to the head.......from Bob's 2x4.

Then a mysterious Holy Man appeared and said " booba deeda doo doo" and he was ressurected. Everyone said ".....

"how about we go to Denny's for some breakfast? cant we all be friends?"

The Holy Man was ignored. His booba-deeda-doo-doo-ing went unnoticed as everyone took the suggestion and went to Denny's for breakfast.

This angered the Holy Man no end. If only he could communicate some other way than nonsensical Jazz scat-singing. Booba-deeda-doo-doo! Booba-deeda-doo-doo! Booba-deeda-doo-doo! BOOBA-DEEDA-DOO-DOO!

Alas, the Holy Man learned, to his dismay, volume was no guarantee of clarity. There was only one thing to do. He needed an interpreter. One well versed in the ways of scat-singing, who could pass on his most sacred and most important message. The Holy Man called upon.....

...Francine, a well-known interpreter from Hydentown. She deciphered many a song, especially from the likes of Griffin Hicks, Sonny Dewbell, and Gail Wallace. But the one that put Francine on the map was Ty Jenkins. Old Ty was a toothless, harp-blowin' wonder from Sumner County. He did his fair share of skattin'...and drinkin'.
Now if Francine could decipher old toothless Ty, the Holy Man should be as easy as driving through Sumner County on Sunday morning? Atleast that's what she thought....

but suddenly out of no where.......

Kuber, Gandhi, McGruff and Squarge entered the military base where they had seen people fighting.

"They must be inside. Gandhi and I will enter through the back. Squarge, you and McGruff shall enter through the front," commanded Kuber.

"Deeeeelightful." replied McGruff, with a smirk on his face.

While Kuber and Gandhi were searching for a way into the base, without making any noise and getting attention over them, a weird fog started to surround McGruff and Squage, the mist was thick and a mortal cold took place. Their breath were heavy and Mcgruff suddenly lost his confidence and started to whisper a pray, they could smell they own fear flowing in their veins...

Squarge excused himself.
"We super-intelligent beings have our downsides....large amounts of evil gas coming in the form of a bad fart are one of them."

McGruff was about to reply when the door in front of them opened.
"More of them rascals we saw, I'm bettin'. You rea.....WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOIN', FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!"

Squarge was crawling on the ceiling, looking down on McGruff.
"I'm in Hunting Mode," he replied, while crawling closer to the door.
Three humans walked out, unaware of McGruff and Squarge. They seemed to be military officiers or special civilians. McGruff raised his voice.
"Who are YOU?!?"