Smedley peers out of the window and is startled by what he sees. An saucer has dropped from the skies and is now parked on his lawn. It sits silently among his collection of lawn flamingos, perched on its landing tripod.

Smedley slinks back to bed. He hopes it is all just a bad dream that he will forget in the morning. As he pulls the sheets over his eyes, meekly attempting to return to his previous slumber, there is a knock at the door.