...out our own jokes"
To the Bonnyhillshirevillians' dismay, the aliens had not vanished. They had cloaked their starship and exerted a force field that trapped everyone within a 200 mile area. The two headed leader had been humiliated and he determined to get even with the Jester.
Percy had gone from hero to goat and was the first human summoned before the aliens.
"Earthman," said the leader, "I listened to your stupid jokes, now listen to mine. Knock knock."
"Who's there?" asked Percy.
"Amana."
"Amana who?"
"Amana bad mood so don't mess with me." Both of the heads fell out laughing but Percy didn't crack a smile so the alien tried again.
"Knock knock"
"Who's there?"
"Anita."
"Anita who?"
"Anita you like I need another head."
Percy liked this one but he said nothing.
Hours passed but Percy wouldn't crack. Finally they gave up and again vanished in their starship.
by Jim Ford, Wilson, LA
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...to find out what makes them laugh. You see, that is what we are missing out on -- laughter!"
It was only when the aliens discovered what it was to be tickled that they knew how to laugh. What a sound!! They laughed and laughed until their heads rolled off.
It was reported in the newspapers that the aliens died because they were came to their wits' end.
by Carolyn Ann Aish, New Zealand
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...take them part and see what makes 'em tick
"Oh no you don't, mister!" came a voice from inside the spaceship.
"Oh, crap, she heard," the alien leader said. He looked at his second-in-command. "Brace yourself, Gloorp. Here it comes."
"I just finished cleaning this floor," the voice from inside continued, "and you will not do anything to mess it up again. I cannot believe the filth you leave lying around every time you decide to disect another race of beings. I mean, I wouldn't have such a problem with it if you just clean up the mess from the time before, but no, you leave the mess for someone else to clean up. Well, guess what, mister? Someone just left and is not coming back. Do I look like your slave? I mean..."
"I told you not to bring the wives," Gloorp whispered.
"I know. I know. The next time I don't listen to you, Gloorp, please shoot me."
by Phillip Lynne, Knoxville, TN
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