City Morgue…
The stretcher with the corpse on it is wheeled down a corridor in police headquarters. Rosenberg's cat, still on his chest, meows curiously as the stretcher approaches two doors with 'City Morgue' written across them. The words split in half as the stretcher Bangs through the doors. The city morgue is a crowded, brightly-lit, tiled place with corpses parked left and right. Busy day in the Apple. The Cop wheeling the stretcher calls out to the coroner, Laurel, who's hunched over another body.
"Where do you want contestant number three?" The cop asked.
"By the wall, I guess." Laurel said, noticing the cat. "What's with the cat?"
"Oh, the cat. There's a problem with the cat. Sign here."
"What's the problem with the cat?" Laurel asked, signing the clipboard.
"Your problem." The cop said, laughing.
"I hate the living." Laurel said, giving the cop a dirty look as he left. She goes over to the stretcher and bends down, petting Rosenberg's cat gently. "Shall we?" She wheels the stretcher under the lights. The Arquillian is in an open drawer of the cold chambers, while Laurel is hunched over Rosenberg's corpse. Fascinated by something, she digs deeper. And deeper. And looks up, her face a mixture of alarm and excitement. "Oh, my God. Buddy, what are you?" K, J, and I walk through the hallway and push open the doors to the morgue. "Subject was approximately 112 degrees at time of autopsy, indicating an increase in body temperature. Examiner attempted to verify this rectally, only to find subject was without rectum, which is needless to say, really…"
"Weird." I said, turning on the lights.
"I'm Dr. Leo Menville, Department of Public Health. This is Dr. White and Dr. Jones." K said, while I showed the psychic paper to Laurel.
"You boys must not have much of a home life." Laurel said, checking her watch.
"We watch the morgues very carefully. You've got something unusual?" K asked.
"I'd say so -- triple homicide." Laurel said, getting up and taking us to the cold chambers. "The first body I opened up was pretty normal, except that he was broken in half, but when I opened up the other two -- well, let me show you." She pulls back a drawer, revealing a body covered in a sheet. "There's a skeletal structure at work here unlike anything I've ever seen."
Laurel is pulling the sheet from the face reveals the Arquillian.
"All right, I'll have a look at this one. Dr. White, Dr. Jones, why don't both you and Dr. Weaver check out the other body?" K asked.
"This way, Doctors." Laurel said.
J, Laurel, and I cross the room, to where Rosenberg's corpse lies out on another gurney.
"This one's even stranger. I did a full laparotomy. I started with the lesser curvature of the stomach -- though, if you want, we could begin at the gastro-esophageal junction." Laurel said.
"Okay. Um, we should start at the same place you did." I said, sipping on some bubble tea.
"All right." Laurel said, pulling out a glove box, hands J one and puts on the other.
Rosenberg's cat steps on Jay's shoe.
"Is that your cat?" I asked, looking down at Rosenberg's cat.
"Guess it is now. Came in with the bodies. Okay. Dive right in. I'm sure he won't mind." Laurel said, and J is reluctant and retches, but puts his hand on the hole. "You have very pretty eyes."
"Thank you." J said, happily.
Laurel continues to guide J on the thick of the corpse, "Feel that? Where the piloric junction would be?"
"Oh, yes. Exactly." J said.
"Push it aside. Notice anything strange? Stomach? Liver? Lungs?" Laurel asked.
"Nope. All fine." J said.
"Doctors, they're all missing." Laurel said, looking between J and me.
"Well, of course they are. What I'm pointing out is that there are no pieces of them left. So they're intact, wherever they are. That we can be sure of." J said.
"Have we met before? I have the strangest feeling of deja vu."
"Yeah, me too." J said, sadly.
"Really? Okay. You wanna know what I really think? But don't tell that guy. He looks like he's already under enough stress. See, I don't think this body's really a body, I think it's some kind of transport unit for something else altogether. The question is: what?" Laurel asked, while J just looks at her intrigued. "Is this freaking either of you out?"
"No, girl." J said, smirking.
"Nope." I said, smiling.
After a particularly gross gushy sound, J looks away, toward Laurel. Laurel's staring at J. She leans over and lowers her voice, just for him.
"You know what I like to do sometimes? When it's really late?" Laurel asked.
"No…" J said, letting out a sigh.
"Doctor White…" K said, as Laurel is about to speak. "Doctor Jones."
"Excuse us." J said.
Laurel nods positively. J and I walk across the morgue to K, who is still examining the Arquillian.
"Ooo. Lovebirds." I said, as J never takes his eyes off Laurel. "Gah. This is so cute."
"What do you think?" K asked.
"Very interesting." J said, looking at Laurel. "She got a real Queen of the Undead thing goin' on."
"J. K is talking about the body." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Great body."
"Ugh. He's talking about the dead body." I said, doing a facepalm.
"Man, you have to look at that thing." J said, happily.
"Recognize him?" K asked, pointing at the Arquillian.
"Yeah, he looks like the big guy I saw down at headquarters, only deader."
"So, what do you think killed him?" I asked, clutching the strap of my sling bag.
"A bug?" J asked.
J, in conversation with K and I, does not respond to what is not his name.
Laurel walked towards us, "Dr. White. Dr. Jones."
K nudges J, "You're up, Slugger."
J turns and races across the room to rejoin her. I walked over to Laurel.
"Look at this." Laurel said.
J and I leaned down. There is strange stitching around the base of Rosenberg's ear.
"What the hell is that?" J asked, reaching out, touches the ear, then he actually turned it.
With a soft click…it pulls away from the head. Like a latch.
J, Laurel, and I look at each other, astonished. J pulls again, and Rosenberg's entire face pushes out with a mechanical hum, then hinges open, the whole face rotating out away from the rest of the artificial skull.
"Woah." I said, looking at a tiny green man sitting inside Rosenberg's head. "This is cooler in person."
Though not quite dead, the Tiny Little Green Man is gravely wounded. He staggers up out of a small control room inside Rosenberg's head, with gearshifts and viewing screens all around the inside of the skull. The Tiny Little Green Man forces words out of his mouth.
"Must -- to pre -- prevent -- -- contest?" 'Rosenberg' asked.
"It's all right -- What are you trying to say? 'To prevent…' Struggle?" J asked.
"Are you trying to prevent a war?" I asked, while the Green Man nods vigorously. "That's it. You're trying to prevent a war."
"The galaxy is on -- or -- or -- Orion's -- Be-Be... What is word?" The Baltian asked, faltering.
"Bed? Belt? Orion's Belt?" J asked.
The Green man nods again, falls, and dies. The cat staring from above meows in sadness. J, Laurel, and I look at the little dead alien, then at each other.
"'To prevent war, the galaxy is on Orion's Belt?' What the hell does that mean? Dr., uh, whatever, come here!" J said, angrily.
Kay begins over.
Laurel looks at J, K, and me, "'Doctor Whatever'? You're not with the Department of Public Health, are you?"
Kay looks at the mess -- the body, the little dead man, "Rosenberg. Ah, damn. The Arquillians will not like this. He was one of the royal family."
Laurel smiles, "I knew it. This is an alien. And you're from some government agency who wants to keep it under wraps…"
K, J, and I are not paying attention to Laurel.
"He said 'to prevent war, the galaxy is on Orion's Belt'." J said, looking over at me. "Jared, does he mean in a literal sense?"
"Maybe." I said, shrugging. "I don't know."
K puts on his glasses, J and I follow as K starts adjusting the neuralyzer.
"This make total sense. How else do you explain New York? The other night I'm in a cab, this guy…" Laurel said.
FLASH! K blanks Laurel out.
"'Galaxy on Orion's Belt' doesn't make sense." K said.
"That's what the little dude inside the big dude's head said. Right after…" J said, seeing the dazed Laurel. "Damn, man, you did the flashy thing already."
"Whoever you guys are, you have to show ID if you're going to be in the morgue." Laurel said, as if awakening.
K puts on the glasses again, "Of course, young lady. Look at this for me, please."
FLASH! K neuralyzes Laurel again, J is struggling to put the glasses quickly.
J slaps K's hand, "Would you stop that?"
"What?" K asked.
"That thing is gonna give her brain cancer or something!" J said, worried.
"Never hurt her before. We have to close all the doors here. Special Services will be here any minute." K said.
We start walking away.
"'Never hurt her before'?! How many times have you done the flashy thing to this poor woman?!" J exclaimed.
"K has done it a couple times." I said, and K looked evasive. "Wish he didn't though."
"K, aren't you worried about, you know, long term damage? Like how Jared is." J said.
"Little." K said, more evasive.
"Jared, you said Torchwood has an equivalent of the neuralyzer. Did they get rid of it?"
"Not yet. But being worried about the long term damage is a good concern." I said, letting out a sigh.
"K? Have you ever flashy-thinged me?" J asked.
"Nah." K said.
"I ain't playin' with ya! Have ya?"
"No."
"Jared, have K done the flashy-thing on me?" J asked, looking at me.
"Spoilers!" I said excitedly. "Not gonna say!"
Outside the morgue…
J, K, and I exit the morgue and walk towards our car.
"I think I should be in charge of the flashy thing department." J said.
"Not while I'm around, ace." K said, smirking.
"You won't be happy till you fricassee someone's brain out."
An MIB containment vehicle pulls up, and two men dressed in black suits get out.
"We've got two dead aliens in there, and a deputy medical coroner in need of a new memory." K said, looking at a MIB agent.
"Yes, sir." The MIB agent said, while J stares at him.
"Can you make it a happy memory?" I asked, walking to the MIB agent. "She needs it after K neuralyzed her twice today."
(Open POV)
Alley…
The Zap-Em truck is shaking back and forth. Inside, Edgar is struggling to open the container that he stole from Rosenberg. After a few rounds of strong pulling, and banging it against the interior, he finally manages to crack it open. However, he finds just a bunch of diamonds inside. Furious, he throws a tantrum.
"Where is it?!" Edgar exclaimed, growling.
(Jared's POV)
Outside MIB headquarters…
K, J, and I walk up to MIB headquarters and enter the building.
MIB headquarters…
K sits down at a computer, slightly disheveled. I am leaning against the corner, drinking a mocha frappuccino. On the screen, some sort of database search software. K types 'RESTON, ELIZABETH ANN' on name, 'TRURO'. The image changes to a satellite view of North America, while the word 'SEARCHING' blinks, encouraging patience. The printout changes to 'SUBJECT ACQUIRED.' It quickly zooms in on the Northeast. Kay types some more. On screen, the satellite view zooms down to Massachusetts.
"Hey, Zed." J said, walking up to Zed holding a cup of coffee. "Doesn't anybody ever get any sleep around here?"
"The twins keep us on Centaurian time, it's a 37-hour day. Give it a few months, you'll get used to it. Or you'll have a psychotic episode. Here's Orion; the brightest grouping of stars in the northern sky…" Zed said, while the large screen displays the familiar grouping of stars that is the constellation Orion CONSTELLATION ORION. "…and here's Orion's belt."
Zed indicates the three stars that make up the belt.
"That's what the little guy was talking about, 'To prevent war, the galaxy's on Orion's belt…'" J said, his eyes widening.
"There are no galaxies on Orion's belt. The belt is just these three stars; galaxies are huge, made up of billions of stars. You heard wrong." Zed said.
"Look, whatever, I know what I heard." J said, annoyed.
K is scrolling through the cameras, and the computer zooms, then a city, then a neighborhood, then a block, then a back yard. The image comes into sharp focus on one back yard in particular, where we a MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN, the 'Elizabeth Ann Reston', is tending to her garden. Whoever she is, she's lovely. K smiles as Elizabeth looks up, as if she knows she's being watched, but she's just looking at the sky, wondering how many stars'll be out tonight. He then types and the image freezes on her face. J and I are standing behind him.
"Pretty lady…" J said, happily.
K clicks something, the software blackens and goes 'Subject Lost'. J drags a chair and sits down, sipping his coffee, as K rearranges his desk. I am drinking my mocha frappé, knowing what is going to happen later on.
"The grumpy guy's story is starting to come into focus a little bit here. You were the guy in the picture you showed me with the flowers. And, I take it, she never got those flowers." J said, looking at K.
"No." K said.
"So, what, she ever get married or anything?"
"No."
Jay looks at K: 'Is this me in thirty years?'. Kay rolls his eyes.
"Well, it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." J said.
"Try it." K said.
"K. Jared." Zed said, nearby.
K gets up, J and I follow, up to Zed in the LAD (Landed Alien Display), where each of the thousand or so Aliens who live on earth are represented by a flickering LIGHT.
"Take a look at this." Zed said.
"My god. They're all leaving." K said, at a loss for words.
"Crap." I said, sipping on my mocha frappé. "That's twelve jumps this past hour. Redgick was the first."
"What the hell do they know that we don't?" J asked.
K looks to his partner and I, then to the screen. Another light flickers out.
"Why does a rat desert a ship?" K asked, looking at the twins. "Give me Lem Sat IV, please, with a proton induction thermoscan." On the screen, Earth changes to a green radar-like diagram. "Thank you. Okay, Lem Sat XVIII." Now there's a view of the earth from space. Nothing unusual. "All right, four thousand." A shot of earth from far away is shown; a mysterious space craft is orbiting the planet. "That's an Arquillian battle cruiser."
"And we've got a dead Arquillian prince." Zed said, sadly.
"Unfortunately." I said, letting out a sigh.
A communication starts coming over the speakers -- a sound like a cat and mouse caught in a blender.
"Speak of the devil." K said, scoffing.
The communication continues.
"They sound pissed." J said.
The communication continues.
"Can you manually translate that back into English? I don't want to relay whatever I hear in my head thanks to the TARDIS helping to translate it." I said, looking at the twins. "Hurry up! We don't have all day."
"Why don't you get down to Rosenberg's Jewelry store and see what you can turn up?" Zed asked, looking at K.
K, J, and me walk away.
"…Give the kids weapons." K said.
Zed glances back to see the huge gun turrets on the Arquillian Battle Cruiser hum and whir as they swing around into position, pointed down at the unwitting planet below.
Equipment room…
Kay opens the munitions cupboard and produces two medium sized guns.
"Series four de-atomizer." K said.
"Thank you, K." I said, grabbing my medium sized gun. "
"That's what I'm talking about." J said, happily.
"'Noisy Cricket'." K said, holding up a very tiny gun and handing it to J.
"Kay, no, no, come on, man. You and Jared get series four de-atomizers and I get a little 'Midget Cricket?!'" J exclaimed.
"Whoa! Kid!" K yelled, pushed the weapon so it's pointing away from him.
"Come on, J." I said, walking out of the room with K. "We have the world to save."
"Feel like I'm gonna break this damn thing." J said, following K and me.
Rosenberg's Jewelry store…
Edgar stomps towards the door and punches through the glass, then smashes the glass covering the counters with the gems and jewels inside, even knocking one of them over. Outside, a tow truck driver is attaching Edgar's Zap-Em truck to his tow truck. Inside, something else catches Edgar's eye; he gazes at a picture of Rosenberg and his cat Orion, focusing on a small spherical object on Orion's collar. He then hears the whirring of the tow truck and glances outside to see the driver pulling a lever, raising the van off the ground. Enraged, he storms out of the store.
"Hey, this is my truck!" Edgar said, shuffling right up to the tow truck driver.
"Yeah, and make sure you tell 'em that down at the impound." The tow truck driver said, whole Edgar grunts and angrily grabs his rifle from the truck, cocks it, and points it at the driver; the driver turns to him, pulls back his shirt and reveals a revolver. "Please…"
The tow truck driver puts the revolver away and continues securing the Zap-Em truck to the tow truck.
J, K, and I have just arrived and walked into the store.
"Who breaks into a jewelry store and leaves all the jewels?" J asked, as we look around the store, seeing the damage Edgar caused.
"Somebody not looking for jewelry." I said, sadly.
"This guy had a serious crush on his cat." J said, as he looked at the paintings of Orion on the wall. A gunshot is heard; J and I look outside to see Edgar walking toward his truck, holding his rifle and the tow truck driver's (who he most likely killed) revolver. "K…"
"...get down!" I said, as J raised his weapon. "J's gonna shoot!"
K ducks.
J fires, shattering the window and knocking himself backwards; he then looks at his gun, "Eee."
Edgar gets in the tow truck and drives off, dragging the Zap-Em Van behind him.
"That's him! That's the bug, in the Edgar suit!" J said, running out of the store as Kay looks up in his prone position.
K and I run out after J.
EXT. JEWELRY STORE - DAY…
J sprints after Edgar, firing his noisy cricket. He is thrown back into some garbage, while his shot…hits the rigging between the Zap-Em Van and the town truck, separating the two. J pulls himself up and sprints after the tow truck, but it accelerates too quickly. Edgar is just about to turn the corner when J leaps onto a parked car to try and get some height. As J prepares to shoot, Edgar disappears around the corner, and a huge truck backs into his line of fire.
J fires, the truck explodes and Jay flies backwards, hurtling through the air and crashing through the window of a parked car.
K and I appeared and I nodded at K to yank J out of the car.
"J, you idiot. We don't fire our weapons in front of innocence." I said, holding my gun.
"Can we drop the cover-up bullshit?! There's an Alien Battle Cruiser that's gonna blow-up the world if we don't…" J said, looking between K and me.
"There's always an Alien Battle Cruiser...or a Korlian Death Ray, or...an intergalactic plague about to wipe out life on this miserable little planet, and the only thing that lets people get on with their hopeful little lives is that they don't know about it."
"It's why me and my friends work hard to protect these people from the bigger threats coming in from space or the Ghost Zone." I said, gesturing to a group of onlookers, drawn by the curious blasts from the store. There's smoking rubble everywhere. "The common folk aren't ready to see it yet. They won't be ready until Christmas 2006. Even so, they'll work so hard to deny it."
"Don't worry about the bug. He's not leaving town. We've got his ship." K said, gesturing to the back of the Zap-Em van, where Edgar's spaceship is neatly stowed.
"The ship leaving to get reinforcements is the bad thing about this." I said, looking at Edgar's spaceship.
K pulls out his cell phone, before talking into it, "Zed, we're gonna need a containment crew down here at McDougal, south of Houston."
Exterior of Rosenberg's Jewelry store / MiB headquarters…
"Containment may be a moot point, my friend. The exodus continues. It's like the party's over and the last one to leave gets stuck with the check." Zed said, looking down to the vast floor below and sees the four worm guys with suitcases walking across the floor. "You sorry little ingrates!"
The worms dismiss Zed, and then start singing a melody similar to the 'Star-Spangled Banner'.
"What about the Arquillians?" I asked, walking over to K.
"We've only translated a part of the message so far: 'Deliver the Galaxy.'" Zed said.
"Oh, they don't want much, do they?" K asked.
"Oh, it gets better... They're holding us responsible." Zed said, looking up at the screen.
The screen reads: MIB DELIVER THE GALAXY.
Exterior of Rosenberg's Jewelry store…
The tow truck squeals to a halt at a curb. Edgar gets out and walks away, fast, cursing under his breath. He rants, livid, thinking hard. As he passes a newsstand, he grabs the news vendor by the collar.
"Where do you keep your dead?" Edgar asked.
"I don't have any dead." The news vendor said, thinking.
"Where?!" Edgar exclaimed.
"I don't know, the city morgue!" The news vendor said, terrified.
Edgar shoves him away roughly. But before he leaves, his eye catches a postcard display marked 'LANDMARKS OF THE NEW YORK CITY AREA'. Edgar stares, fascinated, but we don't see what he's looking at. He reaches out and picks up a color postcard. Edgar raises it to his face, thinking, then shoves it in his pocket and hurries off.
"That's three for a dollar, sir!" The news vendor yelled.
As a crowd gathers around the Zap-Em Van, J tries using the standard cover-up…
"It was some light that refracted off of Venus... into some swamp gas... and that's what made the…" J said.
"All right, kid." K said.
"J. We need to go!" I said, worried.
Jay starts walking towards K and I, "Excuse me! What's up?"
"The Arquillians want the galaxy, whatever the hell that means." K said, looking over at me. "Jared, can you tell me?"
J, K, and I are walking away from the wreckage, while the MIB clean-up van arrives.
"Not without making the timeline worse." I said, shrugging.
"Alright. So no foreknowledge." K said. "We need help. A professional. Someone with years of experience in intergalactic politics. I just hope the little prick hasn't skipped town."
The crowd gathers near the new vehicle as one agent in a shiny suit with his neuralyzer out shouts in a bullhorn.
"May I have your attention? Thank you. If you'll gather over here. That's right, move in closer. That's good. If you look right here, I'd appreciate it. Thank you." The clean-up agent said.
Orchard Street…
K's LTD screeches to a halt in front of the kiosk on Orchard Street. J, K, and me leap out and J spots the vendor on the counter. He's wearing a dirty cardigan, watch cap, and fingerless gloves, his face aquiver with ticks and mannerisms. He has a small dog in front of him.
J rolls his eyes as they step up to the counter, "That is the worst disguise ever, that guy's definitely an alien. "
A voice answers J, but not the Vendor's.
"You don't like it, you can kiss my furry little butt." Frank said, scoffing.
J looks down. The voice is coming from the dog. This is Frank the Pug. K and I approach, motioning to J to make sure no one hears.
"Hey, Frank. Are you busy by any chance?" I asked, clutching the strap of my sling bag.
"Sorry, Jared, I can't talk right now, my ride's leaving in…" Frank said, and K grabs Frank. He yelps like, well, a dog. "Hey! K! Get your paws off me!"
"Call the pound. We got a stray." K said.
Passerbys glare at K, who appears to be seriously mistreating this poor little dog.
J tries to explain, "The, uh...dog owes our friend some money."
"Arquillians and bugs. What do you know?" K asked, looking at Frank.
"I know nothing. Why don't you ask Jared? Since he's the one that knows things." Frank said, looking over at me.
"Jared doesn't want to screw us over by telling us everything. Frank, how you do not know anything?" K asked, shaking Frank the Pug, trying to force an answer.
"Stop it. Okay, okay. Rosenberg wasn't some two-bit Arquillian. He was the guardian of a galaxy. They thought he would be safe here on earth." Frank said, frowning.
"Don't forget the bug had other plans." I said, looking down at the sidewalk.
"The galaxy is the best source for subatomic energy in the universe. If the bugs get their slimy claws on it, kiss the Arquillians goodbye."
"K. Don't forget to ask Frank about the belt!" I said, clutching the strap of my sling bag.
"Rosenberg said something about a galaxy on 'Orion's belt'. What's he talking about, Frank?" K asked, looking at Frank.
"Beats me." Frank said.
K shakes Frank the Pug once more.
"They're rehearsing a ventriloquist act." J said, as a person passed by.
"The galaxy is here." Frank said.
"Here?" K asked.
"The galaxy is hundreds of millions of stars and planets? How's it here?" J asked.
"You humans, when're you gonna learn that size doesn't matter? Just 'cause something's important, doesn't mean it's not very, very small." Frank said, smirking.
"How small?" K asked.
"Tiny. Like the size of a marble. Or a jewel. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to be walked before the flight." Frank said.
K lets go of Frank, turns to J, who is lost in thought.
"Frank. Get out of here." I said, looking over at Frank. "It's not safe."
"The galaxy's here. It's not on Orion's belt." K said, looking between J and I.
J suddenly notices Frank the Pug bark at a cat farther down the sidewalk, "K… Jared…"
(Open POV)
Morgue…
Laurel is working at a desk when suddenly Rosenberg's cat, Orion, leaps up onto it from nowhere, the way cats do, landing right in the middle of the file she's studying. Laurel jumps.
"Boy, when you want attention…" Laurel said, petting the cat. As she does, the cat's collar shines in the light. Laurel turns the name tag to face her. She looks at a precious jewel and the word 'ORION.' As it is written across the collar of the cat. "'Orion'. That's a pretty name."
Out in the corridor, a bell rings -- ding, ding.
Laurel notices something dangling from the cat's collar -- a marble that has a glowing thing inside it.
"What's this?" Laurel asked, peering into the jewel, and her face washes over with amazement. "Wow."
It's as if Laurel is sucked into another universe. Her face goes beatifically blank as she sails through a massive starfield. Edgar enters the morgue, shotgun in one hand. He gets to the bell on the countertop, bangs it over and over. Orion hisses, and rushes inside the morgue. The morgue attendant, Tony, emerges from a small security cage carrying a worn paperback copy of Atlas Shrugged and a fly swatter.
"Thank you for making sure the bell works." Tony said, happily.
Suddenly, quick as a gunfighter, Tony snaps the fly swatter down on a buzzing fly Edgar winces.
"What's up, Farmer John?" Tony asked, looking at Edgar.
"A man came in here earlier. A dead man." Edgar said.
"And this means what to me?"
"He was a very dear friend of mine. And I believe he had an animal with him. A gift I gave him, a pet cat that means worlds to me. I would like it back."
"I'll need a picture ID, written proof of ownership of the cat, or notarized proof of kinship with…" Tony said, frowning.
Whack! Tony flicks the fly swatter again, sending another bug to meet its maker. Edgar grits his teeth.
"…the deceased." Tony said, sadly.
"Don't -- do that." Edgar said, looking at Tony.
Whack! Still another fly goes down.
"Do what?" Tony asked.
"Don't -- do it." Edgar said.
Tony looks down, to where Edgar's hands rest on the counter. Half a dozen cockroaches stream out of his sleeve.
"Oh, man!" Tony said, ducking under the counter and coming up with two cans of bug spray.
Edgar exhales an inhuman growl, and Tony has a terrified look on his face.
(Jared's POV)
Outside the morgue…
K's LTD pulls to a stop in front of the morgue and J, K, and I jump out.
"Look, K, Jared, let me handle this one." J said.
"What?" K asked.
"All we gotta do is get a cat. It's not really that hard. But if you go in, K, you'll lay your Jack Webb on her. Flash your brain ray all in her face. She'll wind up with leukemia. She's a doctor. She don't need you flashing away half her med school classes. Five minutes." J said, looking at K.
"Two minutes!" K said, angrily.
"OK." J said, continuing into the morgue, leaving K and me waiting outside.
"So, wanna just kick back as J does all the fighting?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"It would be funny to watch." K said.
(Open POV)
Morgue…
Laurel slams into a wall on one side of the morgue, thrown there by Edgar.
Edgar leans in, close, furious, the driver's pistol in one hand, "Where is the animal?!"
"I told you, I don't know!" Laurel said, terrified.
Orion is running behind their backs.
"Let's see if we can find it." Edgar said, grabbing Laurel roughly and drags her across the morgue.
Then the bell and a voice from the corridor outside.
"Hello? Anybody here?" J asked, nearby.
Edgar stops. The bell dings again.
"Hello?" J asked, nearby.
In the corridor, J looks around. No Tony, no answer to the bell. He dings once more, then heads into the hall J comes into the morgue. Laurel is in there, standing right up next to an examination table, but there is no corpse on the table, just a sheet draped over it. She just stands there, in the middle of the room, staring at J.
"Uh, hi." J said, sadly.
"Hello." Laurel said, oddly.
"I'm Sergeant Friday, from the Twenty-Sixth precinct." J said, flashing a badge. "A cat came in here with a corpse the other day. 'Orion' on the name tag."
"Yes. That's right."
"Right, well, the cat is, uh -- the cat's a witness in a murder case and I'm going to need to take it with me."
"I don't know where the cat is."
"You don't?"
"No." Laurel said, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Maybe you could take me with you instead."
Jay looks at Laurel, "Damn, you do start fast, don't you?"
"I'd really like to go with you. Now." Laurel said.
J just looks at Laurel, amazed at the power he seems to have over this woman. Edgar is seen below the table, trying to see through the sheet, grabbing Laurel's ankle with one hand and clenching the gun with the other.
"And, uh, why exactly is that?" J asked.
K and Jared come down the stairs and into the morgue corridor. K checks his watch, then leans against the counter and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Jared leans against the counter, sipping on some bubble tea. The two waiting. Laurel seems to be going crazy. She seems irritated with him, but it doesn't go with what she's saying.
"I have something I need to show you." Laurel said, looking down, pointedly, in the direction of her waist.
Edgar does a heads up as if thinking 'Huh?'.
"Now slow down, you don't have to hit the gas like that." J said.
Laurel leans in and lowers her voice, "You don't understand. You really need to see this."
"I will, I will. One thing, I got to drive. It's not some macho trip. I'm saying that's the way I get down." J said, while Edgar is rolling his eyes down the table.
"Look…" Laurel said.
K pulls out a box of matches and strikes one on the side. He raises it to his cigarette, but as it draws close, the match goes out with a sizzle, hit from a gob of goo. K furrows his brow. Odd. He looks up, sharply.
"Oh. That explains why you were on the other side of the table." K said, looking over at Jared.
"I knew Tony was dead." Jared said, sadly. "If he was still alive. I would have distracted him."
Above K and Jared, Tony, the counter guy, is stuck to one high corner of the ceiling by an enormous wad of viscous, dripping fluid. He's dead, a frozen look of terror on his face and the can of Raid still clutched in his hand.
"Fair point." K said.
Laurel is at the end of her rope.
"Look, stud, I don't know how many more times I'm going to get to tell you this. There's something…" Laurel said, pointing, sharply, at the examination table directly in front of her. "…that you have to help me with."
J's smile vanishes as if he understands. Laurel nods positively, Edgar scoffs below. J reaches for the gun on his jacket. Orion suddenly attacks, leaping off the top of the cabinet and landing on top of the examination table. Edgar snaps an arm up and grabs the cat, turning the table. Laurel screams. K and Jared enter the morgue, holding pistols, getting right next to J already pointing the Noisy Cricket at Edgar, who holds the pistol under Laurel's chin, using her body to shield his own.
"Freeze it, Bug!" K said, angrily.
Edgar is walking backwards holding Laurel.
"You beetle get over here right now!" Jared said, aiming his pistol at Edgar.
"Christ, you are thick!" Laurel said, worried.
"How was I supposed to know!?!" J exclaimed.
"What did I have to do, sing it for you!?!"
"If you weren't coming on like some drunken prom date…"
"Oh, that's SO typical. Any time a woman shows the slightest hint of sexual independence, men just…" Laurel said.
"Everybody, shut UP!" Edgar yelled.
"Let her go, Shit Eater." K said.
"Listen, Monkey Boy, compared to you humans, I'm the top rung on the evolutionary ladder, so can it, all right?!" Edgar exclaimed.
"You're breakin' my heart. Show me your face and I'll cure all your ills."
"Have you ever pulled the wings off a fly?" Edgar asked, grabbing Laurel's neck. "You care to see the fly get even?"
"How far can you go with no ship? If that's what you call that space trash we got locked in the office." K said.
"Put the weapons down!"
"Not gonna happen. Stop bugging me." Jared said, while the Galaxy is hanging from Edgar's gun hand.
Edgar backs away with Laurel, further into the morgue, toward a glass window that looks out at the base of an air shaft. J, K, and Jared advance, slowly, cornering him.
"It's okay, Laurel!" J said, excitedly.
"How is it okay?!" Laurel exclaimed.
"I mean it's going to be okay!"
"Don't bet on it, meat sack." Edgar said, turning, leaping and crashes right through the window, into the air shaft, then leaps up over a railing. He races toward the nearby Manhattan Street.
J, K, and Jared duck into the air shaft and look up -- too far to climb, and the walls are smooth anyway. They turn and run back.
Outside the morgue…
Edgar, with Laurel, runs right in front of a cab, which screeches to a halt inches from them. J, K, and Jared rush out of the morgue.
Taxi…
Edgar reaches through the passenger side and pulls the Cabbie out the door. He then pulls the wooden seat-beads, throws them atop the Cabbie, and pushes Laurel in before him, leaving her behind the wheel. He then tosses a crown that was on the car panel on the cabbie before taking the seat and closing the door. Edgar shows Laurel the postcards he took from the display on the newsstand.
"Take me here." Edgar said.
"What?" Laurel asked.
"Take me!" Edgar yelled, revealing two bug mandibles inside his mouth, before slamming his foot on the gas pedal.
Laurel's head snaps back as the car rocks forward. The furious Cab Driver runs off after it, still yelling as he disappears around the corner. Edgar opens his mouth and swallows the icon, as Laurel stares in disbelief. He smiles. The car screeches out into traffic, swerving wildly as Laurel is forced to make a 90-degree turn. The car fishtails wildly, swiping an oncoming car as it straightens and heads into the traffic.
New York City…
A second later, K, J, and Jared rush out into the street. The cab is nowhere to be seen. J runs into the street, noticing the wooden beads and crown.
"He's in a cab!" J said, jumping down the rail and running towards the street.
K doesn't even change his expression as he walks the other way with Jared.
"J's so slow sometimes." Jared said, laughing a lot.
J is running down the street, where dozens of cabs are waiting at the intersection. He's running from cab to cab, and points his gun to one where there is a passenger in the front.
"Don't move! Don't move! Don't move!" J said, angrily.
Laurel and Edgar are nowhere to be found.
"Hey, man, what?" A passenger asked.
Up ahead the light turns green and the tide of taxis wash away, leaving J on the street. K stops the LTD right next to J.
"He's not leaving the planet in a cab. Let's go." K said, annoyed.
"Like, come on. You're wasting our time, J." Jared said, rolling his eyes at the back seat.
J enters through the front door. K drives away.
(Jared's POV)
MIB headquarters…
"Come with me." K said, looking at a technician walking past him, J, and me. "Put up a bio-net all the way around Manhattan; if it's not human, I don't want it to leave this island."
"Yes sir." The technician said.
"What do we hear from our friends upstairs?" K asked.
"Same thing: 'Deliver the galaxy'." Zed said.
"Well, he has the galaxy. But we have his ship." I said, sipping on my bubble tea. "Edgar the Bug has got to be looking for a way to leave Earth."
Just then, a loud alarm wails. We glanced at the Arquillian ship on the main screen.
"Warning. Protonic fusion detection. Warning. Protonic fusion detection." A computer voice said, and the Arquillian ship shoots a green beam at the North Pole.
"What the hell are they shooting at us for?" J asked.
"Arquillian battle rules, kid. First we get an ultimatum, then a warning shot, then we have a galactic standard week to respond." K said.
"'A galactic standard week'? How the hell long is that?" J asked, walking back to Zed, K, and I.
"An hour." I said, sipping on my coconut taro bubble tea.
"One hour? Then what?" J asked, while K looked at him with a silent smile as I looked down at the floor. The alarm sounds again as a new message appears on the screen, which reads: 'MIB, DELIVER THE GALAXY OR EARTH WILL BE DESTROYED... SORRY'. "Oh, that's bullshit."
"Look, Kids, to keep the bugs from getting it, the Arquillians will destroy that galaxy." K said, as a countdown with the words 'Earth Time Remaining' appears on the screen and begins ticking down from 60:00:00.
"And whatever planet it's on." Zed said.
"At least they aren't using the Earth for a profit by making the entire planet go nuclear and sell off its remains." I said, sipping on my bubble tea. "The Slitheen will do that. Don't worry, the Doctor and I will stop them. When they come in 2006."
"Of course you're thinking about the future." J said, looking at me. "You're talking about us."
"Sucks, huh?" Zed asked, chuckling.
"I'm pulling up the location of every interstellar vehicle within 100 miles." K said, as J walks away from the desk.
"I already did. Frank the Pug took the last ship."
"I did tell Frank to leave." I said, enjoying my bubble tea.
"Snedens Landing and Throg's Neck." K said.
"They're all gone." Zed said.
"What about Atlantic City?" I asked, pulling over a chair to sit in.
"Adios. Gone."
"All right. Bayonne?" K asked.
"Gone." Zed said.
"There's Three Mile Island." K said.
"Gone."
"Y'all." J said, annoyed.
"Staten Island? Will it be okay?" I asked, sipping on my bubble tea.
"Gone, thank God." Zed said, happily.
"Fellas!" J said, angrily.
"We're running out of time. If the bug leaves the planet with the galaxy, we're all bug food…" K said, sadly.
"Hey. Old guys!" J yelled, looking over his shoulder as he shouted at us. K, Zed, and me finally give him our attention as he turns toward something that just caught his eye. "Do those still work? "
We follow J's gaze, up, over the computer terminals to the two flying saucers at Queens from the very first alien contact.
(Open POV)
Queens…
The actual saucers are there; the taxi pulls up in front of the metallic model of the globe.
"You're coming with me." Edgar said.
"What?! Why?!" Laurel exclaimed.
"It's a long trip. I'll need a snack." Edgar said, dragging Laurel out of the cab, leaving a postcard of the World's Fair towers on the passenger seat.
(Jared's POV)
Ford P.O.S…
"Wait a minute. You're taking the tunnel?" J asked, while he, K, and I are driving to Queens.
"You know a better way to get to Queens?" K asked, looking at J.
"Man, that thing's going to be packed!" J said, worried.
"We are talking about the MTA." I said, and we took a right turn into the tunnel going in the direction of Queens. "That place is hell during rush hour and after a major event."
"Exactly. That's why it's hell." J said, annoyed.
We can see the backed up traffic straight ahead.
"Slick, do you remember the little red button?" K asked.
"Yeah." J said, happily.
"Push the little red button." K said, while J pressed the red button. "And you may want to put on a seat belt."
"He's right." I said, strapping my seat belt. "This is like going on the Autobahn in Germany."
"K. K!" J yelled, as the car transformed into a high-speed vehicle.
J screams as the car swerves and drives along the wall, and then along the ceiling of the tunnel, causing J to fall out of his seat and onto the roof.
"You know you're much too tense. You and Jared are young men. Slick, you need to relax, learn to take some joy in your work. Do you like music?" K asked, inserting Elvis Presley's 'Promised Land' into the cassette player; it immediately started playing. "That's better." He sings along with the song as Jay struggles to stand up. "All right, now."
"Aw, shit. Aw, damn!" J said, seeing a left turn arrow ahead. "K. K!" K swiftly turns the car to the left. "You do know Elvis is dead, right?"
"No, Elvis is not dead. He just went home." K said, and the car flies out of the tunnel where it turns upright and returns to normal, then drives right through a toll station beam.
"The Doctor tried to take me, Rose, and some friends of mine to New York to see Elvis at the Ed Sullivan Show." I said, while K throws a coin backwards, and it accurately lands in the slot. "But we ended up in London during Queen Elizabeth II's coronation."
Queens…
"You don't want to eat me." Laurel said, as Edgar carries her up the ladder toward one of the saucers. "I'm a very important person on my planet. Like a queen, a goddess, even. There are those who worship me. I'm not telling you this to try to impress you. I'm just letting you know that it could start a war."
"Good, war. That means more food for my family. All 78 million of them. That's a lot of mouths to feed, your Highness." Edgar said, smirking.
"You're a wonderful dad, but I'm staying here!" Laurel said, hitting Edgar then jumps to a nearby tree branch.
Edgar groans in frustration then continues climbing; Laurel watches as he reaches the top and enters the saucer through the underside.
Seconds later, J, K, and I arrive, parking right next to the abandoned taxi. K opens the trunk, revealing some heavy weapons, giving one of them to J and the other to me.
"Now that's what I'm talking about." J said, smiling.
"Roaches check in…" K said, loading his gun.
"But they don't check out." J said, simultaneously loads his gun.
"Let's slug it out." I said, simultaneously loading my gun.
K walks off; J and I follow.
(Open POV)
MIB HQ…
The agents are still calmly working, despite the dire situation.
"Warning. Eight minutes to the destruction of Earth." The PA said, as Zed, looking very worried, gazes at the screen as the timer continues to tick down. "Eight minutes to destruction."
Zed looks away and sighs, knowing the situation is very dire now, and that unless K, J, and Jared stop the Bug and recover the Galaxy, they're all doomed.
(Jared's POV)
Queens…
"Oh, you idiots! You don't get it. I've won. It's over. You milk-suckers! You don't matter! In fact, in a few seconds, you won't even be matter!" Edgar yelled.
"You're under arrest for violating sections 4-1-53 of the Tycho treaty." K said, looking at Edgar.
"So hand over whatever galaxy you might be carrying and step away from your busted-ass vehicle and put your hands on your head." J said.
Edgar points up and smiles as he walks down the landing ramp, "Let's see. I'll put my hands on... on my head."
We keep our weapons trained on Edgar as he puts his hands on his head.
"Like this?" Edgar asked, gripping an opening in the back of his head and pulling it apart, the rest of his body tears open as well, revealing big insect-like body parts.
J, K, and I stare in horror.
"And I thought seeing a Slitheen unzip itself to it's true form was creepy." I said, clutching the strap of my sling bag.
"K. Jared." J said, while we are face-to-face with the Bug's true form; it growls at us, we ready our weapons; the Bug extends a slimy substance from its mouth and uses it to pull our guns from our hands, swallowing the three guns whole, then knocks us aside. "That did not go at all the way I planned."
"J, whatever happens today, we can't let Edgar the Bug get on the second ship." I said, clutching the strap of my sling bag.
"What? What are you talking about?" J asked.
"Slick, Jared, keep him on this planet." K said, tapping the ground firmly.
"On it." I said, changing into my ghost form.
K gets up.
"K? K, where are you going?" J asked.
"I'm gonna get my gun back." K said, following the Bug as J groans and gets to his feet. "Hey. Hey, Bug! Wait a minute. I'm talking to you." He walks to step into the Bug's path. "Do you know how many of your kind I've swatted with a newspaper? You're nothing but a smear on the sports page to me, you slimy, gut-sucking intestinal parasite!" The Bug stares at Kay. "Eat me." K jumps up and shouts at the Bug. "Eat me!"
J and I looked on; the Bug snarls and bites down on K.
"K." J said, horrified.
The Bug raises its head skyward and uses its pincers to push K down its throat.
"Kay!" J cried, and a horrified Laurel watches from the tree branch; the Bug raises its head skyward with a triumphant roar; inside its stomach, K reaches for his gun. "Hey!"
J picks up a big rock and throws it at the Bug, hitting it in the head, causing it to growl angrily.
"This is going to last a while." I said, putting up a ghost shield nearby at the spot I want it to be. "I'll put this up and kick back and relax."
"What's up?" J asked, picking up a piece of debris from the crash landing. "You're just gonna eat and run, huh? What about dessert?!" He attempts to hit the Bug, only to get kicked aside. "That's it? Where are you going? This party's just getting started."
J walks to a burning branch and picks it up.
"Where you going? Where you going?!" J exclaimed, swinging the branch at the Bug, who dodges the flames. "Let me tell you something: there's only one way off of this planet, baby. And that's through me! And don't you dare think of hurting Jared Shay, he's the President of this world!"
The Bug slaps J, knocking him aside; he quickly rolls to avoid being stepped on by the Bug, and grabs a jagged piece of debris, intending to stab the Bug in the stomach with it; before he has a chance to, the Bug lowers its head and snarls at him, causing him to fall backwards.
"Yo!" J yelled, watching as the Bug started to climb the tower leading up to the second ship.
J quickly stands up and runs towards the Bug, jumping up to grab hold of its abdomen; the Bug glares at him as it growls and swings its abdomen, trying to shake him off, eventually sending him flying before he crashes into a dumpster; as he moans and gets to his feet, Laurel's tree branch snaps, causing her to fall to the ground; landing safely, she crawls away; the Bug continues climbing the tower.
"J. I put up a ghost shield near the second ship." I said, looking up at the ghost shield I made to try and stop Edgar the Bug from reaching the second ship. "It should stop him getting through."
"Hey. Where you going? Why you running, huh?" J asked, as Laurel rises from the bushes. "I'm still standing. Come on, bring it. Come on, bring it. Bring…" He sees two cockroaches on his sleeve; turning towards the dumpster, he sees a rusty spot around the bottom, and kicks it to reveal a bunch of cockroaches; he glances from the Bug to the cockroaches for a few seconds, then steps on one of them, causing a loud 'crunch' sound; hearing the sound, the Bug flinches and halts its ascent. "Uh-oh. I'm sorry." J points down at the cockroach he just squashed. "Was that your auntie?"
The Bug looks down at him with a livid facial expression.
"Oh, then that must mean, th-that's your uncle, then, huh?" J asked, pointing at another cockroach under his foot before squishing it too. "You know you all look alike." Peeved by J's teasing, the Bug descends from the tower, and begins to approach him; he grins. "Well, well." J steps towards the Bug. "Big Bad Bug got a bit of a soft spot, huh?" He crushes another cockroach, causing the Bug to open its mouth in rage. "See, what I can't understand is why you've got to come down here bringing all this ruckus, snatching up galaxies and everything."
Laurel watches in horror from the bushes as the Bug walks right up to J.
"My attitude is 'Don't start nothing'." J said, stepping on yet another cockroach. "'Won't be nothing'." He flattens another cockroach, then grins at the Bug, who extends its pincers, eager to rip him apart. "You need to ease up out of my face before something bad happen to you."
The sound of a gun cocking is heard, indicating Kay has retrieved his weapon inside the Bug; J glances at its stomach then looks it in the face as he grins and shrugs.
"Too late." J said, smirking.
The Bug looks at its stomach in horror; K fires his weapon, blasting the Bug's upper body off, splattering slime all over J and me.
"Ugh!" J said, reaching behind him and collects the galaxy as he, K, and I spit out some of the Bug's stomach juices.
"Zed, call the Arquillians, tell them we have the galaxy." K said, pulling out his communicator.
"You got it, friend." Zed said, over the communicator.
"Going to get your gun back, huh?" J asked.
"I like this gun." K said, patting his gun and puts his communicator away.
"Yeah, well. K, While you were in there and Jared was out here playing around, I was down here doing all the work." J said, and behind us, the Bug's upper body crawls towards us. "You know, first I had to beat him in the head with this big rock, then I was going to hit him with this two-by-four. He kicked me, you know, it hurt. But then I got to the fire. You know, I was like 'Yah!' with the fire."
"Not bad for your second day of work is it? Huh?" K asked, chuckling.
"Well, this definitely rates about a 9.0 on my weird shit-o-meter." J said, examining the galaxy.
"Should've been here for the Zeronion migration in 1968. Phew. I guess you weren't even alive in '68." K said, taking the galaxy from J and looking at it.
Suddenly, the Bug rises up behind J and attempts to devour him, before suddenly exploding, splattering us with more slime. K and I turned around.
"Yeah. I had enough today." I said, releasing electrical shocks out of my body, destroying Edgar the Bug. "It was really pissing me off."
"Interesting job you guys have. " Laurel said, smiling.
J glances at Laurel as he spits out some of the slime while K and I glance at him.
Outside MIB headquarters…
K, J, and I approach MIB headquarters as Laurel stands by our car.
"K, um…" J said, and he, K, and I stop halfway and face each other. "Look, I know we got these rules and everything. But, I was thinking, Jared, you did help us bust that Bug. Maybe we didn't have to flashy-thing Laurel." K takes out his neuralyzer. "K. Come on, man. Who's she gonna tell? She hang out with all dead people."
"J, Laurel's not getting neuralyzed. K is." I said, while K extends the neuralyzer.
"What?" J asked, chuckling.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?" K asked, looking up into the sky. J makes a movement indicating he doesn't understand what K is talking about. "The stars. I mean, I never look at them anymore, but they actually quite um…" J and I look up in the sky. "...beautiful."
"Uh, Kay... you're frightening your friend and your partner." J said, turning back towards K.
"I haven't been training a partner. I've been training a replacement." K said, looking at J.
"Wait a minute, K. I cannot do this job with Jared." J said, realizing where this is going.
"Hey, guys. My apartment isn't anywhere near here." Laurel said, as we turn to face her. "It's not even on the same island."
K extends the neuralyzer as J turns towards him then points at the dials on the back, explaining the time periods they represent, "Days. Months. Years."
K holds out the neuralyzer.
"Always face it forward." K said.
Jay extends his hand and takes the neuralyzer, "K…"
"I've just been down the gullet of an interstellar cockroach, kids. That's one of a hundred memories that I don't want." K said, and J and I look at him, realizing what he wants; we give him a nod, acknowledging that we understand.
"I know." I said, letting out a sigh. "I've been through that after Trenzalore."
J reaches into his suit, flips open his sunglasses and puts them on as I turn around in guilt.
"See you around, J, Jared." K said, looking between J and I.
"No. You won't." J said, holding the neuralyzer out towards K.
The neuralyzer flashes; as the flash recedes, an edition of the 'New York Post' with the headline 'DETROIT HAS CAR THAT DEFIES GRAVITY'. Under it is a subheading reading 'Proof of secret tests in New York's tunnels'. Another newspaper is thrown down, which has the headline 'N.Y. METS CENTERFIELDER SAYS: 'U.F.O. MADE ME MISS HOME RUN!'. Finally, what looks the National Enquirer appears with the headline 'MEDICAL MIRACLE! MAN AWAKENS FROM 35-YEAR COMA! Returns to girl he left behind'. In the lower right corner is K, wearing a flowered shirt and standing next to his wife; both of them are smiling brightly. J and I chuckle, happy to see that K is doing well, with the two of us folding up the newspapers. J puts on a new pair of sunglasses.
"Hey, J, Jared." Laurel said, happily.
J and I turn around, with J now wearing a new black suit, without a necktie. J is holding two hot dogs as I am holding a hot dog.
"Zed called. The High Consulate of Solaxiant 9 wants floor seats for the Knicks -- Bulls game." Laurel said.
Laurel is wearing a black suit with a necktie, now a member of the Men in Black, going by the name of Agent L.
"All right, let's put in a call for Dennis Rodman, he's from that planet." J said, as he and I are walking towards L.
"Rodman? You're kidding." L said, and J gave her one of the hot dogs.
"Nope." J said, happily.
"Not much of a disguise." L said, while we got in the car.
"Dennis Rodman is friends with a future leader of North Korea." I said, laughing a lot.
"You're kidding." L said, looking over at me. "Who's he going to be friends with?"
"Kim Jong Un. The son of Kim Jong Il." I said, as we drove off.
(Open POV)
Space…
Earth is in its orbit, and away from the Milky Way Galaxy, there is an alien playing a marble game with two spherical galaxies, which it then picks up and puts in a pouch along with numerous other galaxies.