Chicago

meet me at the river. which bridge, wabash. how will I recognize you? I'll be the one with the briefcase full of cash. what color briefcase? dude. the bills will be spilling out of it. got it. green. I'll be there.

he's in the store. what's he doing there? I dunno. buying something. you're paid to know these things. hey, maybe it's his wife's birthday. he ain't buying for his wife. how do you know? he's in a victoria's secret. oh, yeah.

look at 'em out there. completely clueless. it's true, sire. as soon as night falls, we break out of this tin can and take over their city. brilliant, master. in the meantime, let these yokels stare at the so-called 'art.' excuse me, your awesome. where is the bathroom? what? you have to go? there's no bathroom aboard this vessel! you'll just have to hold it! I'm afraid I cannot. the long trip has taxed my capacity, sire. dammit, sherman! if I let you out, your tentacles and eye-stalks will be a dead giveaway! our plan for world domination will be shot to hell! it's my weak constitution, master. dammit! well, go up on top. maybe these morons will think you're a fountain. I'll do my best, o wise one.

one floor down. one window over. got it? yeah. oh man, do I ever. ok, what are they doing? there's no way to describe it. ok. I'm sending in the A-team. this has gone on long enough. but you just have to admire it, know what I mean? on some level, I see it. but not now. they're history. too bad. it's perfect. all good things must come to an end. including printing untraceable, perfect counterfeit bills. it almost makes me want to cry. have a donut. you'll get over it.

what are we doing here? waiting. for what? for something to happen. like what? like someone or something to emerge from this thing. then what? that depends. either we say 'who the fuck are you?' or we run like hell. neither of those sounds too pleasant. that's why they pay us the big bucks.

how far to where we're going? it's across town. we'll grab a cab. you sure he'll be there? he better be. but what if he ain't? we'll wait up for him. then it's a good thing I brought my puzzle book. damn, I forgot mine.

is this the train to clarksville? yes. in fact it's the last train to clarksville. really? you mean I finally get to be in a monkees song? does that make your life complete? oh my god yes. good for you.

where'd it come from? outer space, they say. it just appeared. is it dangerous? I'm not touching it, that's for sure.

movement at 300 yards, sir. notify recon. they're tracking. can you identify? enemy, sir. in loose formation. they're flying. ok, engage. but watch out for those stingers. do they die when they sting, sir? negative. these are not bees, dammit. they're huge, nasty, alien bugs, don't forget it. whatever you say. and they're hard to kill with one shot. yes, sir. and they fucking stink too.