The Monsters are Due on Maple Street
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- MAPLE ST.
- Maple Street, USA. Late summers. A calm, quiet neighborhood full of backyard barbecues, front porch gliders, women chatting, and the ring of an ice cream vendor.
- MAPLE ST.
- I'll cut through the backyard...See if the power's still on Floral Street. I'll be right back.
- Doesn't make sense. Why should the power go off all of a sudden, and the phone line?
- MAPLE ST.
- I'll go walk downtown
- I'll go with you, Charlie.
- ???
- Whoever was in that thing came by overhead. They don't want you to leave.
- What if he's right? Go on, Tommy.
- You're crazy. There's no way.
- One of us isn't like the others. They look exactly like humans. They are here until the monster's ship lands.
- It's Charlie! The lights went on in his house!
- WE HAVE TO KILL THE MONSTER.
- It's Mr. Goodman! How did his car start?!
- ?
- No, it's not me!
- !
- He was so quick to accuse, it must be Mr. Brand.
- I've seen him up at night, staring at the stars. He was looking for something!
- Just stop a few of their machines and radios and telephones and lawn mowers. They pick the most dangerous enemy they can find...and it's themselves.
- No, of course not. Watch them destroy themselves. Then we'll move on to the next.
- And this Maple Street is not unique? This happens everywhere?
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