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Huntin' for Extraterrestrials - Part One
copyright 2006 – Murphy



Every week, I give local history talks at the Legion in Seemyville. It's well attended. Since it's a big hit there, I thought I would share a story with my Internets friends. Ha! Internet friends...

There are eight (8) parts to the stpry.

Stumpville has a long and fascinatin' history of alien visitations. This story has extraterrestrials, the RCAF (Royal Canadian Air Force) and Jimi Hendrix in it! Yes, it really does!

I broke it up into little chunks 'cause people these daze don't like readin' too many words. Especially you! It was proposed for a mini series on CBC, but the executives there are mostly illiterate.
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Huntin' for Extraterrestrials - Part One
copyright 2006 - Murphy

Extraterrestrials are a subject that rarely comes up in conversation around Stumpville. I don’t think that anybody knows or cares about stuff like that. The only information we get is from television or the movies. Some of the locals say that there are aliens walkin' around town right now. That's fine, and as long as they don’t cause any trouble, then it’s okay with me too.

There is one exception to folks not mindin' about aliens - Edna. She owns the restaurant and is terrified of any movies with creatures from space in them. She can handle Frankenstein, the Mummy and the other monsters that come from earth, but no space aliens!

We didn’t really know about her phobia until after she come back from the movie theatre in Seemyville. Her husband took her out for supper and to see a movie. It was a 1958 film classic - The Blob - the main feature at the Seemyville Bijou.

Indescribable... Indestructible! Nothing Can Stop It!

Apparently nothin' could stop Edna either. As soon as she saw that gelatinous lump leap onto its first unsuspectin' earthlin', she went screamin' out the front door. And that, my friends, is precisely why you cannot get Jello at Edna’s Restaurant anymore. I shudder to think what would have disappeared from the menu if she had seen ‘Attack of the Killer Tomatoes’.

We had a strange thing happen here a few years back. One afternoon, two green trucks filled with air force guys pulled up outside of Edna’s Restaurant. The vehicles parked in front and five guys got out for lunch. The people standin' on the sidewalk stared at this odd-looking group, as they filed into the buildin'. The diners inside all went silent and watched, as those military guys sat down.

End of Part 1.

Huntin' for Extraterrestrials - Part 2
copyright 2006 – Murphy



They didn’t talk to any of the locals, just ordered some food and quietly chatted. It was obvious that they simply wanted to eat and be left alone. On the other hand, we had a hockey sock full of questions! It was usual having military people around.

We bombarded them with questions like,

“Do those uniforms itch?”
Answer - “Only when we wear ‘em.” Or,

“Why does the air force wear blue uniforms?”
Answer - “The other colours were already taken…” And,

“Would they disband the air force if they invented a flying submarine?”
Answer - “No, we’d just take over the navy.”

Oh.

After ten minutes or so, the mayor showed up. He wanted to know what was going on, so he walked over to the person in charge and said, “Are we going to be attacked?”

“No.”

“Did a plane crash?”

“No.”

“Looking for Klaatu Barada’s necktie?”

“What?!?”

“Never mind.”

“You know, if you fellows need anythin’, just let me know. I’m the mayor. The name’s Tom Cowan (the mayor preceedin’ Charlie Davidson - Murphy). I can put you in touch with anyone locally who might be able to help with, with, well, whatever it is that you may need help with, but haven’t talked about yet…”

The air force officer in charge, stood up and introduced himself as Major John David. He seemed worried and asked if I’d seen any strangers in town.

“No, can’t say as I’ve seen anyone that doesn’t belong here…” Right then, the mayor’s face went white and he pointed right at the major. “Wait a minute! It’s aliens isn’t it? You think that we’ve got creatures from outer space here!”

Every head in the place turned to listen. Then Tom went quiet and whispered to the major,

“Do you think that they are disguised as humans? If they are, maybe they’re slowly takin’ over our bodies and substitutin’ the real people with giant zucchinis, like in that film about body snatching! We could arm some of the townsfolk, but I couldn’t be sure that they weren’t already possessed, or taken over, or whatever you call it…”

“Look, Mr. Cowan, I’m going to need your assistance, but I’d like to talk to you privately. Not in public, you know? Do you have an office?”

End of Part 2
 

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Dunno. It was there a minute ago...then it was gone!

Wat a minute! It was either the government, or the aliens, or an alien government...

Huntin' for Extraterrestrials - Part Three
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“Look, Mr. Cowan, I’m going to need your assistance, but I’d like to talk to you privately. Not in public, you know? Do you have an office?”

Bein’ mayor of a place like Stumpville was pretty dull usually, so when somethin’ like this happened, a fellow had to take advantage. Tom puffed up his chest and said,

“Yessir, I do. And don’t you worry, I understand completely. We wouldn’t want to start a panic.” Then Tom gave the officer a wink and a thumbs up. “We can go to my private office at city hall…” he whispered.

“City hall? I didn’t see it driving into town…”

“Well, it’s actually an old storage room around the back of the gas station, beside the washroom…but it’s quiet, and I got my own private parking spot!”

“I see...Well then, how about meeting this afternoon at three? We can discuss all of this. You probably have a bunch of questions. Rest assured, I will answer all of them. And please don’t worry. There’s nothing weird or mysterious about any of this. Until then.”

And with that, the major and his men left.

Tom could hardly wait until three. His mind raced, wonderin’ what strange circumstance had brought the air force to Stumpville. Was it some military experiment gone horribly wrong? Nah. There wasn’t any equipment in the back of their trucks. He said that we weren’t goin’ to be attacked and no plane had crashed. There wasn’t much else with which the military would be involved.

It just had to be aliens. The major was acting nervous and wanted help. That had to be it. An invasion force of aliens! Right around here!

It made perfect sense. Remote communities like Stumpville are ideal places for extraterrestrials to land, explore and set up secret headquarters. They can spy on us with less chance of bein’ discovered, and it’s harder for any earth governments to catch them. How long have they been here? Could this be the reason why Edna Tremblay is so scared of aliens? Maybe she knows something we don’t!

End of Part 3

Huntin' for Extraterrestrials - Part Four
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It didn’t take long for word to get around about the air force bein’ in Stumpville. The whole town drove by or stopped at the restaurant to check out the funny lookin’, military men. If they were lucky, maybe find out why they were there.

Tom looked at the clock. 2:57pm. There was a knock on the door. He opened it and found that air force guy standin’ alone in a puddle of motor oil.

“Oh! I’m sorry about that. I really should have cleaned that up…”

“Never mind the oil, Mr. Cowan. Shall we step inside?”

Tom closed the door and sat down at his desk. The major looked him straight in the eye and said,

“Weather balloons. What do you know about them Mr. Cowan? Has anyone reported any strange objects floating around in the sky lately?”

Weather balloons? Why would the military be interested in them? Why all the secrecy? Tom thought that this couldn’t possibly be the real reason.

“Major, where are the aliens? You folks wouldn’t roll into town quietly and ask me for a private meetin’ if the only thing you was after was a weather balloon.”

He looked at the officer and continued, “In 1966, the RCAF (Royal Canadian Air Force) came here, lookin’ for flying saucers. They carted off at least five alien bodies you know. We didn’t believe it at first because Crazy Joe found the crash site. He reported it to the OPP (Ontario Provincial Police) and the next thing you knew, the whole area was swarmin’ with police, the military and that celebrity guy from a few years ago…”

“William Shatner?”

“No, Pierre Berton. He showed up wantin’ to interview everyone for a new book about aliens and the railroad. It’s said that he come here because we were considered the wild frontier. A secret world. But he did say that our stories were worth repeatin’.

“Fascinating. Mayor, who is Crazy Joe?”

End of Part 4
 

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Huntin' for Extraterrestrials - Part Five
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“Fascinating. Mayor, who is Crazy Joe?”

“Oh him. He’s an older fellow that lives in the bush, outside of town. He’s been ‘touched by the angels’, if you know what I mean. Joe only shows up to buy supplies. He comes into town and buys the basics - cornmeal, gunpowder, ham hocks and guitar strings. He doesn’t like folks to know that he’s around. See, he only appears when the fog’s as thick as peanut butter!”

The major seemed confused. He gave Tom a long look and said, “Don’t you mean pea soup?”

“No, I mean peanut butter. You sound like my son-in-law Hermie.”

“Mayor, I’d really like to talk to this Joe guy. He sounds like the type that knows what’s going on around here. Savvy enough to spot anything unusual. Where would I find him?”

Tom had to be careful. He didn’t want to be left out of the loop, especially if there was aliens around. It was good bein’ the mayor because you were always in on important stuff like this. But, things like this didn’t happen too often, so a person had to take advantage. Besides, Tom had to appear to be on top of things. Image was everything.

“You’ll always find Joe wanderin’ around in the bush, or on one of the logging roads that circles either the Stumpville River or Lake Ransid. He won’t come to strangers though. I better go with you. And I wouldn’t bring your men. They’ll spook him. Oh, one other thing: It would be best if you brought some candy bars. Joe loves chocolate.”

Major David frowned. He didn’t like the idea of leavin’ his men alone in a strange town. Still, bein’ in Stumpville was definitely better than workin’ in Ottawa. Things may be unusual here, but they were downright creepy in the nation’s capital.

“I suppose a meeting with just the three of us would be best. I’ve got to get things squared away with the men. Would tomorrow morning at ten o’clock be good?”

End of Part 5

Huntin' for Extraterrestrials - Part Six
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“I suppose a meeting with just the three of us would be best. I’ve got to get things squared away with the men. Would tomorrow morning at ten o’clock be good?”

“Works for me. Don’t forget to pack a lunch.”

The meetin’ was over. Tom showed the major out and decided to head over to the Legion. A couple of beers and some conversation would be just the ticket to finish the day. He knew that the guys would pepper him with questions. The major didn’t say anythin’ about keepin’ their meetin’ a secret, so he figured to give the guys an explanation of what happened. But not too much! If he played his cards right, this could turn out to be another big event with him at the centre. After all, publicity was important. He was the mayor!

Ben Riengeutte was the first person to see Tom when he got to the Legion. Ben’s life as an inventor meant that he had read a lot of weird stuff. Strange stories about alien encounters, secret government organizations and people disappearin’ fascinated him. It was no wonder that he cornered the mayor at the bar.

“Come on Tom! I know what this is all about. I read all about Canada’s contributions to extraterrestrial research. Is that air force guy from CERI*? Where are the aliens? Has anyone been abducted? Well?”

Ben stared at Tom, impatiently waitin’ for a response.

“It’s nothin’ like that Ben. Come on! And what’s CERI? All that guy wants to do is talk to Joe…”

“You mean Crazy Joe? Geez Tom! Who else would know about the comin’s and goin’s of the spacemen! I’ll bet that those air force guys are from CERI and are here to investigate all the weird lights and the kidnappin’s!”

Ben was getting’ wound up and when that happened, you just had to let him go until he tired out.

“And you know about CERI! I’ve told you a million times! It stands for the Canadian Extraterrestrial Research Institute. It’s been around since the early 1970s. CERI started in some scientist’s living room in Toronto. Eventually, he got an office at the University of British Columbia. These days it’s in a three storey buildin’ on one hundred and four acres just outside of Surrey! It’s a well-known fact that Canada’s intellectuals live on B.C.’s lower mainland.”

Tom just rolled his eyes and said that nothin’ was gonna happen until tomorrow. As much as he wanted to tell everyone what happened, Ben wasn’t the best audience. He asked too many weird questions. Luckily, the other legion members saw the two men talkin’ and came over. That would keep Ben occupied. Tom spent a couple of hours buildin' up the mystery and promised to fill everyone in later on.

* Canadian Extraterrestrial Research Institute

End of Part 6

Huntin' for Extraterrestrials - Part Seven
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Next mornin’, Tom and the major drove to the edge of town. Each of them carried a chocolate bar in order to bait Joe into the open. It didn’t take long.

“Wait right there! Don’t come no closer!” That was the unmistakable, high-pitched tone of Crazy Joe, standin’ in the road, pointing an old 303 rifle.

“Oh, for gosh sakes Joe, it’s only me!” Tom knew that Joe wouldn’t shoot anyone, but had to say somethin’ to calm the major. When he saw a man with a rifle standin’ there, the major froze on the spot. Tom continued, “How you been, Joe? I brought a fellow up here to meet you. He might look strange and all, but he’s harmless. He’s in the air force…”

“I seen them guys drive into town. You here to steal my land?”

“No sir.”

“Good, ‘cause I don’t own it anyways!” And Joe started laughin’. It was a strange, half-crazed howl that helped him get his nickname. “Come on over Tom. Did ya bring any chocolate?”

“Yes we did.” Tom placed the chocolate on a rock and Major David followed suit. “I haven’t seen you in town lately. What have you been up to? Mind if we sit down?”

“Geez Tom, don’t sit there in the open! Them space critters will see ya and come snoopin’ around for a closer look! Come here under the trees! Up until a few weeks ago, they was only flyin’ around at night. Lately, it’s been 24 hours a day. I’ll bet that’s why you brung that military man. Speak up General!”

“It’s major actually. Major John David. I’m with Air Force Operations of the Canadian Forces Weather Office. Sometimes referred to as the meteorology or Met section…”

End of Part 7

Huntin' for Extraterrestrials - Part Eight
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Joe stared at him and said,

“Oh yeah? You really expect me to believe that, don’t ya general? Well, I weren’t born yesterday you know! I been watchin’ them space ships flyin’ around here for years. When I first reported them things, the air force showed up, took all my evidence and left me holdin’ the bag. Ever since, the people in town have called me ‘Crazy Joe’ ‘cause you guys said that there was no space critters here. It was just weather balloons. Horse hockey! Come back to finish me off did ya?”

“No, no. It’s nothing like that sir. We just lost a balloon with a small computer on board and were hoping that you might have seen it. That’s all.”

After listening to him, the major realized why the townspeople said he was kooky. ‘Crazy Joe’ wasn’t playing with a full deck.

“Okay general, just keep your distance. I heard all about them outer space, mind suckin’ machines! One minute you’re fine. The next, they point one of them things at you and ‘ZAP!!’ you don’t even know who you are. They throw you into their space ship and take you away. No sir, that ain’t gonna happen to me! How you feelin’ Tom?”



Things weren’t going well. Joe was worked up. Even the chocolate and polite talk didn’t seem to help. Tom wanted to help that air force guy, so he tried a different approach.

“I’m fine Joe. Right as rain. Hey, you done any fishing? I here the pickerel are running down at the narrows. It should be easy to catch a few, fishing off the dam…”

“Don’t bother Tom. I see them space aliens got to you too.” Joe shook his head in disappointment and said, “They used the mind control machine on ya, in order to find me. Now that we’ve had a chance to talk, I can see that they’ve probably taken over the whole town! Tom, you and the general had best go away. I ain’t cozyin’ up to no invaders from outer space. I don’t rightly know what to do, but I ain’t hangin’ around here to get brain sucked!”

With that, Joe ran toward the trees. The major called after him, laughin’. And his physical appearance was changin’ too. He was actually an alien! Joe was right.

“Don’t run away Joe! We’ll find you no matter where you are! You can run, but you cannot hide!”

Then he started singing part of Jimi Hendrix song called ‘Hey Joe’.

“Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna run to?
Hey Joe, I said, where you gonna run to now?
Where you, where you gonna go?

Well okay, I made that last part up. The stuff about the major bein’ an alien and everythin’. The truth is, the end of that story was pretty borin’. Joe had the weather balloon stashed at his cabin and gave it to the major. Since the major wouldn’t have to look for the balloon, he decided to sit down and relax. They spent the rest of the day talkin’ about huntin’ and fishin’, drinkin’ beer and eatin’ chocolate.

At least, that’s what Joe said had happened. The events of much of the afternoon were fuzzy, according to Tom. Apparently the alcohol was too much for him and he passed out. When he woke up, the major and the weather balloon was gone.

“Man, I must have had too much to drink. Hey Joe, what happened to Major David?”

Joe looked at Tom with a strange smile and said, “Who?”
 
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Roughly I grabbed her heaving shoulders, pulling her onto the bed hurried, and ripping off her thin, white lace nightie. "Oh my God!" she cried, "It's too big! I can't take it all!"

Just at that moment, there was a knock at the door. It was old Nick the sea captain. He was a rough, tough, jolly sort of fellow, who loved the life of the sea, and loved to hang out down by the pier, where the men dressed as ladies.