It is a warm summer night in the suburbs of Northern California. All seemed to be calm and at peace, at least at first glance. In the air something seemed to be amiss with the world order. The stars in the night sky twinkled blankly and expressionless as if to signify that something out of the ordinary was about to occur. A slight breeze caused a sudden disturbance among the treetops, or at least that was what it seemed it was.
Through the gnarled branches of the tall redwood trees something blindingly bright penetrated the night sky in the blinking of an eye. A small noise, followed by streaks of stray light, further acknowledged its presence.
Down upon the forest floor, in the clearing a giant ornamentally designed Mothership had come to rest in it. A door was opened and extended outward to make a ramp. Light poured from within the ship and a small figure emerged from it moving in a peculiar waddling fashion.
Two huge glowing red eyes scanned the area as the little figure stepped down from the gangplank and into the forest clearing. After a few moments he turned back towards the spaceship and flashed a bright dark yellow glow from the center of his chest. In response to it, several other small figures that looked exactly like him began clambering down the ship's ramp.
He spoke to them then in a strange, eerie sounding alien tongue. "The coast is all well and clear here. No sign of human beings about. Though should we encounter any of them... we'll know what to do with them, won't we?"
His fellow creatures snarled in an agreeing reply as they bared their long razor sharp teeth and held up their equally long and sharp glowing fingernails.
The leader chuckled malevolently. Then he said, "Now I command you all to disperse into the forest and search for the target of our mission here, should any creature, big or small, get in your way, just bring it here as well."
So then the squat aliens waddled away into the dark forest. As they did so each one of them began emitting a hypnotic humming noise which carried through the air throughout the area. In the distance ahead of them, a rabbit that was running toward its burrow stopped short and stood stiff as if paralyzed. At the same time this happened to a raccoon mother who was scurrying back to her babies, and to a squirrel who was gathering nuts beneath one of the trees, and an owl who was hooting contentedly stopped and stared wide-eyed and frozen stiff.
A few hours went by and then as the very first light rays of dawn began to streak across the sky the leader of the troupe of aliens went up to the top of the gangplank, and raising his long frail arms outward as the yellow light in his chest glowed vibrantly he summoned his troops back to the Mothership.
For a moment in time, all them were paralyzed themselves by the fierce radiation of their captain's summoning. Then they slowly looked up with their large, expressive red eyes and began their orderly procession back up into the spaceship.
Once they were all on board the ship again the captain looked at them with a blending of disappointment and displeasure.
"Well, I can see you haven't found our target in question," he grumbled.
"No, but we did bring some food though, Captain," said one of them. "And, I hope you don't mind, I had a small snack when I was out." His long sharp teeth and nails were dripping with what seemed to be freshly spilled blood.
In their arms the alien troops were holding various animals that made no struggle to escape from them at all, they only stared blankly with their bodies frozen stiff. There was a raccoon, a squirrel, a rabbit, an owl, and a few small birds.
"Ah, I see. Very good," said the captain, nodding approvingly. "We'll have our meals now and then tonight at the first rays of twilight we'll begin our search anew."
"Captain, I do not mean to be impertinent," said one of the troops, "but are you certain the Brodo Asogian in question is still here on Earth? I mean, according to the space-and-time frame it has been about five Earth years since we received the transmit signal from him. For all we know he's either dead or has returned home to his planet."
"Of course, I'm sure!" snapped the captain. "I know these Brodo Asogians well, and they have a way of surviving in the most inhospitable conditions. If he's here we'll find him for certain, and when we do we will have him and his home planet right where we want them."
"They will have no choice but to surrender to us, because they will do anything to prevent the mutilation of one of their own!" concluded one of the troops with a very malignant grin.