They call for a time-out…

MA-1:

There is something different the way we do it. Earthmen have different expressions on their faces, while we don’t!

SA-1:

That’s the reason we have to mingle with them to find out what causes the expressions on their faces to change, and why.

MA-2:

Okay, so when do we go to Earth and how many of us will go?

SA-1:

Only three. You, MA-1 and myself. We leave on the next Earth day.

EXT. – EARTH, HOLLYWOOD, L.A. CALIF. – DAY – MONTAGE

On Earth, MA-1 is disguised as an almost white African-American (Vin Diesel type); MA-2 is a Caucasian (Adam Sandler type), and SA-1 as a mix race (Danny de Vito type). Their bodies are not changed in size. Their voice boxes were implanted with a device that can make human beings hear them. MA-1 and MA-2 are wearing denims, basketball shoes and loose T-shirts. SA-1 wears black slacks, collared-shirt and basketball shoes. They land in a lightly populated area . . .

SA-1:

(Looking around)

They landed us here in Los Angeles (California) because our crew monitored that a lot of TV broadcasts seem to come from this area.

MA-2:

(Curious at the surroundings)

We have to walk the streets, their lanes are not like ours.

On the main highway, the aliens see an SUV cruising leisurely coming their way. Their crew did not detail riding on earth vehicles, and think it runs automated.

MA-1 stands right on the middle of the lane, and facing the oncoming SUV.

SA-1:

Yah, that might be the right way to get into those things. We don’t have to walk.

The SUV’s driver honks his horn and flashes his head lights to warn the alien.

MA-2:

Hey, maybe that’s the sign that we could ride that thing!

The SUV screeches to a full stop. The driver with his head out yells to the alien.

SUV DRIVER:

(Fuming mad)

HEY, YOU ASSHOLE! IF YOU WANNA DIE, DON’T INVOLVE ME! SHIT! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!

The driver then moves his SUV around MA-1 and speeds away making a dirty finger to the alien.

SA-1:

Hey, did you see that? It’s just like one those we see on screen.

(Gesturing a dirty finger)

I wonder what this means…

MA-1:

(Walking in the direction the SUV went)

So, that’s not the way how to get into those things. We should be back on our way.

The two other aliens follow MA-1. A few more speeding vehicles pass them, then an old model pickup truck slows down alongside them…

PICKUP DRIVER:

(A hillbilly man)

H’ya fellas! Looks ya going mah way, d’ya wanna lift?

SA-1:

Yes. We will appreciate it very much!

PICKUP DRIVER:

Well then, hop in! Two hyar “n front an” one at the rear!

Both MAs ride in front and SA-1 at the back, having difficulty getting on.

MA-1:

(Referring to SA-1)

It fits you there! Just right for your height to hold on to the handlebars. Just like home, huh?

SA-1 holds on to the rollbars, nods in agreement to MA-1. The truck carefully gets back into the lane.

PICKUP DRIVER:

(glancing at MA-2 in the middle)

So, where might ya guys be from? New around hyar?

MA-2:

(Looks at MA-1)

Yes.

PICKUP DRIVER:

What’s up?

Both aliens simultaneously look up at the truck’s ceiling then look at each.

MA-2:

(Pointing to the ceiling)

You mean this?

The pickup driver bursts into laughter for their innocent looks.

PICKUP DRIVER:

HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA… ya guys are somethin’… ya guys are funny!!!