The Frisboids, a race of giant sentient frisbees,

The Frisboids, a race of giant sentient frisbees, decended from the saucer & slowly approached Central Park. The Municipal Frisbee Dog Corp. had trained for this moment.

Yet, they horribly bungled it. The giant frisbees were smarter than anyone had thought. They had used their giant frisbee machine to cut a swath of destruction never before seen.

This is what the disc jockey from Santa Barbara said over the radio. He pretended to give a news flash, giant man killing frisbees were attacking the beaches. Beach bums who had no

swim trunks on were doing power lunges in the surf. A giant ball of fire burned in the sky. Two dogs were having sex and the top one wanted to withdraw but couldn't. He was stuck.

One of the power-lungers, a veterinarian, ceased exercising and pointed at the coupling mutts. "Penis captivus," he suggested. The massive fireball blazed an aerial path towards

Earth as Nostradamus foretold. 'At the coupling of the hounds, To the Earth a comet is bound.' The vet & his super-toned friend struggled to separate the stuck dogs who objected

Another quote came to mind "two great men came to power but both will die before their hour!" If those dogs were not unstuck soon the vet and his pal will be toast, it had to be

my ability to channel Bob Barker. "Tell them to keep their pets spayed or neutered," Bob's spirit whispered to my soul. "I certainly will, Mr. Barker," I spoke out loud. The dogs

looked at me a last time with there eyes watering with tears. In just a couple of seconds they would be the last dogs to leave earths gravity. Their future laid on Pluto.