in some
sort of terrible nightmare.
Yeah?
Your nightmare or mine?
Good point.
So, I guess
I better be going.
Thanks again.
Bye.
Bye.
Listen?
You got someplace to go?
If I had someplace to go,
I certainly wouldn't be in Cleveland.
Come on.
Nice place.
Do you pay to live here?
It's cheap. The manager
of my band found it for me.
I suggest you find
a new manager.
I'd love to, but we got this damn
contract with this sleazoid.
He won't even give us
the money he owes us.
Come on in.
It's sort of a disaster area.
We've been working on
some new songs, you know.
See, the band's called
Cherry Bomb and, well...
we've been playing these grungy
mong-holes waiting for our big break.
You don't have any idea what
I'm talking about, do you Mister...
- Hello.
- Duck?
- It's Howard, thank you.
- Right, Howard.
Hi, I'm Beverly.
Listen, would you like
something to eat or drink?
Milk?
I could put it in a bowl.
Doll, I don't drink out of bowls.
You got a beer?
Beer?
Right, beer, right.
God, I can't believe this.
- I'll put you in a bowl.
- What?
Give me a break.
- What's this?
- It's a purse.
- I got it at a swap meet.
- Cute.
I'm sorry I'm so nervous. It's just
that I've never been around a...
I mean, I've never even had
any pets or anything, you know?
They seem like such a hassle.
You know, feeding them...
- cleaning up their little poo-poos.
- I'll try to be careful.
No, I didn't mean that you...
Look, why don't
you just sit down...
- Okay, why not?
- And make yourself at home.
- Make myself at home? I wish.
- Listen.
No, not again!
Howard, it's okay.
Are you all right?
- The chair started shaking.
- It was just a big truck going by.
A truck?
I knew that.
What I don't know is
what the hell I'm doing here!
It's like a bad trip. I mean,
talk about an identity crisis.
Yeah, what an awful
thing to happen.
Howard, I was
just kinda wondering...
does everybody
in your planet look like you?
- Obviously, why?
- No reason, just wondered.
So, what do you do back home?
You got a job? You go to school?
- I went to med school for a while.
- You went to med school?
Yeah, my parents
wanted me to be a doctor.
Plastic surgeon, making big bucks,
doing big jobs, tail tucks.
- What happened?
- I dropped out.
And I decided to educate myself
in the real world, on the streets.
So, I wrote songs at night
and did construction work by day.
That sounds great.
You know, I write songs too.
- What kind of...
- Listen, it doesn't matter.
It was all a pipe dream.
I got so tired of everyone saying...
"Grow up, Howard".
I guess I finally did.
Last month I got what
they call a "promising job".
- Yeah? Doing what?
- Advertising copywriter.
Only two things touch my feathers,
this "Oil of Night Fowl" and him.
I wrote that.
Howard, it sort of sounds
like you sold out.
Maybe. But sometimes
I still get this feeling...
there's some kind of
special destiny waiting for me.
Howard, that's it.
Maybe that's why you're here.
- What?
- I mean, I believe that...
there are no accidents
in the Universe.
Maybe you're here
for some greater purpose.
- Some cosmic cause.
- Are you nuts?
I got no intention
of being stranded here.
I gotta get back.
How, is another matter.
Yeah, right.
We got get some help.
But, Howard...
Geez.
Howard?
What am I gonna
do with you, Ducky?
- This is humiliating.
- I just don't want people...
- freaking out all over the place.
- What about me?
I'm gonna have to see
a psychiatrist every day...
- for the rest of my life.
- Relax, we're almost there.
- Goody.
- Phil's a scientist. He can help.
- Howard, this isn't working.
- Tell me about it.
Can I give you
a hand with that.
- No, we're doing...
- What's in the bag?
I'm doing just fine,
thank you very much.
Let me out of here.
- Excuse me. Can I help with that?
- No!
Yes!
Why are we stopping?
- Hi.
- Hi, Beverly.
We had an appointment.
We got here as fast as