(We see a photo of a man with pipe.)
Voice Over: And now here is a reminder about leaving your
radio on during the night. Leave your radio on during the night.
(Cut to redcoat.)
Redcoat: A little joke, a little jest. Nothing to worry
about ladies and gentlemen. Now we've got some science fiction for
you, some sci-fi, something to send the shivers up your spine, send
the creepy crawlies down your lager and limes. All the lads have
contributed to it, it's a little number entitled, Science Fiction
Sketch...
(Zoom through the galaxy to the solar system.)
American Voice: (very resonant) The Universe
consists of a billion, billion galaxies... 77,000,000,000 miles
across, and every galaxy is made up of a billion, zillion stars and
around these stars circle a billion planets, and of all of these
planets the greenest and the pleasantest is the planet Earth, in the
system of Sol, in the Galaxy known as the Milky Way ... And it was
to this world that creatures of an alien planet came ... to conquer
and destroy the very heart of civilization...
(Mix into close-up of railway station sign: 'New Pudsey'. Pull
out to mid-shot of a couple walking towards camera. They are
middle-aged. He wears a cricket blazer and grey flannels and a
carrier bag. She wears a fussy print dress.)
American Voice: (gently) It was a day like any
other and Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Brainsample were a perfectly ordinary
couple, leading perfectly ordinary lives - the sort of people to
whom nothing extraordinary ever happened, and not the kind of people
to be the centre of one of the most astounding incidents in the
history of mankind ... So let's forget about them and follow instead
the destiny of this man ... (camera pans off them; they both look
disappointed; camera picks up instead a swan little business man, in
bowler, briefcase and pinstripes) ... Harold Potter, gardener,
and tax official, first victim of Creatures from another Planet.
(Weird electronic music. Sinister atmosphere. Follow him out
of station. Cut-away to flying saucer, over day skyline. Back to
Potter as he walks up suburban road. Back to flying saucer. It
bleeps as if it has seen its prey and changes direction. Cut back to
Potter just about to open his front gate. Shot from over the other
side of the road. Cut to flying saucer sending down ray. Potter
freezes . . . shivers and turns into a Scotsman with kilt, and red
beard. His hand jerks out in front of him and he spins round and
scuttles up road in fast motion, to the accompaniment of bagpipe
music. Cut to close-up of newspaper with banner headline: 'Man turns
into a Scotsman'.)