E.T.

On planet Earth. The first extraterrestrials make contact with me. They look like gerbils. I have a translation device that works poorly. The Intel company is monitoring the gerbils' health. The gerbils say they are dying. Intel confirms that their protein levels are dropping because they are not processing food properly. They are living in my oven. I ask the gerbils if I may open the oven. They say I may. When I take them out they are lively and nibble my fingers as I hold them in my hands. Zoot is walking on the dining room table looking interested in the gerbils. I have to hold them up high to protect them from Zoot.