Aliens Meet Repo Man

I dump my tank car and repo the double bonus vehicle. I don’t waste no time, but put the pedal to the metal and head for Acme, with my prize.
The former owners of the vehicle come running out into the street and shoot at me, with some kinda strange gun. I got no idea what kinda gun it is, but it don’t shoot bullets. Instead, it shoots some kinda magic light or somethin’. The light stops the engine in the double bonus vehicle and the double bonus vehicle coasts to a stop. The light also knocks me out cold.
Okay, I wake up in the gutter, next to the double bonus vehicle, while the once again owners of the double bonus vehicle chitter at each other. I find out that the owners of the vehicle are not human people. The owners of the vehicle are some kinda strange thing, like you see in a science fiction, movie. They are not human people, but they are also not monsters. The owners of the vehicle look something like human people, but they have slightly large heads and also really large eyes.
The aliens (that’s what they call ‘em on TV anyways) are apparently having some kind of argument among themselves.
(I suspect that the aliens aint too happy about me repoing their vehicle. I suspect that the aliens also aint too happy about me knowing that they are aliens. The situation does not look good for repo guy.)
I suspect that the aliens may just decide to shoot me with some kind magic ray that will dissolve me, (or whatever,) so I decide to disappear. (The ability to disappear is one of the kinda things a repo guy has to learn on the job. A professional repo guy either quickly learns the art of just disappearing or he never learns. If the owner of a repo vehicle catches a repo guy, the best that the repo guy can hope for is a fist fight. The worst that the repo guy can expect, you don’t wanna know about. Neither do I.
When an 18 wheeler blasts past on a nearby frontage road and distracts the aliens, I roll over a curb and down a little embankment. When I hit the bottom of the embankment, I make with the feet. I’m movin’ like some kinda Olympic sprinter guy, which is just as well. Close by there’s a large, angry dog, of the kind that they turn loose inside a factory at night, and big doggie is looking for something to kill. Okay, the doggie has escaped from the factory and is roaming about, looking for something to kill. The hound may be willing to just settle for a little snack of blood rare repo guy. I don’t wanna be a little snack of blood rare repo guy. I’m moving so fast that, by the time the hound gets on the trail that I’m usin’, the hound meets with the aliens.
Now, the aliens have this magic ray gun that will stop a vehicle and knock the driver unconscious, however, that’s at a distance. However, doggie aint at a distance. Doggie is at what we in the repo game call biting range. Now, the aliens outnumber doggie and they have all kind of advanced science weapons. All doggie has is teeth and a really bad temper. However, from the sounds behind me, doggie aint doin’ too bad.
Okay, while the aliens and doggie play their little game, Joey runs so fast that even air can’t keep up with him. This last, Joey’s lungs keep reminding him about. Joey is about to fall on his face to be captured by the aliens or killed and eaten by the dog.
Suddenly, some sort of flying scooter appears, to cut off Joey’s retreat. However, the pilot of the flying scooter passes near a tree, where the leaves apparently hide a power line. The power line cuts the head off the flying scooter pilot. The flying scooter then comes to rest on the ground. Joey is a repo guy and he has to deal with unknown vehicles, on a night by night basis. Joey soon has the scooter up and flying again.