Literature
Putt Putt Probe
The stout, male alien struggles to hang an end of the Anniversary banner over the register.
The second extra-terrestrial uses a bit of old telekinesis, to finish the job. She cognitively secures the corner, even though she knows this is frowned upon -- "no alien powers once they crashed on earth" -- by her decree; however, it is almost lunchtime and she knows her male counterpart will never get the banner hung on his own, especially with all those mini-golf balls below, just begging to be knocked over ... so rules, even her own rules, be damned.
"Ah," she smiles, "Four years of service ... we should be soooo proud!"
The male alien leans in, "Four Earth years, can't we just once measure the time in our time?"
"Again ... no. That would confuse the earthlings; besides, we are honorary earthlings now. Heck, we pay taxes."
"Meh. I would trade it all in for a day back on our planet." He looks over to the 18th Hole, where their spaceship has been retrofitted into a a dazzling display of