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A pair of policemen witness something crash through the trees and into the lake, but they don’t know what it was. All they can find is a set of footprints headed off through the woods, headed to the diner. In the diner, a bus has stopped, and everything there seems to be okay, until they count heads and realize there is an extra person. But no one seems to know who the extra person is – is it the crazy old man, the businessman bound for Boston or even the bus driver himself?

In the end, no one can tell, so everyone gets back on the bus, and the bridge promptly collapses into the river as it has been weakened by the ice. Or so says the businessman as he re-enters the diner. The counter man wonders why the businessman isn’t even wet, and as the businessman shows a third arm, we begin to see who the alien might be in this case – until the counter man removes his hat and tells us he’s from Venus, and the Martian’s colonizing buddies have been intercepted, and the Venusians are coming instead. Nice.

Archibald Beechcroft has had just about enough of everyone, so when his co-worker Henry offers him a book on using the power of concentration to make things go your way, he’s only to anxious to try it out. First he makes the landlady disappear, then he makes everyone else go away. But then he rapidly gets bored, so he brings them back – but figures the world would be better if everyone is like him. Only that isn’t so good either, so he just puts it back the way it was.

A group of criminals steal a million dollars in gold, and then they proceed to put themselves to sleep in glass coffins for 100 years, by when they figure they heat will be off, and they can freely spend their ill-gotten gains. The only problem is that they are in the middle of the desert, and they didn’t bring along enough water – nor did they count on the factor of one’s greed, and his ability to extract gold from the others in exchange for his water.

Unfortunately, at the end of the day, it turns out that after 100 years, gold is no longer as rare as it once was. Someone figured out how to make gold, meaning it wasn’t worth anything. So the bungling burglars killed one another off for no reason whatsoever, leaving a pile of gold alongside an old, abandoned highway in the desert.