Lynn and I are growing, among other things, watermelons out of five gallon buckets on the back porch of our apartment. We imagine the vines will grow long enough to drape over the sides of the bucket and lay the watermelons gently on the wooden planks. We've never tried it before. Do you think it will work? "That's so interesting," said Poison Pie, while he examined the grit caught beneath his prodigious fingernails. "Why don't you make a movie about it?" "A time-elapsed documentary of the watermelons growing?" "No, that isn't what I was thinking of at all," said Poison Pie. "I was thinking more along the lines of a space epic. Avaricious aliens from the distant planetary system of Watermelonia launch an insidious attack against Earth's inhabitants by posing as especially robust watermelons, capable of fruiting even in the most unlikely confines of a five gallon bucket. Our hero, the Notorious G, foils the invasion by violently uprooting the vines with an intense show of fancy gunplay accompanied by a hellacious rain of fire from the skies." I looked at Mother. "Please don't."