Maple Street, U.S.A. Late summer. A tree-lined little world of front porch gliders, barbecues, the laughter of children, and the bell of an ice cream vendor. At the sound of the roar and the flash of light, it will be precisely 6:43 P.M. on Maple Street.
Paranoia strikes the residents of Maple Street when they believe human-looking aliens have invaded the neighborhood.
