I got some great screen shots of it.
<As General Bullethead steps to the podium at the press conference, the babbling of the reporters dies away. Flashbulbs begin to fire.>
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. Thank you all for coming. I'll get straight to the point.
"As you know, there have lately been a number of reports of strange objects, or UFOs, sighted in the skies. Some have even been photographed. This has led to much irresponsible speculation verging on panic. My department was thus called in to investigate.
"Our top photo evaluators have studied these purported UFO photos in exhaustive detail and have reached the unambiguous conclusion that all can be readily explained by mundane phenomena. Some are weather balloons, some are artifacts of the lighting conditions, some are flaws in the film and/or the development process, and some are outright hoaxes. In this present case, the so-called UFO is actually a commonly available childrens' toy cleverly staged in the foreground to appear to be a large, distant object."
The reporters had been murmuring with increasing volume throughout this speech. The words "cover-up" and "conspiracy" could be distinguished amidst the general low roar. Suddenly, one of the reporters interjected, "But General, I've taken a copy of this photo to every store in town and none of them has a toy looking anything like this!"
General Bullethead looked to his right and nodded curtly to someone offstage. Two men in dark suits and sunglasses entered the audience, grabbed this reporter by the elbows, and frog-marched him out of the room. He returned by himself a few minutes later, with a glassy, unblinking eyes, and brightly repeating to those around him, "It's just a toy, it's just a toy."
Meanwhile, the conversation had turned to other topics. After some hesitation, another reporter slowly raised his hand and was recognized by the General.
"Uh, General, besides these so-called UFOs, there have also been reports of unidentified aircraft. Can you give us any information on those?"
"Certainly. Those are just regular TBM Avengers out on routine training flights from the naval air station at Miami. Nothing to worry about there."
The reporters looked at each other. What naval air station at Miami?
The general continued, "Now, gentlemen, this concludes the press conferrence. Again, thank you all for attending. Please follow the men in the dark suits, who will escort you off the base."