Joe had had a rough night.
The iron monolith had run off before he could get anywhere near it, and if it wasn't for the tracks it left behind he would have been lost. As he had been following along he read from the newspaper he had picked up at the donut shop he stopped at in the morning.
Apparently aliens, talking ponies, skulks, hats, ds, ninjas, multiple robots, dragons, and possibly even a radioactive potato had been spotted in the general area the night before.
That's when he bumped into a rather large cardboard box
coldfrog said:
"... Guys? Guys? What's going on out there? I'm trapped in this box! can anyone give me a hand? Guys? ... "
Unsure of what was in the box, Joe decided to open it anyways. Inside the box was...
another box!
Uninterested, Joe continued up the hill to find a group of strange people talking among-st each other. Startled he hid just behind the hill, trying to listen to the conversation unfolding, unaware that his head was still clearly visible to the people below.