Sunday Funny Story #3- UFO Days in Cornfield County

 UFO Days in Cornfield County 👽

*A total work of fiction, character names are real people in our lives- every thing else is made up.*

(Cast: Amanda, Chris, Kagan, Paris)

Sometimes the best adventures happen when you follow the weirdest signs.

We were cruising along a quiet backroad when we spotted it—a hand-painted sign propped up beside a cornfield that read: “Alien Invasion Weekend—This Way!”

Chris didn’t even slow down before I said, “We’re going.”

The next thing we knew, Wildebeest was rumbling toward the small town of Cornfield County, population maybe 400 on a normal day—but that weekend, it felt like every UFO enthusiast in the Midwest had landed. The whole place was glowing. Literally.

Every shopfront was strung with green lights, alien cutouts peeked from behind dusty windows, and someone had transformed the old tractor into a “spacecraft” using duct tape, soda cans, and a questionable amount of tinfoil. A parade rolled through town led by a guy riding that very spaceship on wheels, waving proudly to the cheering crowd.

Paris immediately found her element. Within minutes, she was decked out in glow sticks from head to toe and had joined the Glow-Stick Alien Dance-Off. To absolutely no one’s surprise, she won—complete with an inflatable alien trophy.

Meanwhile, Kagan took it upon himself to explore the culinary side of the festival. He taste-tested three different bowls of “Martian Chili” before realizing every single one was dyed neon green. His tongue matched the decorations for the rest of the day.

Chris decided to get in on the action too, entering his own ShadowWolf Chili into the cook-off. When one of the judges took a bite, his face went red and he gasped, “This is so hot—it must be from another planet!” Chris still hasn’t stopped quoting that line.

As for me? I picked up a headband with sparkly tinfoil antennae and spent the rest of the evening wandering between booths filled with homemade UFO crafts, glowing corn-shaped lollipops, and alien plushies made from old socks. The air smelled like funnel cakes and popcorn, and the whole night shimmered with this odd mix of small-town charm and pure, otherworldly fun.

By the time we loaded back into Wildebeest, Paris was still glowing (literally), Kagan was holding a UFO keychain he swore brought “extra-terrestrial luck,” and Chris was already editing footage for the next Outland Adventures vlog.

I couldn’t stop smiling. Sometimes detours really are the best part of the journey.

So tell me—ever danced like an alien in public? Be honest! 👽✨