The year was 1930. On the dot. Like Jan 1st, 1930 at 12:00 AM. Honeydew was beamed down from the star ship The Blues Melons. That is a name for a star-ship. Don't fight me. Anyways, Gumby, now is not the time to talk about crews. Point is. Honeydew was dressed up in a stretchy rayon polyester costume with gold hexagon type fabric mesh on the sides to make her look slimmer. Okay so back to the beaming down. Petra was beamed down into a park. It had black grate fence surrounding the grass with the fancy lamps from the 1930's. Honeydew looked around with her trusty electromagnetic pulsator. It had a magnetic and thermal detector. Humans couldn't see her. Yes she was a female alien. She was monitoring their progress. It's not like she had a melon head or anything. She looked like a human, act and talked like a human, yet she was the embodiment of eternity. 

King Flippy Nips stood pointing at this strange alien, nobody seemed to be able to see what he was seeing...

That is not a human! Can't nobody see her? 

King Flippy Nips walked up to the entity and put his hand up in the air as gesture of peace.

Honeydew stares at KingFlippyNips, shocked at his gallant gesture of peace. She assumes he is the King of the Planet due to his crown on his head and his bright golden nippy flips..flops. She raises an arm and gestures peace as well. She asks, "Eh tu Brute te?" as it is the only record of her history she could find when dealing with an Emperor or King of some sort. She pulls out her earthling dictionary and BEEGLE translator. With her BEEGLE translator she translates from melon to english. She's on a ROLL now. 

Dog approaches, licking his chops.  He thought that he had smelled some food, and had come snooping, but when he arrives there is nothing but a cold body pretending to be a human. He licks its hand for crumbs, which tastes vaguely of fruit. He saunters down the road in search of more food or garbage.

King Flippy Nips watches as a dog passes by and then turns to the entity...

Is your dogs name Brutus? 

He starts whiffing the air and smells melon, a delicacy favored by the Plutonians since arriving on Earth.