A Game of Aliens and Robbers?

I am inside a bank with my mom and step dad when two men pull out guns and start shooting up the place demanding money. My parents and I run out the back into the parking lot and the robbers chase after us. We hide behind a car and my step dad is panting and keeps saying "Oh.... I had nothing to do with this... nope.... not a thing...." and I'm like WHAT DID YOU DO? YOUR TRYING TO ROB A BANK?! We all break into the car and climb in and wait for the robbers to search the rest of the parking lot for us, we decide to make a break for it. As were getting out of the car these other two guys are standing there and ask me if I can sign something. But instead of just hopping out of the car, my legs crumble under me and I'm unable to stand. The guys try to help me up but I keep falling down and try to regain the strength in my legs again. I then realize everyone is in on this (whatever it is). I stumble and try to run away, my legs slowing getting stronger and less wobbly. I call the Police. 

They answer:  Hey cutie.. whatcha wearing? 

Im appalled, and I go: OFFICER, IM BEING FOLLOWED I NEED HELP!

Police: Well are you wearing a skirt? How long are your legs? Are you blonde? A good kisser?

I hear chuckling in the background.

By this time I'm like wtf.... "Is this the Police? I dialed 911!!  Who is this?!?!"

They continue to snicker.

They tell me they are Aliens, they have gained control of everyone and will now be handling all Earthly affairs, but are having some trouble getting me to cooperate with their plan. "If only you would cooperate with us..."

Wake?