The Bad Guys in: Iron Giant

Rocket in the pocket

It transitions to a bright early morning sunrise in Rockwell. The camera pans through the pier and zooms towards the hill, a young boy who is Hogarth Hughes cycles down the street and stops outside Chat 'n' Chew diner. He enters the diner and looks around to see if his mother is around.

"Over here, honey!"

Hogarth notices his mother at the bar and he approaches it with a box in his arm.

"Hey, Mom! You won't believe our good luck. Guess what I found?"

"Hogarth, we've been through this before. No pets"

"Oh, but he's not a pet, Mom. He's a friend"

"Hogarth, we've got to rent a room this year if we're gonna make ends meet, and no one wants to live in a place with shredded upholstery"

"You'll never know he's there. I'll keep him in a cage"

"Until you feel sorry for him and set him free... in the house. You remember the raccoon, Hogarth?"
"I remember the raccoon"

"Please, Mom, at least look at him"

"All right. Where is this guy?"

Hogarth turns to the box, but he discovers it empty and the lid opened. Thankfully, his mom didn't notice, because she is busy talking to another waitress.

"I will go get him, okay?"

He leaves the bar to start looking around the diner under tables. He approaches one with a man behind the newspaper

"Excuse me. Excuse me. Sir? Excuse me--!" he brings down the newspaper away from the man's face to find that he is actually sleeping. The man is Dean McCoppin, who wakes up.

"What's that?"

"Please don't move. My pet's under your table" Dean is about to look underneath, "Don't look! If you make a scene, my mom won't let me keep him"

"What kind of pet, kid?"

"A squirrel. He's friendly"

Then, they hear Earl talking to his friends about what happened to him last night.

"I'm telling the truth, dang it! It came from outer space. I saw it. And it was headed toward land. I called the government in Washington about it. Maybe it was a Sputnik or an invader from Mars. That's what it is. It's an invader from Mars! A spaceship of some kind. An unidentified flying object"

"Unidentified? Knowing you, Earl, I'd say it was either whiskey or beer" they laugh at him.

"Hey" they turn to Dean, "I saw it too" The patrons look at Dean suspiciously and turn away.

"I rest my case" They laugh again, Dean sighs in annoyance.

"I believe you. What if it is Sputnik?" Dean takes off his sunglasses, unbeknown to them, a squirrel looks up Dean's trouser leg, "Or a flying saucer from Mars? I bet we could find it"

"Sorry, kid. I didn't really see anything. But if we don't stick up for the kooks, who will?"

Annie walking by, "Is my son bothering you, sir?"

Suddenly, Dean's eyes widen, and he grits his teeth awkwardly.

"Yes, I mean No!" he bangs the table, "Call me Dean" Hogarth and his mom look dumbfounded.

"Hogarth, you were going to get your pet, honey?"

"I will, Mom. Right after I finish talking with--"

"Dean" Annie leaves to go back to the bar.