SUMMARY: Mr. Alien's entire family arrives.
Since I, sadly, have lost the two Mr. Aliens who were naked, probably returned to Deneb or Vega or Andromeda or Mars or Hollywood or wherever they're from, and since the two Mr. Aliens who returned from their trip to Dickensian England dressed in glorious holiday habiliments declined to ever remove said dress again, I finally gave up and invited all of the younger Mr. Aliens to visit and perhaps stay awhile.
Sadly, they are half the size of the more mature and experienced Mr. Aliens, but they're all that's available at this time. They look ready and eager to jump into the game, even though one looks like he imbibed a bit heavily of the Romulan Ale last night.
We might get to see a few more Mr. Alien escapades in the near (and far) future. Here's hoping.
P.S. Searches to which Google can't arrive at a satisfactory answer: "What do aliens drink?"