Big In Japan

Tokyo was just recovering from yet another attack by a giant reptillian monster freakified by nuclear waste. It doesn't seem to matter how many times it happens Tokyo always seems shocked to find a massive lizard or huge metal wasp smashing up buildings and running amok. The last attack hadn't even been one of the most severe, the Japanese government's department for huge, freak monster attacks rated it a mere 6.2 out of 11, barely half way up the scale.
The monster had been more of an irritant than really dangerous, not like Godzilla or Mothra. A few cars had been crushed, the ineviteable fire hydrant had been burst and a couple of sky scrapers were going to to need some new windows but no one died and that in the scheme of things is an acceptable conclusion to a radioactive monster attack.
The Specialist unit who trained for just these sort of happenings had become reasonably good at managing the carnage wrought by a monster attack and standard policy was to allow it to smash up a couple of buildings and sort of wear iself out. They knew the things tended not to like Helicopters so they were only ever bought out these days as a last resort. The commander of this particular defence hadn't even bothered to scramble his chopper pilots.
Usual practise and theory seemed to focus the attention of the monster on one thing and for this the unit had bought a British style ice cream truck. It worked very well. The giant, plastic ice cream on the top was something they found most of the monsters could become easily attracted to and that coupled with the truck's cheery jingle meant they could usually persuade the thing to follow the truck. They guided this monster back to the sea.
Experts now agree that these giant monsters actually just panic when they hit Tokyo, a lot like tourists, that's why they wreak all the havoc. It's having a panic attack and because it's difficult to get a brown paper bag big enough for a giant lizard/moth/bat/raven/puffin/griffin thing then the easiest way to calm it down is just to pop it back in the sea or somewhere quiet if it's not marine in origin of species.
This latest attack had left Tokyoites in quite a tizzy. The government department had, a couple of years ago, reassured the population that they would rid Tokyo and Japan in the wider aspect of contaminated freak monsters within a year but that deadline had long passed and the frequency of monster attacks was actually rising. Tokyoites, who are known to be exciteable, have started to ask. Why? this should be. Why do these silly creatures only ever come to Tokyo. Isn't New York or Paris or Sydney or Rio or London or anywhere else monster attractive. Why Tokyo? Maybe it's the fishy smell one person said but he was ignored as that's a little stereortyping.
As you may know, cleaning up the night after a party is a pain. The merriment from the night before presents itself as a proper mess in the cold, harsh light of a morning after and that's how Tokyoites had began to view the state of Tokyo after a monster had rumbled about smashing up their busy city for no obvious reason.
It was starting to become annoying. They'd only just cleaned away the mess from the last monster attack and this fresh one had turned up, caused panic and carnage and been guided back to the sea leaving a massive clearing up operation.
"What we need is an Early Warning System." One man said, who fortunately and coincidentally owned a company that built, installed and maintained Early Warning Systems so it was lucky he was on hand to offer such helpful advice.
And that became sort of an accepted call from a lot of Tokyoites. The government minister pointed out to the growing clamour for an "E.W.S." by pointing out that it's ok knowing a giant monster's coming. It's another stopping it in its tracks.
To which people said at least if we knew we could hide or something instead of standing there waiting to see if the giant, clumsy beast trod them to death.
So with that the Government spent a considerable amount of money on an E.W.S. which seemed to work. One giant monster attack was thwarted before it hit Tokyo and the frequency of attacks dropped dramatically. That was until a huge Tortoise rolled up and smashed the whole of Tokyo to absolute smithereens.
And by smithereens there was nothing. Tokyo was left just a stinking pile of rubble that smelled like the underside of a giant Tortoise.