INT. JESSE'S ROOM - BEFORE DAWN
JESSE IS STILL SHAKING. SUDDENLY, GREG BEGINS KNOCKING ON THE DOOR. JESSE LEAPS TO HIS FEET.
Go away you undead freak!
What did you call me, young man?
JESSE GOES TO THE DOOR AND STARTS TEARING DOWN HIS FURNITURE BARRICADE SO THAT HIS DAD CAN GET IN. GREG IS AMAZED BY THE STATE OF THE ROOM.
What's going on here? What happened to our hunting trip?
Dad! You have to listen to me! The neighbors...the neighbors are zombies.
Yes, Ed and Anne Zombie. They called to RSVP for the barbecues.
No, dad, I mean they're REALLY zombies. As in...
JESSE STICKS HIS ARMS OUT AND LURCHES AROUND. GREG SIGHS.
Boy, if you don't want to go look for the lawnmower, that's fine, but I told you before you're paying for it.
No, dad, I swear, I'll show you.
JESSE RUNS OVER AND PULLS THE BLINDS. HE POINTS ACROSS THE WAY AT THE BATHROOM WINDOW. OF COURSE, THE ROOM IS EMPTY AND THE SHADES ARE DRAWN.
I was...she was just there. The daughter, Mary, the pretty one, she was showering and...
Jesse! You were peeping on a girl. That's horrible.
But no, she took off her head so she wouldn't get her hair wet and...
Enough. I'm going to call Mr. and Mrs. Zombie and tell them what you've done.
No, Dad, you can't, they'll try to eat my brains!
And I will beg them to still come to the barbecue - assuming they're not MORTIFIED by your behavior - and before they come you will apologize to that girl and the whole family. Until then, I want you to think about what you've done.
GREG LEAVES AND CLOSES THE DOOR AFTER HIM.
Hello, Anne? This is Greg Fulton next door. Yes, I'm sorry to call at this hour, but I wanted to apologize in advance for my son...
Oh no! They'll kill me to protect their secret. I've got to tell someone. The police!
JESSE SCRAMBLES OUT HIS WINDOW AND CLIMBS DOWN THE TRELLACE.
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