EXT. THE FULTON LAWN - DAYBREAK
(JESSE, GREG)
JESSE COMES RUNNING UP TO THE HOUSE. GREG IS ON THE PORCH. HE STANDS UP AND INTERCEPTS HIS SON.
GREG
Where did you run off to?
JESSE
The police station. I told Detective Bullet everything, and he believed me.
GREG
Detective Red Bullet is as cracked as your fat Aunt Fanny's glass toilet.
JESSE
But dad...!
GREG
No buts. Now I talked to Mrs. Zombie and she told me to bring you over now to apologize.
GREG GRABS JESSE AND STARTS TO DRAG HIM OVER TO THE ZOMBIES' HOUSE. OF COURSE, JESSE IS SQUIRMING LIKE A CAT. GREG KNOCKS ON THE DOOR. SLOWLY, CREEPILY, THE DOOR OPENS AND ANNE IS STANDING THERE. SURPRISED BY HER APPEARANCE, GREG TAKES A STEP BACK.
ANNE
Greg?
GREG
Uh, yes.
ANNE
Hi, I'm Anne Zombie.
THEY SHAKE HANDS.
ANNE
And this must be Jesse.
JESSE IS QUAKING, TERRIFIFED, TRYING TO HIDE BEHIND HIS DAD, BUT OF COURSE HIS DAD IS TRYING TO THRUST HIM INTO THE CLUTCHES OF THE ZOMBIES.
ANNE
Don't worry, Jesse. We won't bite.
GREG
Well, then. Jesse, you come right back as soon as the Zombies are done with you.
GREG THRUSTS HIS SON TOWARDS THE DOOR. ANNE DRAWS HIM INSIDE, A LA A BLACK AND WHITE ZOMBIE MOVIE, WITH HANDS DRAGGING THE SCREAMING VICTIM INTO A DOORWAY.
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