Bye, honey!
Now what is that?
This is her walker... thingy, sir.
At least that's what our witnesses say.
We caught these two in the bushes firing their.22s at the wild zombies.
The little one?
Shot Dougie in the leg.
Get that out of sight, will ya?
It's a boot. Put it back.
So let me get this straight.
You're saying that the Robinson zombie tried to eat you
and then moved on to Mrs. Henderson.
Is that right?
Yes, sir.
Well, I don't see any bite marks.
Well, he actually didn't try to bite us.
Shut up, Stan!
He broke my arm.
Do you know what I think?
I think that you shot the old lady just like, uh...
just like you shot Dougie over there.
No way! It's all Timmy Robinson's fault.
You got nothing to worry about now, boy.
Dad loves ya!
Come on!
They'll never split us up, Fido! Ever!
Whoo!
Come on, boy!
That was fun, boy.
Did you like swimming?
You know, I didn't even know you could swim.
We gotta get you back before Dad comes home.
Don't do anything, boy.
"Boy"?
Let's just shoot him now, Roy.
Nah. Let's stick to the plan.
What are you doing?
We're gonna be heroes.
What... What are you talking about?
We know your zombie killed the old lady.
We told Bottoms, and he's gonna send your whole family to the Wild Zone.
- What? - Shut up, Stan!
He would have believed us, too, if you'd let me do the talking.
- You're the one who blew it. - Shut up! You're wrecking the fun.
- I'm just saying... - Shut up!
- Roy, stop telling me... - Shut up!
Okay, Robinson...
I'm gonna shoot him dead just before he gets to you.
I'm gonna save your life from the zombie.
He's gonna pay for everything.
Do it, Roy!
Jeez, Roy! Blast him!
Oh, crap! You made me shoot my stupid brother!
Oh, jeez!
Please don't eat me, Fido.
I knew you wouldn't eat me, boy.
I knew it.
Hurry and untie me.
You're right, boy. It's not gonna work.
You gotta go for help.
You better clean up first.
Quick, Fido.
Please!
Good boy! That'll hold him.
Now go get Mom.
Fido, wait!
You promise not to eat Mom, right?
I got it!
I got it! Stand aside.
- It's Joe Peterson. - Not anymore he ain't.
Well...
Little rusty.
Okay.
Bull's-eye.
Hey.
Nice shot.
Goodness, Fido, you scared me.
What is it? Where's Timmy?
What...
Is something wrong? Is Timmy in trouble?
Please, someone help!
Which way, Fido? Is this the right way?
Hold on.
Your collar!
Why aren't you eating me?
For goodness sake, Fido.
Help!
Which way now, Fido?
Help! Help!
Get away!
Mom!
Oh, Timmy!
Thank God you're all right.
God! Timmy!
You crazy wonderful zombie.
You never saw this.
They were zombies, and they were going to kill you.
I know, Mom.
I did what I had to do.
I know.
And I don't want you thinking that what we did is normal or okay in any way.
I don't.
- Nice shot. - Thanks.
It's so nice to see Cindy with a friend.
She doesn't have many?
We're always moving. It's...
It's hard for any of us to make friends.
Jonathan seems to like it that way.
Bill's lived in Willard his entire life, and he still doesn't have any friends.
And he definitely likes it that way.
He must be excited about the new baby.
He hasn't even noticed.
How could he not notice?
You want another beer?
I wouldn't say no.
Dee Dee, get us a couple of cold ones, will ya?
Coming right up, dear.
Hey. You're not actually gonna get him another beer, are you?
Get your own beer, Bill.
Come on. Let me show you the war room.
So that Helen of yours...
What a live wire.
"Get your own beer, Bill."
Makes you wonder what's going on in that little head of hers.
You can say that again.
My first kill.
That is Uncle Bob.
Now, I gather it was Helen's idea to get a zombie.
Yes, it was.
She seems pretty friendly with it.
What are you suggesting?
Look, Robinson, when people get attached to their zombies,
it, uh... it only spells trouble.
Trouble for me, trouble for you...
trouble for Mrs. Henderson.
Mrs... Mrs. Henderson?
Somebody's zombie got her.
Did they?
Well, I don't know, Robinson. Why don't you tell me.
Chances are you know a lot more than you think.
Well, that was fun.
Timmy, go to bed.
Helen, we have to talk.
Oh, lighten up, Bill.
Helen.
I am trying to have a serious discussion with you, Helen.
Turn that off, Helen!
What is that damn zombie doing in my E-Z Boy?
Bill.
We haven't danced since our wedding night.
This is hardly the time.
Come on, Bill. Dance with me.
I don't...
Helen.
That... is enough.
Well, if you're not gonna dance with me,
I know someone who will.
Bill! Bill!
Nighty-night.
I'm sorry about Bill. He's...
He's just...
I wish I would have known you before.
Before you died.
Do you remember that?
Can I see that?
"Timmy... R."
Fido?
Fido!
What are you doing with Fido?
Oh, I think we both know what's gonna happen to Fido.
No! You can't!
He didn't do anything wrong!
Well, maybe he didn't, but you did.
And because you made friends with a zombie,
a lot of nice people in this neighborhood got killed.
You didn't think of that, did you?
Timmy...
do you know that I could send you and your whole family
to the Wild Zone for what you've done?
How do you think I got the Johnson place?
But I had a nice talk with your parents,
and they assured me that nothing like this would ever happen again.
Isn't that right, Helen?
Go to your room.
Now.
Yes, sir.
These little problems are all about containment.
And Floyd hits this big slice into the clubhouse,
and the ball hits old man Patterson right between the eyes.
I thought we were gonna have our first zombie golfer.
How come they blame the bullies for Mrs. Henderson getting killed?
Well, we're just lucky to have a neighbor like Mr. Bottoms.
Your mother is right, Tim.
But Fido had to die.
The bullies got blamed for it anyways.
Mom killed the bullies and didn't tell anyone.
How come she didn't get in trouble?
Why... Why are we talking about this?
I thought we agreed we weren't gonna have to talk about this!
Bill, where are you going?
I loved Fido, too, you know.
- You did? - Yeah.
Well...
in a way I did.
Like Mr. Theopolis loves Tammy?
No, he does not.
Like a friend, Timmy.
Just like that.
You see, Timmy, the thing about your dad...
is that he is still a part of this family.
He is?
Of course he is.
Why would you say something like that?
I think he loves us.
I do.
I just think that he's afraid to admit it.
Dad, you just passed the school.
Oh.
So I did.
Bye, Dad.
Uh, Timmy...
uh...
Look, l... I know it's hard.
I understand.
You do?
Sure I do.
Look, son...
I know when you're a kid, you feel things.
A lot of...
things.
But you have to get over that.
Get over what?
Feelings.
Not important, okay?
Being alive is what counts.
Wait a minute. I got something.
Go on. Open it.
- It's a gun. - Take it out.
I know you're not supposed to have a handgun...
until you're 12...
but it can come in real handy.
What do you say?
Thanks, Dad.
This will just be between us.
Keep it in your book bag.
Don't forget the bullets.
There you go.
Have a good day, Tim.
Bye, Dad.
Bill?
Do you think we did the right thing sending Fido back?
I had a great chat with Tim today.
I think everything is gonna be just fine.
Really?
Absolutely.
Bill, do you love me?
I'm pregnant.
Oh.
I'm sure it's nothing. You're just gaining a little weight.
Helen.
I just don't think on my salary I can afford another funeral.
- Are you sure? - I heard Daddy on the phone.
He said he never wastes a good zombie.
He's got him working the factory.
Can you get us in there?
Are you crazy? My dad would kill me.
No, I mean he really would kill me.
But I know someone who can.
Not the teeth, baby. Good girl.
Mr. Theopolis?
Yeah.
Is Tammy your girlfriend?
What do you mean?
Cindy says that she's your girlfriend,
and you got fired from Zomcon for having a zombie girlfriend.
She said that?
Aren't you worried they'll take her away?
Nah.
I'll just get me another one, the same vintage.
Hey, I'm kidding.
I went and hurt her feelings.
So, you clear on the plan?
Yeah.
- Theopolis. - Hi, Frank.
What are you doing back here?
Oh, you know, just bringing the old unit in for a tune-up.
It's, um... Tammy.
- Right? - That's right. Tammy.
So...
Okay, go ahead.
Thanks, Frank.
Timmy!
Bill!
If Timmy hadn't broken the rules in the first place,
none of this would have happened.
He messed up, not me.
I suppose you think he got so attached to the damned thing
because I'm a bad father.
I'd say I'm a pretty darn good father.
My father tried to eat me.
I don't remember trying to eat Timmy.
Bill, just because your father tried to eat you,
does that mean we all have to be unhappy...
forever?
Welcome to Zomcon's returns department.
Please... stay with your zombie at all times,
maintain an orderly line between the railings,
and use our conveniently placed safety buttons...
Come on.
- Are you all right, Mr. Theopolis? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Now, the door into the factory is right behind the clerk.
Are you ready?
All right.
Honey...
I'm gonna be gone for a little while,
and then I'm gonna come back, all right?
You stay here.
All right. Let's do this.
Wild zombie! Wild zombie!
That's my Tammy.
You... You knucklehead!
Fido?
All right, seal off the returns room...
and shut off that damned alarm.
You naughty little boy.
No, not you. I'll call you back.
Fido?
Fido!
I'll be right down!
Hello, Timmy.
No!
Turn the car around.
We need to keep the road clear.
Of course, Frank.
- What's happening here? - I'll call it in!
This way! This way!
Timmy!
Bill, give me that gun. I'm going in.
You stay here in case Timmy shows up.
No, l... I want to.
Bill, give me the shotgun.
I am a good father.
Bill!
Remember, Helen... head coffin.
- I just wanna show you something. - You can't make me go!
- Come on! - No!
Now... take a look, all right?
Out there is chaos.
And in here is safety.
People who don't understand that
end up on the wrong side of the fence.
Now go on and make yourself some friends.
No! No!
Let me out! Please!
Stay away from me.
Come on, Robinson.
All right. All right.
Fido, it's you.
Where's Timmy Boy?
They're not particularly fast, are they?
Fido!
Dad!
Robinson?
I'd like you to let my son back inside the gate now, please.
I don't think so.
Now you be quiet!
Help!
Leave him alone!
Dad!
Get him, boy!
Fido! Behind you!
Mom!
Where's your father?
Get in.
See you later, Frank.
My God.
Zomcon forces spent Saturday afternoon
securing a Wild Zone breach
within Willard's own Zomcon Containment Center.
Human casualties were low,
but the nation mourns one of its greatest and most respected war heroes.
Zomcon Chief John Bottoms died valiantly
while defending the people of Willard
from a wild zombie outbreak caused by this man...
Frank Murphy,
a once-trusted Zomcon security guard,
who was caught accepting bribes
from a renegade group of wild zombie poachers.
Are you ready, dear?
Head coffin, please.
Bill Robinson...
from dust have you come, and to dust shall you return.
But from dust shall you not be resurrected.
It's what he always wanted.
Okay, Tammy, just what you ordered.
Now don't you move a muscle.
There's only one Tammy in the world, right?
Nice catch!
Hi, Timmy. Hi, Fido.
Hi, Timmy.
Surprised?
Sort of.
It's okay. He's so cool in a way.
And he's a lot nicer.
- Do you wanna play catch? - Sure.
Does, uh, your zombie wanna play?
What do you call him, anyways?
I don't know.
Right now I'm just calling him Daddy.
Sure. Okay.
Come on.
Come on, Daddy.
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