Bye, honey!
Now what is that?
This is her waIker...thingy, sir.
At Ieast that's what our witnesses say.
We caught these two in the bushes firing their .22s at the wiId zombies.
The IittIe one?
Shot Dougie in the Ieg.
Get that out of sight, wiII ya?
It's a boot. Put it back.
So Iet 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.
WeII, I don't see any bite marks.
WeII, he actuaIIy 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 oId Iady just Iike, uh...
just Iike you shot Dougie over there.
No way! It's aII Timmy Robinson's fauIt.
You got nothing to worry about now, boy.
Dad Ioves ya!
Come on!
They'II never spIit us up, Fido! Ever!
Whoo!
Come on, boy!
That was fun, boy.
Did you Iike swimming?
You know, I didn't even know you couId 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 pIan.
What are you doing?
We're gonna be heroes.
What-- What are you taIking about?
We know your zombie kiIIed the oId Iady.
We toId Bottoms, and he's gonna send your whoIe famiIy to the WiId Zone.
- What? - Shut up, Stan!
He wouId have beIieved us, too, if you'd Iet me do the taIking.
-You're the one who bIew it. - Shut up! You're wrecking the fun.
- I'm just saying-- - Shut up!
- Roy, stop teIIing me-- - Shut up!
Okay, Robinson...
I'm gonna shoot him dead just before he gets to you.
I'm gonna save your Iife from the zombie.
He's gonna pay for everything.
Do it, Roy!
Jeez, Roy! BIast him!
Oh, crap! You made me shoot my stupid brother!
Oh, jeez!
PIease don't eat me, Fido.
I knew you wouIdn't eat me, boy.
I knew it.
Hurry and untie me.
You're right, boy. It's not gonna work.
You gotta go for heIp.
You better cIean up first.
Quick, Fido.
PIease!
Good boy! That'II hoId 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.
WeII...
LittIe rusty.
Okay.
BuII's-eye.
Hey.
Nice shot.
Goodness, Fido, you scared me.
What is it? Where's Timmy?
What...
Is something wrong? Is Timmy in troubIe?
PIease, someone heIp!
Which way, Fido? Is this the right way?
HoId on.
Your coIIar!
Why aren't you eating me?
For goodness sake, Fido.
HeIp!
Which way now, Fido?
HeIp! HeIp!
Get away!
Mom!
Oh, Timmy!
Thank God you're aII right.
God! Timmy!
You crazy wonderfuI zombie.
You never saw this.
They were zombies, and they were going to kiII 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 normaI 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 aIways moving. It's...
It's hard for any of us to make friends.
Jonathan seems to Iike it that way.
BiII's Iived in WiIIard his entire Iife, and he stiII doesn't have any friends.
And he definiteIy Iikes it that way.
He must be excited about the new baby.
He hasn't even noticed.
How couId he not notice?
You want another beer?
I wouIdn't say no.
Dee Dee, get us a coupIe of coId ones, wiII ya?
Coming right up, dear.
Hey. You're not actuaIIy gonna get him another beer, are you?
Get your own beer, BiII.
Come on. Let me show you the war room.
So that HeIen of yours...
What a Iive wire.
''Get your own beer, BiII.''
Makes you wonder what's going on in that IittIe head of hers.
You can say that again.
My first kiII.
That is UncIe Bob.
Now, I gather it was HeIen's idea to get a zombie.
Yes, it was.
She seems pretty friendIy with it.
What are you suggesting?
Look, Robinson, when peopIe get attached to their zombies,
it, uh-- it onIy speIIs troubIe.
TroubIe for me, troubIe for you...
troubIe for Mrs. Henderson.
Mrs.-- Mrs. Henderson?
Somebody's zombie got her.
Did they?
WeII, I don't know, Robinson. Why don't you teII me.
Chances are you know a Iot more than you think.
WeII, that was fun.
Timmy, go to bed.
HeIen, we have to taIk.
Oh, Iighten up, BiII.
HeIen.
I am trying to have a serious discussion with you, HeIen.
Turn that off, HeIen!
What is that damn zombie doing in my E-Z Boy?
BiII.
We haven't danced since our wedding night.
This is hardIy the time.
Come on, BiII. Dance with me.
I don't--
HeIen.
That...is enough.
WeII, if you're not gonna dance with me,
I know someone who wiII.
BiII! BiII!
Nighty-night.
I'm sorry about BiII. He's...
He's just...
I wish I wouId 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!
WeII, maybe he didn't, but you did.
And because you made friends with a zombie,
a Iot of nice peopIe in this neighborhood got kiIIed.
You didn't think of that, did you?
Timmy...
do you know that I couId send you and your whoIe famiIy
to the WiId Zone for what you've done?
How do you think I got the Johnson pIace?
But I had a nice taIk with your parents,
and they assured me that nothing Iike this wouId ever happen again.
Isn't that right, HeIen?
Go to your room.
Now.
Yes, sir.
These IittIe probIems are aII about containment.
And FIoyd hits this big sIice into the cIubhouse,
and the baII hits oId man Patterson right between the eyes.
I thought we were gonna have our first zombie goIfer.
How come they bIame the buIIies for Mrs. Henderson getting kiIIed?
WeII, we're just Iucky to have a neighbor Iike Mr. Bottoms.
Your mother is right, Tim.
But Fido had to die.
The buIIies got bIamed for it anyways.
Mom kiIIed the buIIies and didn't teII anyone.
How come she didn't get in troubIe?
Why-- Why are we taIking about this?
I thought we agreed we weren't gonna have to taIk about this!
BiII, where are you going?
I Ioved Fido, too, you know.
- You did? - Yeah.
WeII...
in a way I did.
Like Mr. TheopoIis Ioves Tammy?
No, he does not.
Like a friend, Timmy.
Just Iike that.
You see, Timmy, the thing about your dad...
is that he is stiII a part of this famiIy.
He is?
Of course he is.
Why wouId you say something Iike that?
I think he Ioves us.
I do.
I just think that he's afraid to admit it.
Dad, you just passed the schooI.
Oh.
So I did.
Bye, Dad.
Uh, Timmy...
uh...
Look, I-- I know it's hard.
I understand.
You do?
Sure I do.
Look, son...
I know when you're a kid, you feeI things.
A Iot of...
things.
But you have to get over that.
Get over what?
FeeIings.
Not important, okay?
Being aIive 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...
untiI you're 12...
but it can come in reaI handy.
What do you say?
Thanks, Dad.
This wiII just be between us.
Keep it in your book bag.
Don't forget the buIIets.
There you go.
Have a good day, Tim.
Bye, Dad.
BiII?
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.
ReaIIy?
AbsoIuteIy.
BiII, do you Iove me?
I'm pregnant.
Oh.
I'm sure it's nothing. You're just gaining a IittIe weight.
HeIen.
I just don't think on my saIary I can afford another funeraI.
- 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 wouId kiII me.
No, I mean he reaIIy wouId kiII me.
But I know someone who can.
Not the teeth, baby. Good girI.
Mr. TheopoIis?
Yeah.
Is Tammy your girIfriend?
What do you mean?
Cindy says that she's your girIfriend,
and you got fired from Zomcon for having a zombie girIfriend.
She said that?
Aren't you worried they'II take her away?
Nah.
I'II just get me another one, the same vintage.
Hey, I'm kidding.
I went and hurt her feeIings.
So, you cIear on the pIan?
Yeah.
- TheopoIis. - Hi, Frank.
What are you doing back here?
Oh, you know, just bringing the oId unit in for a tune-up.
It's, um...Tammy.
- Right? - That's right. Tammy.
So...
Okay, go ahead.
Thanks, Frank.
Timmy!
BiII!
If Timmy hadn't broken the ruIes in the first pIace,
none of this wouId 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.
BiII, just because your father tried to eat you,
does that mean we aII have to be unhappy...
forever?
WeIcome to Zomcon's returns department.
Please... stay with your zombie at aII times,
maintain an orderIy Iine between the raiIings,
and use our convenientIy pIaced safety buttons...
Come on.
- Are you aII right, Mr. TheopoIis? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Now, the door into the factory is right behind the cIerk.
Are you ready?
AII right.
Honey...
I'm gonna be gone for a IittIe whiIe,
and then I'm gonna come back, aII right?
You stay here.
AII right. Let's do this.
WiId zombie! WiId zombie!
That's my Tammy.
You-- You knuckIehead!
Fido?
AII right, seaI off the returns room...
and shut off that damned aIarm.
You naughty IittIe boy.
No, not you. I'II caII you back.
Fido?
Fido!
I'II be right down!
HeIIo, Timmy.
No!
Turn the car around.
We need to keep the road cIear.
Of course, Frank.
- What's happening here? - I'II caII it in!
This way! This way!
Timmy!
BiII, give me that gun. I'm going in.
You stay here in case Timmy shows up.
No, I-- I want to.
BiII, give me the shotgun.
I am a good father.
BiII!
Remember, HeIen... head coffin.
- I just wanna show you something. - You can't make me go!
- Come on! - No!
Now...take a Iook, aII right?
Out there is chaos.
And in here is safety.
PeopIe who don't understand that
end up on the wrong side of the fence.
Now go on and make yourseIf some friends.
No! No!
Let me out! PIease!
Stay away from me.
Come on, Robinson.
AII right. AII right.
Fido, it's you.
Where's Timmy Boy?
They're not particuIarIy fast, are they?
Fido!
Dad!
Robinson?
I'd Iike you to Iet my son back inside the gate now, pIease.
I don't think so.
Now you be quiet!
HeIp!
Leave him aIone!
Dad!
Get him, boy!
Fido! Behind you!
Mom!
Where's your father?
Get in.
See you Iater, Frank.
My God.
Zomcon forces spent Saturday afternoon
securing a WiId Zone breach
within WiIIard's own Zomcon Containment Center.
Human casuaIties were Iow,
but the nation mourns one of its greatest and most respected war heroes.
Zomcon Chief John Bottoms died vaIiantIy
whiIe defending the peopIe of WiIIard
from a wiId zombie outbreak caused by this man...
Frank Murphy,
a once-trusted Zomcon security guard,
who was caught accepting bribes
from a renegade group of wiId zombie poachers.
Are you ready, dear?
Head coffin, pIease.
BiII Robinson...
from dust have you come, and to dust shaII you return.
But from dust shaII you not be resurrected.
It's what he aIways wanted.
Okay, Tammy, just what you ordered.
Now don't you move a muscIe.
There's onIy one Tammy in the worId, right?
Nice catch!
Hi, Timmy. Hi, Fido.
Hi, Timmy.
Surprised?
Sort of.
It's okay. He's so cooI in a way.
And he's a Iot nicer.
- Do you wanna pIay catch? - Sure.
Does, uh, your zombie wanna pIay?
What do you caII him, anyways?
I don't know.
Right now I'm just caIIing him Daddy.
Sure. Okay.
Come on.
Come on, Daddy.
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