♪ Camp Lakebottom, where the zombies drool ♪
[scream]
♪ Cape Lakebottom, where the spooks are cool ♪
♪ Cape Lakebottom, don't eat that food ♪
♪ Cape Lakebottom, bring your monster attitude ♪
♪ Camp! Lakebottom! Yeah! ♪
♪ Camp! Lakebottom! ♪
[gibberish groaning]
[screaming]
Brains!
McGEE: Dear Mom,
Today I learned something very important
about my brain...
I want to keep it!
[chuckles] Hey! Check it out.
I'm weaving a hat out of lizard tails for my mom...
Or not.
Another potholder for my mother.
I made this for MY mom!
[loud shriek] Don't worry, Fluffy.
I'll make you one later.
Your mommies are lucky to have kids like you.
Oh that reminds me, Sawyer.
Can you mail this postcard to my Mom?
Sure...
[sobbing]
Hey, what's the matter, Zom‐buddy?
[sobs] Got something in my eye.
[sobbing]
[loud splashing]
[clears sinuses]
Just keep lovin' your mamas.
[sobbing] Eww!
He turned my potholder into a snot‐holder!
[phone rings]
Hello?
I just wanted to call and say hi...
What?
No, I'm not changing my mind and I'm not moving back home!
What's up with Sawyer?
No vorries. It's a family thing.
Never get involved
with other people's family things.
[phone rings]
Hell‐o?
Oh he can't come to the phone right now...
[sobbing]
Really? Great idea.
Sure... Got a pen?
Gonna help Sawyer out with his "family thing".
[groaning]
Wha‐what's that?
WOMAN: Yoo hoo! Young man!
Wow!
I can't believe you're already here!
Sawyer's gonna be so surprised
that you're...
a zombie?
Well, aren't you the smart one!
Must be that big, juicy brain!
[screaming] Zombie mom!
Whoa, where's the fire, campers?
[all screaming] Zombie!
[hissing]
Brain!
SAWYER: Mom?
What are you doing here?
[Armand screams]
My baby...
B‐but, how did you find me?
Just trying to...help? Heh.
You're welcome?
Well, thanks for ruining my afterlife, Buttinski.
Introduce me to your little feast, er, friends?
SAWYER: Mom, these are my campers,
who are NOT for snacking.
Campers, this... is my mother.
ALL: Hi.
Nice to eat you!
[screaming]
Okay, let's get you unpacked.
Didn't exactly think the whole
zombie Mom thing through, didja?
Who woulda thunk a zombie's mom
would be a zombie mom!
Sorry I messed up, Sawyer.
I thought you missed your mom.
I did... I do...
It's just my Mom always treats me like a little kid.
Plus, she's kinda crazy for‐
Brains!
[screams]
I haven't seen her since I gave up brains
to run Camp Lakebottom.
Remember, keep your weapons close and your eyes open.
You never know...
...when she may strike!
Sweet dreams, campers.
Great!
How are we gonna survive the night
with Zombie Mom wandering around
with a bad case of the munchies?
We let her know the snack bar is closed!
I'll take guard duty.
No one gets by Eagle Eye McGee.
[yawns]
[snoring]
Huh?
[screams]
Back, undead beast!
I mean, Mrs. Undead Beast!
[grunting]
Let him go!
[groaning]
Time for breakfast!
[screams] SAWYER: Mom?
Where are you? Coming baby!
Well, she seems nice.
I like her.
Except for the brain eating part.
Looks like someone's been[sobbing]
messing with family business...
McGee!
[screaming]
Mom! You can't just wander around
trying to snack on my campers!
Oh, don't be mad.
I made your favourite
coooookies...
Ginger BRAINIES!
Ginger B‐B‐BRAINIES!
Well, I guess one couldn't hurt.
Oh don't you look precious?
Who's Mommy's little zombie?
I am. [giggles]
I'll be in der kitchen sharpening my knives.
Scream if you need me.
[quietly groaning]
Cool. I have the same sailor suit.
Shhh! I just wanna take a peek.
This is disturbing on so many levels.
Don't you want to come home with Mommy?
Maybe, Mommy...
Don't you want to eat brains again?
[gasps]
Well, I... um, sometimes...
McGEE: No, Mommy!
Sawyer! Don't listen to her!
But she's my Mommy!
I just want you to be happy...
and eat brains!
Is that so wrong?
Hands off our buddy's brain!
Are you gunna offer her a snack?
It's all I could find.
[grunting] Let him go!
All your fighting is tearing me apart!
[sobbing]
Did mean McGee upset you, dear?
That's okay.
Mommy's going to tell you a deadtime story.
Yay, a story!
Once upon a time
there was a good little zombie who loved his Mommy,
ate up all his braaiinnss,
and grew big and strong.
[groans] Brains...
That's it sweetie,
take a nice little dirt nap.
Uh, I think it's time to go.
No! Sawyer needs us!
No, he needs his Mommy!
So my sweet, little, undead boy's coming back home
to be what he's meant to be!
A zombie!
[evil laugh]
That was a short nap.
Brains!
[scream]
Brains!
[screaming]
Brains!
I'm so proud of my zom‐boy.
Now let's go get some brains!
Whew! I thought I'd never find my way home.
OOOF!
Armand! Sawyer and his mom have gone full on zombie!
It's a Mom Zom‐pocalypse! It's a what?
They want to eat our BRAINS!
Ooh... To the Mess Hall!
I'll hold them off!
[feeble roar]
BOTH: Brains!
[panting]
Rosebud, let us in!
Password please!
[zombie groans] Brains!
Ahh!
That's it! One second...
[zombie groans] Brains!
Hah!
[munching]
Rosebud! Now would be good!
[sighs]
[screams]
It's a madhouse out there!
Armand, um, how did you get in?
The back door is open. Good thing too,
otherwise I'd be stuck outside with those zombies!
Nuts!
Brains!
Gaaah!
[groaning]
[screaming]
BRAINS!
[screams]
ROSEBUD: Campers! Head for the high ground!
Zombies can't jump.
That's it!
Brains!
GOTCHA!
[grunting]
McGee! Gotcha!
Now show Mother how much you love her
by eating McGee's braaaainns!
[laughs]
Sawyer, no!
[gasp]
My post card!
Sawyer, listen to this!
Dear Mom, I love Camp Lakebottom,
especially my counselor, Sawyer.
Nooo! Don't listen to him!
He keeps us more or less safe
and makes every moment at Lakebottom fun, fun, fun.
Love, McGee.
Um, P. S. He doesn't eat brains...
...like ever!
You, you wrote to your Mom,
about me?
Sawyer!
Finish your brains or there's no desserts!
BRAINS! [groans]
[gasps]
NO! MORE! BRAAIINNS!
Hear that mom?
[whimper]
[loud roar]
Oh!
Now you sit right there and listen.
Do I lie awake at night
dreaming of scooping out the camper's brains
and eating them like ice cream?
Sure!
But I don't, 'cause being a camp counsellor
is my true dream
and Camp Lakebottom is my home now.
And if you can't handle it, Mom,
[whimpers]
...just go.
This is all your fault!
You're a bad influence!
No Mom, this is my choice.
These little brains aren't for eating!
Please, Mommy?
Okay, Sonny...
What a great mom,
except for the brain eating part.
Aw!
Group hug!
Or not. I'm good either way.
[♪]