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moved into the Johnsons' old place.

Well, that's good news.

What on earth, Timmy?

That is a new shirt.

It was those bullies

I told you about.

They pushed me down,

and Stan pointed his gun at me.

What?

Did people see you like this?

I don't know.

Come here.

There you go.

Everything's going to be fine.

Just go and clean up,

put on a new shirt,

and we won't even have to

talk about those bullies.

Oh, there's one other thing.

Hi, honey.

Made just the way you like it.

A three olive martini.

What did I do to deserve this?

Helen, what are you up to?

I've had a long day.

Oh, Bill, honestly.

Sometimes I wonder about you.

I really do.

If you must know,

I have a surprise for you.

Wow.

Hi, Dad.

Hiya, Tim.

- How's my boy?

- Fine.

- Are you ready?

- There's more?

Now, just relax.

Isn't it wonderful?

Now we're not the only ones

on the street without one.

Helen, could I speak to you

in the kitchen?

Of course, dear.

You're always so sensible.

Timmy, why don't you

go watch some television?

Yeah, but, Mom, I don't...

I'm sure there's

something wonderful on.

But, Bill, the neighbors.

Everybody has one except for us.

Well, Helen, in India

everyone has a tiger.

Why don't we just move there

and get a tiger?

Not everybody in India

has a tiger, Bill.

That's what I heard.

We can't afford a zombie.

I'm barely keeping up with

funeral payments as it is.

Funerals. Is that all you ever

think about, Bill?

I still can't believe you bought

a funeral savings plan for Timmy.

Come on, Helen.

The other kids hate him.

You said so yourself.

Bill!

I met our new neighbors today.

Did you know that he is the new head

of security for Zomcon?

Really?

That's who moved into

the old Johnson place?

Uh-huh. And did you know

that they have six zombies. Six!

And when his wife asked me

how many we had,

I didn't know what to say.

So I told her we had one.

You what?

What was I supposed to do?

Tell her that my husband

is afraid of zombies?

I'm not going to talk about this.

Hey.

Zombie?

The roast.

- Dad.

- Sorry.

I thought that was

a different button.

Whoops.

What are you doing?

It's hurting him.

Sorry. I...

You know,

I bet with our new neighbor,

we'll have the safest

street in Willard.

I can't argue with that.

And, obviously,

it will be chained up

in the backyard

when it's not doing chores.

Obviously.

It'll have to be.

Helen, propriety.

You're the boss, dear.

Afraid of zombies.

I'll tell you what

I'm afraid of, little lady.

Nothing, that's what.

Just stay right there.

Think I'm afraid of you?

Huh?

That what you think?

That's right.

That's right.

Nicely done, Tammy.

No.

Grandpa's fallen

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