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Ernest Scared Stupid
- PG
- Year:
- 1991
- 91 min
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Ahhhhh!
Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!
Ahhhh! Ahhh!
Ahhh! Ahhhhh!
Ahhhhhh!
Grab him! Grab him, Judas! Take him!
We got the monster that
wants to hack up our children.
Get the chains on him.
I got him.
The ancient evil has followed
us here to this new world.
He has stolen our children
and tried to resurrect his wicked race.
But we, in our
righteousness, have prevailed.
My babies... he took my babies!
And here he shall be buried,
and this oak tree will seal his fate.
Its roots will be his prison,
which must never be disturbed.
Hear me, Phineas Worrell.
When the face of death covers the moon,
one with your blood in
and victory will at last be mine!
There, there, Francis.
We'll get them back. You'll see.
I banish you to eternal darkness.
"So in the hours just before midnight,
"the people of Briarville
buried Trantor the Troll
"in the cold, damp ground.
The end. "
Thank you, Elizabeth.
Class, what did you think of her report?
That's bull!
It's not bull!
I read it in a book.
Yeah, it was a cool report.
It probably just went over your head.
be on the history of the town,
not "Nightmare on Troll Street. "
Now, settle down, class.
Lay off her, Murdock.
What are you gonna do about it, runt?
Elizabeth scared Kenny
with a spooky story.
The dork likes her.
Although Elizabeth's
report was a bit unusual,
legends and myths are
a real part of history,
especially here in Briarville,
with our unique past.
Ernest!
Ernest! Stop the truck!
So, uh, Elizabeth,
what was the curse the
troll put on Phineas?
Well, legend has it
that from that moment on,
Phineas' descendants would
get dumber and dumber...
and dumber.
Yeah, when they hired
me as sanitary engineer,
they had no idea that I was
actually Ernest P. Worrell,
man of destiny, ruler of refuse,
a man who has taken dominion
over his environment...
...a brilliant innovator
in the fertile field of recycling.
The czar of jars, the baron of bottles,
the duke of dust...
Oh, no!
Uh, the switch is on the fritz!
Uh, Rimshot! Rimshot! A
little help here, Rimshot!
Rimshot! Rimshot, the clutch!
Rimshot, the clutch! The clutch!
The clutch, Rimshot!
Help!
Rimshot, the clutch!
Rimshot! Whoa!
Wa-aaaah!
Ahh.
That was close.
Oh...
I'm gonna be squooshed!
Rimshot, help! Do something! Rimshot!
Aah! Aah!
No, no! Don't stick
my head in those gears!
But i-it's me or you!
But I have a family at the doll factory!
I'll send them a nice card.
You'll never get away with this,
Ernest! I know where you live!
Ah heh heh heh heh heh.
Wa-ahhhh!
Those Murdocks are major jerks.
If their IQ's were any
lower, they'd be plants.
Rimshot! Something's wrong!
Help! Let me out of here!
Ernest!
This should open it.
Way to go! You did it!
Well, no need to thank me, little lady.
Just some routine hero work.
Aahhh!
Sheriff...
I've just come from the Hackmore place.
It's an absolute mess.
It violates every code in the book.
I want it cleaned up, and I
want it cleaned up immediately.
Yes. Well, mayor, I served the papers,
and Ernest said he would get right on it.
If he can't handle it, you fire him.
Yes, sir.
There goes that idiot now.
Ha. And he's going away
from the Hackmore place.
That was close.
Yeah, my dad said we can get
in big trouble riding in here.
Well, it is against
city regulations and all,
but as driver of a garbage truck,
I feel like captain of my own ship,
master of my own fate,
able to make my own rules,
a man above the law.
Uh-oh.
It's my dad!
Uh, was I speeding?
Sometimes the raw power of this
vehicle just gets away from me...
Ernest, I told you to get
out to the Hackmore place...
Shh!
You two...
get out of there and
get in the car right now.
Dad, I...
No, I don't want to
hear it. Get in the car.
It wasn't their fault.
I-I'm the captain, and...
No, look, I told you to get
out to the Hackmore place
and clean it up, and
you haven't done it.
Well, uh, I don't have
a toxic-waste permit.
Uh, I just took a cold pill, and I'm
not supposed to operate heavy machinery.
Look, if you want to
hang on to your job,
you'll get out there and do it.
See you, Ernest.
Come on, boy.
We've nothing to fear but fear itself,
plus the known fact
that Old Lady Hackmore will turn us into
a couple of drooling, red-eyed zombies
if she catches us here.
Well, nobody home.
I guess they're out robbin' graves
or bitin' the heads off chickens
or whatever's in voodoo vogue.
Get off of my property!
What are you doing here?!
Ma'am, I'm just here to
pick up all this garbage.
Got no garbage here,
only the expressions of the soul.
Uh, ma'am, I'm an
official representative
of the Briarville city government,
and, incidentally, a close
personal friend of Mayor Murdock's.
Aren't you that Worrell kid?
Yes, ma'am.
Oh... you will bring
down the curse on us all!
Woe to you, oh, ye seed of Worrell.
Get out of here and don't come back!
I wish you'd reconsider.
Recycling is a... a very
important part of good citizenship.
Yeah.
And you'll be a dead citizen.
When the poisons of
the evil courses through
the portals and channels of your body,
you will lie a quivering,
toxic mass of screaming flesh!
They will have to load you
and the rest of this backward town
on a meat wagon with a pitchfork!
So in other words,
I came back another day.
Aahhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhh!
Pretty scary scream, huh?
My heart was in my throat.
You have a rare gift.
You haven't seen the grand finale yet.
Come here.
See, they'll come in here
and go through that door
and up this way, where Joey
hits 'em in the face with a mop.
A wet mop.
Then they'll have to crawl
through all these peeled grapes
while I'm screaming, "Where are my eyes?
Don't step on my eyeballs!"
Gross! But I love it.
It's the Murdocks!
Look out, witch! It's an earthquake!
It's a big one... 5.3
on the Richter scale!
Quick! Let's run out the back!
It's caving in! It's caving in!
Get out! You're gonna die!
We're caving in!
Let's run for it! Go! Go!
You buttheads made a big mistake!
Hey, where do you think you're going?
The fun's just beginning!
I don't know what to do. They
wrecked our haunted house.
They... they wrecked your haunted house?
Yeah.
You know, what you need is some of that
hysterical perspective,
know what I mean?
Not... really.
You need to learn a self-defense lesson
from... tiny Botswana, that...
plucky little nation
that defeated the...
giant Ottoman Empire.
Ernest, what does that
have to do with me?
I'm glad you asked.
It was a dark night in lower Botswana.
Giant bula bula flies
droned in the still air.
Then it came...
the screeching war cry
of the Ottoman hordes.
Wa-aah!
We're the Ottomans, and you're not!
You're in a world of it now, pal!
Oh, my. I'm afraid.
Sure, I'm scared.
E-everybody in Botswana's scared.
It looks like curtains.
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