Ernest Scared Stupid Page #6

about? Kill what? Go where?

Ernest says it's at a

tree at the Hackmore place.

Yeah, dad, it's milk.

Milk kills the troll.

Let's go. We're wasting time.

Hang on, mayor. What?

It's the mother's care,

the ice cream... milk!

Let's go.

Murdock...

Kenny, listen, wait here, all right?

Your mother's looking for

you. We'll take care of this.

Murdock!

What's the matter, boy?

There's no time to waste.

My dad told me to stay here.

Sometimes you got to do

what you know is right,

no matter what anybody tells you.

What good's a wooden dog?

Oh, sure, they swim better,

but what am I gonna call him?

Splinter?

Hey, Binder...

Sorry about Matt.

How do we take this thing out?

Follow me.

- Yeah! Come on!

- Yeah!

Come on!

One final soul to set my children free.

Raaaaaarrr!

Okay, booger lips, it's

time for troll squish-kabob.

Aaahhhh!

You okay, Rimshot? Good.

Another advantage of being a wooden dog.

Where'd he go?

Uh-oh.

There's your big-time Brussels sprouts.

We can't let these hit

the ground, Rimshot.

Got that?

Got it.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.

Oh, no.

Oh, no. This looks real bad.

Ooohhh.

Not another one.

Heh heh heh heh.

Time to put a lid on this.

A little body pressure

should do the trick.

Wa-aahhhh!

Hit the end of the aisle and split up!

What are you kids doing?!

It's an emergency!

- Hey, you can't ride in here!

- This is important!

Get out of this store!

Go for the ammo!

Those costumes don't fool me!

Move it!

Let's go! Let's go!

The milk! I'll get the milk!

Let's go!

Come on!

Kenny Barton, when your father

hears about this, he's gonna...

Wait! Whoa!

We're running out of time!

Yeah! Ha ha ha!

This is getting out of hand.

Devour the human.

And the crowd goes wild.

This one's over the

fence and out of the park.

This looks like three more R.B.I.s.

Uh!

Diihh!

Uh!

Attack! Attack!

Spread out. We'll find it.

There's nothing to worry about, folks.

I got it all under control.

Uh!

Hold it right there. Hold it.

You... hey, stop. Wait a minute.

Let go of me.

Give me that.

Let go of my shotgun.

Yaaahhh!

Don't you have any

respect for authority?

Come on, you!

There's another one! Uh huh!

Uh, your shoe's untied.

Think of a number between 1 and 10.

Was it 2?

Ahhhhh!

Ah-ahhhhh!

Ahhhh!

Oh, no.

They're gonna blame this all on me.

Oh ho ho ho ho ho.

Bobby, pictures of these

things in the National Enquirer

will make us rich beyond

our wildest dreams.

Get the camera out. Go, go, go.

Oh, gorgeous.

Money, money, money,

money, money, money.

So you want to play rough, huh?

Ahhhhhh!

Ha ha ha.

Oh, I can just see the headlines now.

"Briarville businessman has close

encounter with alien nation. "

There's more. Let's go.

Hoo hoo.

Help me! Help!

Get it off of me! Get it off of me!

There's a troll on my back!

Worrell selects a ball

and steps to the line.

It looks like a tricky 7-10 split.

A hush falls over the crowd.

There's a troll on me! Help!

Here it comes.

The famous Worrell

twist... the release...

Yes! It's good!

The crowd goes wild!

I'd like to thank you,

each and every one,

for this beautiful bowling trophy.

Thank you, thank you, thank you,

thank you, thank you, thank you,

thank you, thank you, thank

you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank

you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you, thank you,

thank you, thank you.

He never knew when to quit.

Oh.

Kenny? Kenny!

We can't stop now.

Bring me the head of Ernest P. Worrell.

Say, I'll bet you guys

have trouble meeting girls.

Don't know what to say, what

to do, how to get things going.

Heh heh heh.

Well, here's the

answer to your problems.

It's the Pimco largemouth bass

CD and home-entertainment center.

A state-of-the-art sound system

mounted on genuine veneer.

But wait, there's more.

Ahhhhh!

I'm too young to die.

Don't kill me. Don't kill me.

Ohhhhhhh. Don't kill me, please.

I hope I'm not too late.

Ohh! Give me back that gun!

No! Put that down!

That's loaded! Hey!

Oh, no, not the bullets.

Too fast for you?

Too smart for you, too.

- Ow!

- Ow!

Gotcha. Ah heh heh heh heh.

Here we go again.

No, no, no.

Here, here, get the milk. Come on.

Let's go.

Dad.

No.

You sure this milk thing is gonna work?

We're gonna find out.

Whoa. No.

Kenny! Kenny, no! No! Kenny, no!

Milk works, dad. It really works.

Yes!

Get the key. Get the key.

Here. I gotta go.

Kenny! Go get 'em, Kenny!

Come on, guys.

Let's go get 'em.

Ahhhhh! Ahhh!

I've only got a couple of things left.

Ernest!

Hold on! I'm coming up!

Stop it.

This is just the kind of Halloween

prank that gets people hurt.

Ow!

Hey, butt breath!

Huh?

How'd you do that?

It's the milk. It eradicates them.

Yeah, it gets rid of 'em, too.

Sayonara, snot wad.

E-e-e-e-e-w.

Evil demons... make me strong.

Ahh!

Your time has come.

Tonight the spell will be broken.

At last our prayers have been answered.

Soon, my little ones, soon.

Aaahhh!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

Hey! Let me go!

What are they up to?

Don't worry, kid. We

got the high ground.

Did you hear something?

Boy, I sure did.

We came, we saw, we

took the high ground.

Even though some of us are very tired.

Trolls, is it?

Oh, great, I have to defend the fort

with a multiple personality.

Ew, look, they're

using those hook things.

Where's my machine gun?

Where's my little machine gun?

We were looking for a good

scrap when we found this one.

Now, chin up, every man jack of you.

A little nasal hygiene

would go a long way, young man.

Here you go.

I hope you're grateful.

Little trolls in China

don't even get milk.

Ahhhh!

Hair spray will fix anything.

This is big money.

Posters, troll action

figures, trading cards.

Hey!

You, come back here!

Bobby, do something!

He's eating the film!

Bobby, do something! No!

Oh.

Bobby...

This was our ticket to the big time.

We're finished.

Only a few more to go.

Load it up.

You sure this will stop them trolls?

They look awful goddang fierce to me.

Anybody can whip a troll.

Ace, the wall.

Eat lactose, slimeball.

Hold on, dad!

Son, stay back! Stay back, son!

You fellas like, uh, a

little bit of this milk punch?

That milk must have gone bad.

I'm sorry, men, but the

dropper is the only way.

Oh, no, not the dropper.

The doomsday dropper.

Oh, no, not that.

Is there no mercy?

I like it.

A woman's work is never done.

I guess I'll have to finish this myself.

Come, demons.

Work your worst.

Make me now invincible.

A whole troll army wiped out,

and they leave the last two for me.

Victory is ours.

All right!

We'll never be hungry again.

Talk about relief, oh.

No muss, no fuss, the trolls

are dust, know what I mean?

Yeah. We did it. We won.

You know, I knew when

the chips were down,

I could count on you, pilgrim.

Thanks, Ernest. You did

pretty good yourself.

You're a great bunch of guys.

All right, Kenny!

Way to go, Kenny! All right!

You don't understand. It's not over yet.

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