Ernest Scared Stupid Page #7

It's not over yet.

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

Uh-oh.

Kenny, behind you!

We've got to do something!

Kenny!

Oh, my God!

Kenny! Kenny, get out of there!

Kenny, jump!

Kenny, I told you, it's the legend.

Ernest!

I've grown too strong for that.

Not even milk can stop me now.

Errrneeeeest!

Kenny!

Kenny!

No!

Kenny... Kenny...

Ah!

You've had a nasty

cold ever since we met.

It's going around, you know.

- You know what they always say...

starve a fever, feed a cold.

Or is it feed a fever, starve a cold?

I always get that confused,

like 30 days hath September.

It's my club and you're

a member, and, uh...

Worrell, now you die.

Come on, double ugly,

you do pretty well against

little kids and dogs.

Let's see how you deal with a real man.

Come on. Come on!

Kill him!

Come on! Kill him!

Come on, snot wad. I

got something for you.

Come on! Come on!

Ernest doesn't understand.

It's not the milk.

Unconditional love,

the heart of a child.

Unconditional love.

Yeah!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Heart of a child, unconditional love.

Kill him!

Come on, little fella.

Oh, you're so cute.

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

Great. You did it. You're a real hero.

Yeah, you really did

it. You're a legend.

Yeah, he never had a chance.

With my brains and speed,

he never knew what hit him.

Yeah, it almost wasn't fair.

Here, he had some good moves,

but when the chips were down...

Huh?

But, you know, when you're

fighting those trolls,

you gotta sock 'em one...

- Kenny!

- right in the kisser.

Like my ancestor

Phineas used to tell me,

"Ernie baby, keep

your weight down low. "

Son, are you all right?

That was really weird.

Mom, I told you there was a troll.

Mike, I'm glad to see you.

Kenny, I thought we'd

never see you again.

Mom.

Son, I did a lot of things wrong.

I should've listened to

you. I'm so proud of you.

Thanks, dad.

Stay low, stay sitting...

You know, Ernest,

in recognition of your

magnificent achievement,

consider that Troll Away spray a gift.

Maybe we should open a laundry.

Francis?

Sister Francis?

Is that you?

My sister. My sister.

Ohhh. I missed you so.

Michael, Michael, I missed you.

How'd you get so old?

There is a lot to talk about, but now,

everything is okay.

What's the matter, Ernest?

There's nothing in that tree for me.

Rimshot.

Rimshot! Rimshot!

Boy, where have you been?

Did you miss your daddy?

You were gone and stuff.

And you were a wooden guy.

Now you're back, and you're

not even gone anymore.

You know where we're going?

We're going for a ride in the truck,

and we're gonna... gonna go home and...

and we'll eat nothing but the best...

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