Fido Page #4

Okay, Robinson...

I'm gonna shoot him dead

just before he gets to you.

I'm gonna save your life

from the zombie.

He's gonna pay for everything.

Do it, Roy!

Jeez, Roy! Blast him!

Oh, crap! You made me

shoot my stupid brother!

Oh, jeez!

Please don't eat me, Fido.

I knew you wouldn't eat me, boy.

I knew it.

Hurry and untie me.

You're right, boy.

It's not gonna work.

You gotta go for help.

You better clean up first.

Quick, Fido.

Please!

Good boy!

That'll hold him.

Now go get Mom.

Fido, wait!

You promise not to eat Mom, right?

I got it!

I got it! Stand aside.

- It's Joe Peterson.

- Not anymore he ain't.

Well...

Little rusty.

Okay.

Bull's-eye.

Hey.

Nice shot.

Goodness, Fido, you scared me.

What is it?

Where's Timmy?

What...

What...

Is something wrong?

Is Timmy in trouble?

Please, someone help!

Which way, Fido?

Is this the right way?

Hold on.

Your collar!

Why aren't you eating me?

For goodness sake, Fido.

Help!

Which way now, Fido?

Help! Help!

Get away!

Mom!

Oh, Timmy!

Thank God you're all right.

God! Timmy!

You crazy wonderful zombie.

You never saw this.

They were zombies, and they

were going to kill you.

I know, Mom.

I did what I had to do.

I know.

And I don't want you thinking that what we did

is normal or okay in any way.

I don't.

- Nice shot.

- Thanks.

It's so nice to see

Cindy with a friend.

She doesn't have many?

We're always moving.

It's...

It's hard for any of us

to make friends.

Jonathan seems

to like it that way.

Bill's lived in Willard his entire life,

and he still doesn't have any friends.

And he definitely likes it that way.

He must be excited

about the new baby.

He hasn't even noticed.

How could he not notice?

You want another beer?

I wouldn't say no.

Dee Dee, get us a couple of

cold ones, will ya?

Coming right up, dear.

Hey. You're not actually gonna get him

another beer, are you?

Get your own beer, Bill.

Come on. Let me

show you the war room.

So that Helen of yours...

What a live wire.

"Get your own beer, Bill."

Makes you wonder what's going on

in that little head of hers.

You can say that again.

My first kill.

That is Uncle Bob.

Now, I gather it was

Helen's idea to get a zombie.

Yes, it was.

She seems pretty friendly with it.

What are you suggesting?

Look, Robinson, when people

get attached to their zombies,

it, uh... it only spells trouble.

Trouble for me,

trouble for you...

trouble for Mrs. Henderson.

Mrs... Mrs. Henderson?

Somebody's zombie got her.

Did they?

Well, I don't know, Robinson.

Why don't you tell me.

Chances are you know

a lot more than you think.

Well, that was fun.

Timmy, go to bed.

Helen, we have to talk.

Oh, lighten up, Bill.

Helen.

I am trying to have a serious discussion

with you, Helen.

Turn that off, Helen!

What is that damn zombie

doing in my E-Z Boy?

Bill.

We haven't danced

since our wedding night.

This is hardly the time.

Come on, Bill.

Dance with me.

I don't...

Helen.

That... is enough.

Well, if you're not

gonna dance with me,

I know someone who will.

Bill! Bill!

Nighty-night.

I'm sorry about Bill.

He's...

He's just...

I wish I would have known you before.

Before you died.

Do you remember that?

Can I see that?

"Timmy... R."

Fido?

Fido!

What are you doing with Fido?

Oh, I think we both know

what's gonna happen to Fido.

No! You can't!

He didn't do anything wrong!

Well, maybe he didn't,

but you did.

And because you made

friends with a zombie,

a lot of nice people

in this neighborhood got killed.

You didn't think of that, did you?

Timmy...

do you know that I could

send you and your whole family

to the Wild Zone

for what you've done?

How do you think

I got the Johnson place?

But I had a nice talk

with your parents,

and they assured me that nothing like this

would ever happen again.

Isn't that right, Helen?

Go to your room.

Now.

Yes, sir.

These little problems are

all about containment.

And Floyd hits this big slice into

the clubhouse,

and the ball hits old man Patterson

right between the eyes.

I thought we were gonna have

our first zombie golfer.

How come they blame the bullies

for Mrs. Henderson getting killed?

Well, we're just lucky to have a neighbor

like Mr. Bottoms.

Your mother is right, Tim.

But Fido had to die.

The bullies got blamed

for it anyways.

Mom killed the bullies

and didn't tell anyone.

How come she didn't

get in trouble?

Why... Why are we

talking about this?

I thought we agreed we weren't gonna have

to talk about this!

Bill, where are you going?

I loved Fido, too, you know.

- You did?

- Yeah.

Well...

in a way I did.

Like Mr. Theopolis loves Tammy?

No, he does not.

Like a friend, Timmy.

Just like that.

You see, Timmy, the thing

about your dad...

is that he is still

a part of this family.

He is?

Of course he is.

Why would you say

something like that?

I think he loves us.

I do.

I just think that

he's afraid to admit it.

Dad, you just

passed the school.

Oh.

So I did.

Bye, Dad.

Uh, Timmy...

uh...

Look, l... I know it's hard.

I understand.

You do?

Sure I do.

Look, son...

I know when you're a kid,

you feel things.

A lot of...

things.

But you have to get over that.

Get over what?

Feelings.

Feelings.

Not important, okay?

Being alive is what counts.

Wait a minute. I got something.

Go on. Open it.

- It's a gun.

- Take it out.

I know you're not supposed to have

a handgun...

until you're 12...

but it can come in real handy.

What do you say?

Thanks, Dad.

This will just be between us.

Keep it in your book bag.

Don't forget the bullets.

There you go.

Have a good day, Tim.

Bye, Dad.

Bill?

Do you think we did the right thing

sending Fido back?

I had a great chat with Tim today.

I think everything is

gonna be just fine.

Really?

Absolutely.

Bill, do you love me?

I'm pregnant.

Oh.

I'm sure it's nothing.

You're just gaining a little weight.

Helen.

I just don't think on my salary

I can afford another funeral.

- Are you sure?

- I heard Daddy on the phone.

He said he never wastes

a good zombie.

He's got him working the factory.

Can you get us in there?

Are you crazy?

My dad would kill me.

No, I mean he really would kill me.

But I know someone who can.

Not the teeth, baby.

Good girl.

Mr. Theopolis?

Yeah.

Is Tammy your girlfriend?

What do you mean?

Cindy says that she's your girlfriend,

and you got fired from Zomcon

for having a zombie girlfriend.

She said that?

Aren't you worried

they'll take her away?

Nah.

I'll just get me another one,

the same vintage.

Hey, I'm kidding.

I went and hurt her feelings.

So, you clear on the plan?

Yeah.

- Theopolis.

- Hi, Frank.

What are you doing back here?

Oh, you know, just bringing the old unit

in for a tune-up.

It's, um... Tammy.

- Right?

- That's right. Tammy.

So...

Okay, go ahead.

Thanks, Frank.

Timmy!

Bill!

If Timmy hadn't broken

the rules in the first place,

none of this would have happened.

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