Fido Page #5

He messed up, not me.

I suppose you think he got so attached

to the damned thing

because I'm a bad father.

I'd say I'm a pretty

darn good father.

My father tried to eat me.

I don't remember trying to eat Timmy.

Bill, just because your father

tried to eat you,

does that mean we all have to be

unhappy...

forever?

Welcome to Zomcon's

returns department.

Please... stay with your zombie

at all times,

maintain an orderly line

between the railings,

and use our conveniently

placed safety buttons...

Come on.

- Are you all right, Mr. Theopolis?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Now, the door into the factory

is right behind the clerk.

Are you ready?

All right.

Honey...

I'm gonna be gone

for a little while,

and then I'm gonna

come back, all right?

You stay here.

All right. Let's do this.

Wild zombie! Wild zombie!

That's my Tammy.

You... You knucklehead!

Fido?

All right, seal off the returns room...

and shut off that damned alarm.

You naughty little boy.

No, not you.

I'll call you back.

Fido?

Fido?

Fido!

I'll be right down!

Hello, Timmy.

No!

Turn the car around.

We need to keep the road clear.

Of course, Frank.

- What's happening here?

- I'll call it in!

This way! This way!

Timmy!

Bill, give me that gun.

I'm going in.

You stay here

in case Timmy shows up.

No, l... I want to.

Bill, give me the shotgun.

I am a good father.

Bill!

Remember, Helen...

head coffin.

- I just wanna show you something.

- You can't make me go!

- Come on!

- No!

Now... take a look,

all right?

Out there is chaos.

And in here is safety.

People who don't understand that

end up on the wrong side

of the fence.

Now go on and make yourself

some friends.

No! No!

Let me out! Please!

Stay away from me.

Come on, Robinson.

All right. All right.

Fido, it's you.

Where's Timmy Boy?

They're not particularly fast,

are they?

Fido!

Dad!

Robinson?

I'd like you to let my son

back inside the gate now, please.

I don't think so.

Now you be quiet!

Help!

Leave him alone!

Dad!

Get him, boy!

Fido! Behind you!

Mom!

Where's your father?

Get in.

See you later, Frank.

My God.

Zomcon forces spent

Saturday afternoon

securing a Wild Zone breach

within Willard's own

Zomcon Containment Center.

Human casualties were low,

but the nation mourns one of its greatest

and most respected war heroes.

Zomcon Chief John Bottoms

died valiantly

while defending

the people of Willard

from a wild zombie outbreak

caused by this man...

Frank Murphy,

a once-trusted Zomcon

security guard,

who was caught accepting bribes

from a renegade group

of wild zombie poachers.

Are you ready, dear?

Head coffin, please.

Bill Robinson...

from dust have you come,

and to dust shall you return.

But from dust shall you not be

resurrected.

It's what he always wanted.

Okay, Tammy,

just what you ordered.

Now don't you move a muscle.

There's only one Tammy

in the world, right?

Nice catch!

Hi, Timmy. Hi, Fido.

Hi, Timmy.

Surprised?

Sort of.

It's okay.

He's so cool in a way.

And he's a lot nicer.

- Do you wanna play catch?

- Sure.

Does, uh, your zombie

wanna play?

What do you call him, anyways?

I don't know.

Right now I'm just calling him Daddy.

Sure. Okay.

Come on.

Come on, Daddy.

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