Goosebumps Page #4

We're moving again.

So, what do you wanna do now?

Zach, dude.

- But I don't wanna leave.

- I like it here.

Hannah, you have to understand.

I don't have to understand

anything.

Why can't we be normal for once?

Because we're not a normal

family. Now go get your things.

I'm so over this.

Oh! Teenagers.

I could've killed you.

That was a terrible throw.

How?

What are you doing here?

Go home.

No. Not until you explain

what's going on.

No, no, no.

I can't explain it.

We were almost just eaten

by Frosty the Snowman,

which should be impossible,

by the way, so try.

Okay, look...

Where do I begin? When I was

younger,

I suffered from terrible

allergies that kept me indoors.

And all the kids

threw rocks at my window

and called me names.

So I created

my own friends.

Monsters, demons, ghouls

to terrorize my neighborhood

and all the kids

that made fun of me.

And they became real

to me.

And then one day,

they actually...

became real.

My monsters literally

leapt off the page.

As long as the books

remain locked, we're safe.

But when they open,

well, you've just seen

what happens.

I'm allergic

to dust mites.

What's your point?

I'm just saying,

I have allergies too.

So I understand.

Why am I talking to you?

Hannah, let's go.

Hannah!

I'm sorry.

Let's go.

Hannah, you grab A to M,

I'll get M to Z.

And keep the man-eating plant

away from the bug-eyed aliens.

Oh, no. Not him.

Hello, Papa.

How long's it been?

Feels like forever.

Who are your new friends?

We're not friends.

Barely know him.

Slappy, it's so nice

to see you again.

Did you miss me?

Of course

I missed you.

So, what's the plan, friend?

You must've brought me out

for something fun.

Terrorize the locals?

Destroy the town?

Let's get silly.

You guessed it, Slappy.

I'm going to destroy Madison,

and I...

And I couldn't do it

without you.

Aw, shucks.

You're giving me...

Oh, what's the word?

Goosebumps.

Oh, my God. He's so creepy.

Oh, he is such a crack-up.

Such a clever dummy.

Who are you calling "dummy,"

dummy?

You're trying

to put me back in?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't be silly.

I know when you're lying to me,

Papa.

You've made Slappy

very unhappy.

He's not going back on the shelf

ever again.

Slappy, no, wait!

I think it's time

I started

pulling the strings

in this relationship.

Tonight is gonna be the best

story you've ever written.

All of your children

are coming out to play.

Oh, thank God he's gone.

Oh, God. He's gone.

And he's taken all the books.

That one's a real page-turner.

- Congratulations.

- You've just released a demon.

A ventriloquist dummy with

a serious Napoleonic complex.

I only opened one book, and now

I see that was a mistake.

The snowman must've knocked

Slappy's book down.

- I still blame him.

- I don't like you, boy.

It's locked

from the outside.

Out the kitchen door.

Go now.

Why is that here?

I don't know.

Maybe they're friendly.

Not friendly.

Definitely not friendly.

Ooh.

He's stuck to my face.

Definitely not friendly.

Dad! Aah!

Hold on. I'll save you.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

Ready, set, go.

I'm sorry.

Help me. Oh, no, no, no.

Help, someone.

Get back. Get back.

Get back.

Heave-ho. Heave-ho.

Heave-ho.

Help me. Help me. Get them off.

Okay, okay.

Heave-ho. Heave-ho.

Quickly.

Shut it. Shut it.

- Did you get them all?

Heave-ho. Heave-ho...

Untie me.

I imagined something different.

"Come over to my house.

There will be girls.

I'm your wingman. "

Oh, no, no, no.

We got to get out of here.

We need to get

to the basement.

It's locked.

I picked it.

That's breaking and entering!

Watch out for the bear traps.

Why'd it have to be bear traps?

- All right, come on. Hurry.

- Come on.

- Lock it! Lock it!

- Okay.

Why couldn't you have

written stories

about rainbows

and unicorns?

Because that doesn't sell

400 million copies.

Whoa, domestic?

No, worldwide.

It's still very impressive.

Shut up.

What is that?

He's burning the books.

Why's he doing that?

So there's no way to get

the monsters back inside.

It's Slappy's revenge.

Slappy's Revenge.

That's a good title.

Sorry, folks.

I'd slow down,

but I can't reach

the brake.

Hey, check out

my new best seller.

It'll grow on you.

Dropped calls are gonna be the

least of this town's problems.

I'm driving myself crazy!

- The town has been invaded.

- Communications are down.

We're talking mass chaos,

and no one knows how to stop it.

What do you think?

I'm not sure. I...

I'm not... I don't know.

It's

The Blob.

The Blob. The original

one with Steve McQueen.

Oh, I can't believe

you don't know that movie.

Come over to my house.

I got it on LaserDisc.

We'll wa...

Power went out again.

God. All night with this.

Well, these emergency lights

should kick on soon.

Somebody left

their ventriloquist dummy.

Who you calling "dummy"?

It's talking.

What is that thing?

I come in peace.

Unarmed.

I just wanna read you

a bedtime story.

- Sir, shut your mouth.

- Okay.

Because that's not gonna

stop me.

Hands where I can see them.

Officers!

You've been relieved

of your duties. Ha, ha!

Now, freeze.

Hello?

Oh, hello, cutie.

You must be lost.

Oh, and no tags.

Well, let's get you some water.

We'll take you around

the neighborhood

and we'll find your owner.

Is he handsome? Is he single?

Is he thinking about leaving

his wife and needs a push?

All right.

Trying not to spill.

Don't be clumsy,

Lorraine.

Okay, you must be

so thirsty.

Everyone in town's been frozen.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Dad.

Dad, what happened to...?

Wait.

Oh. Oh, thank God.

Guys, false alarm.

It's not my dad.

What are we going to do?

Without those manuscripts,

there's nothing

I can do.

If... If you wrote the monsters

off the page,

then maybe there's a way

you could write them back on.

Wait... Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Why don't you just do that?

You have any idea how many

stories I'd have to write

to capture every monster

I've created?

I already have carpal tunnel

in both hands.

Dad, just listen to him.

It's a great idea.

Just one.

One story to capture them all.

Hmm, simple.

Just one, one story,

with every monster

I've ever created.

Brilliant. Really good idea.

He's a keeper.

You have a better idea?

Mm-hm, mm-hm.

A much better idea.

No, not now, I don't,

but...

Okay, then we gotta

get you to a computer

so you can start writing.

There's...

There's a computer store.

Just break in.

No, no, no.

I need my typewriter.

- What?

- Every story I've written

was on that Smith Corona.

It's not just me.

That typewriter is special.

It has a soul of its own.

If I write on anything else,

it won't work.

Where's the typewriter?

Oh, don't worry.

It's somewhere safe.

? Get ugly

? And everybody say

? Get ugly

? Get ugly

? Get ugly

Come on.

Come on,

come on, come on.

Just give me one bar.

This was working earlier.

Brains.

Aah!

I'm sorry.

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