Krampus Page #3
It's getting late.
Beth should be home by now.
She's fine.
She's at Derek's.
All the more reason to worry.
Hey, hon, relax.
Just for once, okay?
How's everybody else doing?
You know, cranky, bored,
sick of the snow.
And each other.
'Tis the season.
Oh, god, I miss us.
Me too.
Mom, dad.
It's already dark out
and Beth isn't back yet.
Hey, Howard.
Do you think your Hummer
could get through this mess?
Lucinda?
I could point her due east,
hit the gas
and she'd be
storming the beaches
at normandy by sunrise.
What's on your mind, t?
Well, it's-it's Beth.
She went to her boyfriend's
earlier and she hasn't
come back yet.
See? Let them out of
your sight for one second,
and boom, shotgun wedding.
Aunt Dorothy, please.
Well, you ought to know.
It's probably nothing.
But I thought we'd go
pick her up,
take a quick swing around town,
see what's going on out there.
A little recon mission, huh?
Thought you'd never ask.
- Okay.
- Go to mama.
Yep.
All righty.
Thomas. Thomas.
What? Why?
What the hell is she
so riled up about?
She says not to go.
That it's too dangerous,
and that we should wait
until the storm's over.
- Tom.
- No, I got this.
Hey, mom, we have
to go pick up Beth,
but Max and Sarah
will take care of you
while I'm gone, okay?
Mom. Hey, mom, listen.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Global warming, my ass.
Must be negative 20
out here.
This just doesn't
make any sense.
You try am?
Yeah, I tried everything.
The storm
probably knocked out
the radio stations too.
I guess so.
What I wouldn't give
for a little bing Crosby
right about now.
All right, slow down.
What is that?
Is that a snowplow?
Ahh.
Hello?
Christ.
Poor bastard must have
sailed clear through.
Looks more like
the opposite.
What do you mean?
We got to find Beth.
You packed guns on Christmas.
Always be prepared,
boy scout.
It's kind of heavy.
Yeah. It's Linda's.
Oh, my gosh.
You had mom's angel
this whole time?
Yeah. I thought you knew.
No.
Oh.
Remember we used to fight
over who got to place her?
Yeah. You fought dirty.
I still have the scars.
Where do you think
my girls get it from?
Wow. You saved everything.
Yeah.
I figured that's what mom
would have done, you know.
Mom?
Probably just squirrels.
In this weather?
See?
- Squirrels.
- Right.
Probably playing
with their nuts.
Beth?
Derek!
Beth!
Quiet, Tommy.
I don't like this.
Whoever did this is
a demented son of a b*tch.
Don't worry.
We'll find her,
buddy.
Looks like a gas line blew.
What's that?
I've hunted a lot of game
in my day.
Those are hooves.
Big ones too.
Could be an elk or a goat.
What kind of goat
walks on its hind legs?
Beth!
Beth!
Beth!
Beth!
Beth!
- Beth!
- Tommy!
Wait up!
Howard!
- Oh, my god!
- Hold on, Howard!
Help! Oh, god!
Help me!
Come on!
Tommy!
Aah!
Something--
something's biting me!
Don't let go!
- Tommy?
Let's go!
What was that thing?
I don't know,
but we have to move!
Oh, my god.
Oh.
Lucinda!
Where do you think
you're going?
To find them.
I don't like this.
What are you talking about?
Tom and Howard know what
they're doing. They're fine.
- Are they?
- Mom?
Honey, I'll be right back.
I promise.
Just lock the door--
oh, god!
- Max, get the first aid kit!
Sarah, lock the door!
Girls! Make some room
for your dad!
- Get the door!
- Shut the door!
Where's Beth?
We heard gunshots!
I'll explain everything, but
right now everybody just needs
to stay calm and stay inside!
And get away from the windows!
Swords, guns,
knives, pots, pans!
Get whatever you can--
Howard!
What?
Not here.
Jiminy Christmas.
What happened out there?
Nothing.
It's just a scratch.
- Oh, my god. It looks
like something bit you.
- Nope.
Probably a bear trap
under the snow or something.
We don't have bears here.
Okay. Um--
kids, why don't you go into
the kitchen and get something
to eat now, okay?
You just don't wanna tell us
what's going on here!
Everybody into the kitchen
right now, Max, okay? Right now.
Come on. Let's go.
Girls, come on.
- Aunt Dorothy, will you
keep an eye on them?
- Why me?
I never liked kids,
even when I was one.
Please.
Oh, all right.
All right!
Come on, guys.
I'm gonna teach you how
to make peppermint schnapps.
Mom.
Mom, will you please go
into the kitchen
and help with the kids?
Come here, baby.
See? A little sugar
and a little spice--
uh-huh--
makes everything nice.
Mmm.
All right.
But don't you rat me out.
Who or what did all this?
Your guess is as good as mine.
First I thought
it was a gang thing.
But between this
and all the crazy stuff
we saw out here,
it just doesn't add up.
It could be terrorists, right?
Yeah, terrorists.
Maybe traded their suicide vests
for rabid snow dogs?
Tommy!
Tom, god!
Sorry. Sorry.
And, um--
- Beth?
- Okay.
She wasn't at Derek's,
but that doesn't mean anything.
She may have found
somewhere safe.
- So she's still out there.
- Yes. And we will find her.
I had to make sure
you guys were safe.
I had to get Howard back--
I don't care how long it takes.
We have to keep looking.
We have to pair up
and take turns--
- yes.
- We can't go back out there!
You see this?
- It's damn near frostbite
in under four minutes!
- Honey, keep your voice down.
Besides it being
subzero out there,
someone's tearing through
your fancy-ass neighborhood
picking everybody off.
- It's the truth!
- Honey, sweetheart. Listen, why
don't we just leave? Right?
We can all pile in the truck
and we'll just see as far
as we can get,
and we can pick up Beth--
the truck's gone.
- Torn to pieces.
- Linda, Sarah:
What?
Yeah. And even if she wasn't,
the streets are totally screwed.
We can't go anywhere.
It's too dangerous. You got it?
Howard, how much ammo
do you have?
maybe a dozen in my pocket. Why?
I think our best bet
is to stay put.
Board up all the doors
and windows.
And as soon
as the weather breaks,
we'll go find her.
I told you we should
have gone to my brother's.
Sure, Howard.
Christmas on a pig farm.
- Jesus was born in a barn!
- Knock it off, you guys!
What are we gonna
tell the kids?
- I don't know. The truth?
- Sure. Which version of it?
Hey, you guys.
Oh, god.
How much
did you hear?
Enough.
Mama, did someone take Beth?
Are they coming for us?
No. No, babies, no.
Everything's fine.
Beth's just with her boyfriend,
that's all.
And nothing bad's gonna happen
on Christmas, right?
You know what?
Let's have a campout, okay?
We'll watch a movie. Yeah?
Let's get cozy on the couch.
Go get your sister, Stevie.
Come on, baby.
Come on.
We'll find her,
i promise.
"And lo, the angel
of the lord came upon them.
And the glory of the lord
shone round about them.
And they were so afraid.
And the angel said unto them--
'fear not.
For behold, I bring you
tidings of great joy.'"
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