Return of the Killer Shrews Page #6

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Well, I guess I, uh,

became the alpha shrew.

I shared my food with them,

finger sandwiches and things...

What happened

when you ran out of food?

Visitors.

I mean there's always, um,

an occasional tourist.

We had a family with a new boat,

and a...

um, some young wealthy lovers.

They were all vey tasty

with a nice Beauiolais.

So how did you control them?

Well, you know...

that sound they make?

You know that screeching sound

while they're on the hunt?

Well, I learned how to imitate that.

When I make that sound,

they stay away.

I hit a few different notes,

I can get them to do anything.

Well, you overlooked one thing Jery.

What?

What do you think

you're gonna prove with this?

I'll, I'll tell you what I'll prove.

You're gonna toot this thing

until we get safely to the boat.

'Cuz remember Jery,

if we die, you die.

What am I going to do?

What am I going to do?

Maybe, maybe I can hunker down

into one of these old chemical drums,

duck walk to the water

like Thorne did, huh?

Ah, no that would never work.

They'd never go for that a second time.

No...

I don't want to go out like this.

I'll be damned.

I wonder what made them back off.

Get in here!

Thorne, Thorne, Oh Thorne!

Oh my god!

Oh man, am I glad to see you.

Yeah, well, well, Rook,

is Julie okay?

She didn't make it man.

Here, blow this! Call them off.

Blow it Jery!

All right, all right folks,

if you want to get off this island alive,

you'll follow me.

Come on. Get you, get your ass...

Thorne is right. Eveybody stay together.

Gotta head for the docks.

Jery, I'm tired of dragging your ass.

- What's that smell?

- That?

That is marsh gas,

othemise known as methane.

Uh, don't be lighting any matches.

Oh, a good thing I don't smoke.

All right, let's move!

Go, go, go. Get to the dock.

Get to the boat.

I'll meet up with you. Go, go, go!

- Here, blow on this!

- I don't want to!

- Go on!

- All right.

Yeah - don't stop now!

I don't take requests!

You worthless piece of shi...

Thorne, let's go. Come on,

we gotta go get to the boat.

Listen, go ahead,

go get 'em on the boat.

You know, we'll

we'll be along in a minute.

- Thorne, no!

- Don't argue with me.

Now just do what I tell you. Go!

Get your but moving.

Get up here.

I'm not going to drag you

all the way to the boat.

Come on!

Come on!

Hury Neavis!

Hey man, I'll get that.

- You got a weapon on this boat?

- What do you mean?

Something, just anything,

something that will start a fire.

- That's marsh gas back there.

- I sure as hell do, man.

A flare gun, huh?

- Perfect.

- Sam! Where are you going?

Where is he going?

To get Thorne!

Drag you all the way to the boat.

Come on!

The hell with this, Thorne!

Just kill me here. I don't care.

I'm not going another step.

You stay here and let those shrews

eat your worthless ass.

Hey Thorne!

I'll see you in hell.

I don't think so.

'Cuz I'm going north.

Thorne!

Holy moley.

Oh you, hey you do good work, kid.

Sam. Thorne.

Call me Sam.

Sam huh? Sam the man!

You do good work, Sam.

Let's go to the barn.

All right. Crank it up.

Aye, sir.

Do you think anyone would believe

what just happened

on that insane island?

Well, they better believe it.

You know, I've been here twice,

and twice is too many times.

- Third time's a charm.

- Oh maybe in fifty years or so.

Besides, we have proof.

On video tape.

Oh really Neavis, and where exactly

did you put the cameras?

Get out, get outta here. Come on, git!

Get back!

Who's ready for dinner?

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