The Slumber Party Massacre

- Hey, take it easy!

- What'd I win? A hundred dollars?

You won... You ready for this?

Your own KDED T-shirt!

Oh.

Trish, honey, where are you?

Coming, Mom.

We're leaving, baby.

A little music for Friday morning.

And now here's the news

with Emma Chapman.

Our top story:
The police are still

searching for escaped murderer Russ Thorn.

Thorn was convicted of the brutal slaying of

five people in Venice, California, in 1969.

More news in a moment...

How about my blue jacket?

Did you remember that?

- It's in there.

- Okay.

- The plane tickets, where are they?

- I have them.

Trish, the chips are under the sink

and there's soda in the fridge,

and our number at the hotel

is right by the phone.

Okay, Mom. Everything will be fine.

Annette, we have to

go right this minute.

Mr. Contant will be home all

weekend and he'll look in on you.

Hi, Mr. Contant.

Don't worry, I won't let the

girls get into any trouble.

Sh*t!

Annette!

- Bye-bye, baby.

- Bye.

You lock all the doors and windows.

Mom, I'm 18 years old, remember?

You'll always be my baby.

- You gotta be more aggressive

- Okay, who should I ask?

Um...

Well, how about Kim?

Nah, she wouldn't go with me.

- Um... how about that new girl?

- Me, ask Valerie?

This is the real thing.

I think I'm in love.

Give me five minutes.

Hi. My name's Jeff.

Can I help you with that?

Sure, thanks.

You know, I've been having some ringing

in my ear... I mean, in my phone, and I

thought maybe a phone woman could help

me. Are all phone women this pretty?

I wouldn't know.

Would you ever consider

dating a younger man?

You know what they say

about younger men:

- Try it, you'll like it.

- I hadn't really thought about it.

- Well, my number's on the board.

- Your number is zero.

Alright, girls, it's late.

Now stick to your zones, try to keep

open. Diane, don't hog the ball.

Now hustle. Downcourt,

okay? Downcourt.

- Two seconds!

- Diane, pass the ball!

- Come on.

- Oh!

Oh, shoot!

It's not a smart move,

Jackie Larry Bird you ain't.

Now get in range and

give yourself a chance.

Boy, that new girl

sure is good looking.

Valerie.

Let's go Valerie, come on!

Let's go, Val!

Alright, Val!

Nice layup, Valerie!

Teacher's pet.

Alright, this is the last week of varsity

basketball. Next week, we start tryouts

for baseball.

Cool down now and

head for the showers.

You know, I think your

tits are getting bigger.

Mine?

- Hey Linda?

- Yeah?

- You like watching basketball on TV?

- Yeah.

I love all those great big guys in their

cute little shorts. How about you?

Yeah, I do. But I love football.

- How come?

- Brian Sipe is a doll.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I wish he took his

helmet off more often.

- Want to go to a party tonight?

- Where's it gonna be?

My house.

I don't know. I've gotta study.

I've got a test on Monday.

Trish, pass the soap. Thanks.

Hey, Jackie, I could kill

you for what you did today.

Hey Trish, remind me: Next time I have

the ball, don't throw it to Jackie.

If I do get the ball

to you, don't shoot.

Valerie, you played such

nice basketball out there.

Thanks, Trish.

The woman gets up there and

she throws her baby down.

And the guy catches it.

And, like, the crowd is going crazy.

And the guy goes, "Touchdown!"

Oh, God!

What?

I think we should invite

Valerie to the party.

I thought it was supposed to be

for the game, like old times.

It is. No boys, by the way. Got it?

Eh, we'll talk about it.

- No way, my parents would kill me.

- They won't find out.

Look, what do you have

against Valerie, anyway?

Nothing.

She drinks too much milk.

Wouldn't have anything to do with how good

a basketball player she is, would it?

Or how pretty she is?

She works at it. Do you ever notice

how perfect her eyeliner is?

- There's no reason to be unkind.

- I don't like people I have to get to know.

Hey, it's her problem she

transferred here, not mine.

Diane, you're a snob.

Hey, only the best

people are, you know?

- Well, I'm going to ask her.

- Fine. Just go right ahead.

Hey, Valerie!

I'm having a few girls over tonight,

and I was wondering if maybe you...

I can't, Trish. I'm sorry.

- Oh, come on

- I have to go.

She heard.

I don't know if I can go, my mom

is on my case about my grades.

That's tough. Mine,

too, but I'll be there.

Jeff, you forgot one small

detail:
You weren't invited.

Trish, I don't let the little

details get in my way.

Guys, I forgot something.

I'll catch up with you later.

Okay. Bye, Linda.

Hey guys, I've got some

provisions for the party tonight.

What are provisions? You know, Doritos,

No-Doz, bennies, crystal meth...

Oh, Linda. Where are you going?

I forgot a book in my locker. There's

a test on Monday; I have to pass it.

Ok, but hurry. They'll be

locking the building up soon.

Hey, thanks Mark.

See you tomorrow.

Holy sh*t! I think

you broke my back.

John Minor, what are you doing

scaring me to death like that?

I won't try it again,

that's for sure.

Better learn to fall better.

You could get hurt.

What about tonight?

Well, I don't know. The party's

supposed to be for girls only.

- For old time's sake.

- You can get out of that, can't you?

Maybe.

See you around. Take

it easy on that back.

Back in 1969, our own beach community of

Venice, California, was shocked by a string

of brutal murders

The man who committed these crimes,

Russ Thorn, is the subject of a...

Oh, hi, Rachel!

- What are you doing?

- I was just putting in your peephole.

Thanks. Did the telephone

repairman come by today?

- Yeah, I saw his van across the street.

- You haven't seen my cat around, have you?

Not all day.

By the way, your bookshelves'll

be ready next Tuesday.

- Thanks, Pam.

- Sure.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Diane, what's happening?

- Well...

Okay.

But you know Mom's gonna be real

bummed if you bring him in the house.

Just a sec.

I think someone's

here, I gotta go.

Trish, my god, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

The door was open and I didn't see you

anywhere. I got worried, so I came in.

I was just checking the house out.

I'm okay, I guess being alone had

me more spooked than I realized.

Look, why don't you just come

in and sit down for a second?

I'm okay.

No, come on in. I'll stay with

you until your friends get here.

Thanks.

Oh, kitty! Muffin, I'm sorry.

Oh, Muffin. Kitty?

Here, kitty. Muffin.

Oh, yes. It's okay.

- Let's go by and scare the girls tonight.

- But we're not invited.

Just a baby scare. I mean,

you know girls love to scream.

I don't know.

What's the worst that can happen?

I mean, so they get mad at us.

- They could beat the sh*t out of us.

- Like they did in the f***ing gym.

Three times.

That's them now.

Go ahead and finish your coffee.

- Who is it?

- We're here for the orgy.

Open the door, let us in. Hurry!

Look what I scored from my older

brother. And that ain't the half of it.

Gee, that's swell. Soda pop.

What's the matter with you?

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