The Slumber Party Massacre Page #3

- Look, this was all his idea.

- Oh, sure.

I'll kill you guys.

Get outta here.

Not again!

Courtney!

Get off me, you creep!

Are you crazy? You could have

hurt me with that knife!

Not really, it's very dull. Besides, you

deserve it after what you said to me.

I apologize, okay?

You have to admit I had

you really scared.

- I admit it.

- You won't tell mom, will you?

Kid, you're a case!

- Hi, gorgeous.

- So let's go.

I can't go right now. We'll work something

out. Why don't you come into the garage?

Okay.

You mess up my hair and

you're dead meat, Val.

Don't worry about it.

Do you think I'll

ever be beautiful?

I don't know. Look at me.

No, not a chance.

Not if I have the same genes

as you, anyway. What's this?

What?

You're just a pest

today, aren't you?

You weren't invited to

the party, were you?

Don't put on so much eye shadow.

It's already way too heavy.

Do you think there

are boys over there?

Yeah, there's always boys

around Trish and Diane.

Well, let's crash the party.

Why don't we change your hairstyle?

This one's not working.

Anything is okay with me.

We can try the Brook Shields look.

You know, the frizz look?

Just make me look like you.

So Zachary at least made it to

the fourth inning, with no runs.

The first bad starter past

the third in this series.

Then Darrel Thomas doubled,

and Dusty Baker doubled him in.

- So much for Zachary.

- I think you're gonna have a shiner, Jeff.

How are you going to

explain it to your mother?

Aren't you supposed to

put something on it?

- Have you got a steak?

- I'll go check and see.

- So then Cey Homer...

- So far we're agreed.

I don't have a steak.

What else can we use?

No, we can't. Not here.

No one can see us.

The girls could walk

in here at any second.

It's been like Grand

Central Station all night.

Come on, baby.

You're driving me crazy.

I can't do it.

Then come on over to my place.

My parents won't be home for hours.

The girls would kill me.

Trish is very understanding.

Hold on, I'll be right back.

Come on and try it!

That's ridiculous! Nobody puts

a hot dog on a black eye.

Don't be so self-conscious.

Hi, Diane.

Hi.

- What are you making?

- Strawberry daquiri.

We can't figure out who made

the runs at last night's game.

- Cey Homer.

- We got that.

- Trish?

- Where's Mr. Right?

- We're gonna go out for some beer, okay?

- Hey, don't you want a strawberry...

- She wants a beer, I think. Right?

- Yeah, right. We'll be back.

Okay?

You don't have to ask

my permission, Diane.

It just goes to show you can't

bring back the old days.

Well...

That was a b*tch,

but now it's done.

What'd you hear?

Some honking, and

then some screaming.

It seems pretty quiet now.

Do you think they're doing something,

you know... funky over there?

No, they're just playing games.

Forget about them. They're not

worried about us, after all.

- You know who'd remember?

- Who?

Coach Jana.

I don't know why we let you guys in

with the stunts you pulled tonight.

- Here.

- Thanks.

Here we go!

- House specialty.

- Thanks, Kim.

Sure.

Yeah, that barbie doll

trick was pretty gross.

What barbie doll?

Holy cow. The pizza. I almost

forgot. I'll get some bucks.

We'll get the door.

Hey, let's go ask Jana,

before it gets too late.

- What's the damage?

- Six, so far.

Six, even.

Hi, Coach Jana?

This is Kimberley Clark.

- I just wanted to ask you a question.

- What's up?

Did you happen to catch

last night's ballgame?

Sure did, it was a rout.

We're trying to figure out

where the six runs came from.

- Well, you've got Cey Homer, obviously.

- Yeah, you've got Cey...

- Here's four.

- Okay, here's one.

Here, I'll take all this,

you pay with the ten, okay?

Pizza!

Kimberly, is this

some kind of a joke?

Hello?

We've got to call

anything, anybody,

Hello?

There's been a murder,

we're all alone. Please send help.

- Where's Diane?

- Please send the police.

We are in 3664 of...

Hello? Hello?!

The line is dead!

The line is dead.

Well, I don't know, coach. My little

sister did hear some screaming,

but it seems perfectly quiet now.

Do you think you can go

over there and take a look?

Well, if you want me to, I guess.

But frankly, I'd rather not.

Oh, never mind, it's a bad idea.

You shouldn't go out of the house.

Maybe I'll go over there by myself.

I bet they're having

a blast over there.

Well, let me know if

there's anything I can do.

Okay?

Okay. Take care. Bye bye.

I'll go. I'd love to go.

You just want them to see you with

your hair up like that. You can't go.

It's out of the question, alright?

Courtney! I'll tell mom.

I think we should turn off a lot of the

lights, close the curtains that aren't

already closed, and make sure

all the doors are locked.

Ok, it's a beginning. Let's go.

Jeff, we gotta do something

to help the girls.

Okay, what can we do?

Perhaps it we should make a run for

it. Valerie Bates lives next door.

What if we don't make it?

Maybe we should split up.

One of us'll make it, even

if the other one doesn't.

Here, this is a good one. I almost took

my finger off chopping carrots yesterday.

I wish I hadn't dropped

out of Cub Scouts.

Maybe I would have learned

what to do with it.

Jeff, think this is a good idea? Maybe

if we all just stuck together now...

It's the right thing to do.

I know it.

Are you guys set?

You have to go through the garage,

then Mr. Contant's house is right there.

You know he's home?

Yeah. If there's anything

I know, it's that.

Ready?

- Ready?

- Ready!

- Are you ready?

- Yeah.

Hello?

Hi, is Michelle there?

Hello? Anybody?

Valerie! Anybody home?

Oh! Candy, you scared me!

You know what I told you in school? You know,

what Val told me about the French kissing?

You know, with your tongue

and everything like that?

Valerie, open up! Come on!

Hey, Candy. Come on.

Hey, you're freaking me out.

Oh God! Oh, God, please open up!

Oh, God, Valerie! Open up, please!

Oh, God! Please, Valerie!

He started kissing me, and he stuck his

tongue in my mouth. I could have died.

I thought I was gonna

throw up or something.

No, I didn't throw up,

I just felt like it.

It was so gross. It was

all slimy and everything.

Oh, I just wanted to die.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Four! Sh*t.

How long are we gonna have to stay

like this? My arms are getting tired.

Until help comes.

If it comes.

You know what? I'm hungry.

- Me too.

- And what are we gonna do with him?

Maybe we should cover him up.

- He's dead, alright.

- No kidding.

- He's so cold.

- Is the pizza?

Ugh.

Well, life goes on after all,

and eating makes me feel best.

And I feel bad. Boy, do I feel bad.

Ugh. Ew.

I feel better already.

Really, I do.

Did you hear that?

What if it's Neil?

Or Jeff?

- We'd better open the door.

- No!

No!

Come on!

Courtney! Telephone!

Courtney?

Courtney?

Damn.

Trish?

We have to let her in.

Help. They can't get in.

Jackie, wait, Jackie!

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