Trailer Park Of Terror Page #4

Wait. You hear that?

Rain's stopped.

I want to get out of here.

I'll figure it out

in the daylight.

Okay. Now, I've kept you guys

way too long.

So y'all are staying here tonight.

I won't hear any argument. I got

plenty of space to hold you till morning.

- Hey!

- Oh, jeez.

What the f*** is this place?

Well...

- The House of Fun?

you probably don't realize it,

but y'all are standing

in a little bit of history right here.

Long ago, truckers far and wide

used to stop here for a little R&R

in the middle of their long haul

through the good old southern U.S. of A.

So this used to be

some kind of whorehouse?

- Asian massage.

- Dibs.

- I could sleep here, if that's okay.

- That's disgusting.

Gross.

Don't you worry yourself,

sweetheart.

I got something more upscale

in mind for y'all.

Come on, girls.

Let's go. It's okay.

Well, come on in.

Don't be getting shy on me now.

I think there's a light in here somewhere.

Oh, right.

I know, it's a bit musty in here,

but just pretend like it ain't.

And there's just the one bedroom,

but y'all will figure it out, I'm sure.

- Mr. Lewis? This is worse.

- It'll be fine. It's just for the night.

Let's just be grateful

that God has provided.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Oh, no problem. This was the home

of a genuine war hero, ladies.

He served his country, and he did it proud.

Well, it looks like

he got nothing in return.

- Hey.

- Thank you.

Thank you. We'll survive.

Good night.

- Good night.

Lock the door. Lock it.

Check it out. It's a soft floor.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

- It's gonna hold.

- Would you do this? Would you do this?

Ew!

I got the bedroom, losers.

There's no way I can sleep here.

Tiffany, it's just one night.

Right.

Ma'am, I can't thank you enough.

My back door's always open. Nighty night.

"It is with passion that we praise..."

You can't do this, Gordon.

You can't... Christ.

Jesus!

- Dude, you freaked us out!

- So?

So don't be sneaking around

like that, a**hole.

I was gonna knock, but the window

was closer. And it was scarier, huh?

Where's Amber? She is here, right?

No, f***-nut.

She upgraded to the honeymoon suite.

It's time for you two to leave.

What?

- Now.

- We're not going anywhere, Amber.

- Oh, okay.

Then you can just watch us.

I'm sure you'd get into that freaky sh*t.

Yeah. Yeah!

You like that? Yeah?

You wanna watch, you f***ing b*tch?

Yeah, you know

she's into that freaky Goth sh*t. Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

It's official.

This night cannot get any shittier.

Sorry.

- Watch it!

Damn.

- Just calm down, okay?

- Oh, man.

This place is

really freaking me out.

Wait!

You gotta be kidding me. Pink flamingoes?

It's a trailer park.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, man.

Come on.

No, don't. I don't wanna see what's in here.

Just try not to think about it

and go to sleep.

God forgive me.

We shouldn't be doing it.

This is wrong. We gotta stop.

No, we can't. This is sin.

Well, hell, ain't that

half the fun of it, Reverend?

This is wrong. We gotta stop.

Go.

What are you?

- What are you?

- Oh.

I see.

I'm not the same girl that you first met.

I'm not the girl you fell in love with?

I've changed. Is that it?

Bring it back.

- I can't.

Bring it back!

- I can't.

To hell with you, Reverend!

Bring it back.

Come on, bring it back!

Yeah? Well, how's about a little head?

Well, damn.

Don't you know it ain't good to leave

your woman drying out in the sack?

Hey, Mike, you hear that?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Whoa!

The Norma lady said we could stay.

I didn't know anybody else was here.

Number-one massage.

Come.

I don't know.

So good for you.

- Yes?

- No. No, no, no.

Very good for you.

- Okay.

Whoa!

Good boy!

Somebody's got smoke.

Yes. Such a good boy.

Such a big, big boy.

Hello?

Is this your stuff?

F***.

Stop.

- Why would I wanna do that?

God! Will you just f***ing stop

for a second?

Stop playing. What?

I have to go.

Go! What do you mean you gotta go?

- Go where?

- You know. Go.

Well, hurry your ass back.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

It's about goddamn time.

Oh, f***. Oh, yeah, Amber.

Oh, f***! You are such a dirty girl, babe.

Alex?

What the f***?

Amber.

You are so f***ing dead, b*tch!

- You got that backwards, darling.

- Amber!

Howdy. I'm Marv.

Come here, boy!

Marv!

Get over here and tell me

if this b*tch is prettier than me.

Sh*t, darling. She ain't nothing.

She looks a little used up, if you ask me.

Ain't much for my taste.

- Oh, God, God! Please help me.

- God?

God took his ass out of here

a long time ago, sweetheart.

If you want help,

you best be asking Norma.

It's okay, baby.

Hey, Marv,

bring these a**holes over to my trailer.

I just got me some inspiration.

What now?

Some fun.

- Sh*t, Norma.

We ain't got the goddamn time.

We gotta get a job done.

Sh*t! Now, God damn it,

let's get the job done

and just have some fun, me and you.

God bless you, you're jealous.

It don't look good on you.

Well, nothing look good

on you anymore.

You would.

- "You would."

Let's go, sh*t-stains! Come on!

You want a happy ending?

Come on.

No happy ending?

No happy ending!

Massage?

Oh, sh*t!

You took my sh*t.

Nobody touches my sh*t.

Oh, f***! I'm tripping.

- You wanna go on a trip, baby?

- Yeah.

Oh, man,

this is some scary sh*t.

No.

This is the scary sh*t.

Give me a hand, baby!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Where'd I go?

You can't see me.

Bridget.

Bridget. Bridget!

I see you, baby!

The King is coming!

Somebody help me!

Oh, yeah!

They're gonna write songs

about what I do to you, b*tch!

F***!

F***! Hey! Hey!

You better watch your step over there,

little girl!

You never know what kind of surprises

I may have left in there!

Hey, hey, could be anything!

Somebody help me!

Oh, Jesus! Tiffany.

Maybe I laid a mine right there.

Maybe I didn't.

You know what?

I can't remember

what the f*** I did do!

Boom!

Oh, God!

Hey, hey!

It don't matter, no way!

You're still f***ed, honey bunny!

You better hope they don't put me back

together again, b*tch!

'Cause if they do...

Sh*t, yeah!

Marv! Stank!

My penis!

My meat!

Where's my meat?

Where's my meat?

I smell meat.

What kind of sorry sh*t

are they sending me?

You're half-eaten already.

Please, God, I don't wanna die!

Please. I don't wanna die.

Sausage biscuit, I'm sorry.

I think maybe you best just go

and get some help.

Missing your chicken wing

like you are there.

Honey, I was just kidding!

- You think I'm gonna let a prime...

- No.

...piece of rump roast like you

out of my Crock-Pot?

No!

- Sit down.

- F***! We won't tell anybody.

Of course you won't tell nobody.

Shut the f*** up.

Aw...

- Beautiful.

- Christ.

All right, I know y'all are young

and you're full of lust in your hearts.

And I know y'all were back there

having what they call

sex. Am I right?

Well, that's a goddamn

f***ing shame! Huh?

Pastor Lewis trying to teach

you sh*t-ass kids a lesson

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