Tremors 3: Back to Perfection Page #6

Oh. Oh!

Come on, come on.

I'll grab my weapon! Oh!

Go! Go!

Come on!

This way,

into the safe room!

Come on!

Seal it!

What is all this?

Food?

Better. M.R.E.s.

Most dense, most nutritious food

known to man.

Okay, okay, how long can we

wait it out in here?

Six, seven years.

Depending on how well

you maintain your dietary discipline.

Son of a b*tch is

meltin' the door down.

Damn his butane,

butt-blastin' ass.

Forget that! Here!

- Escape tunnel!

- Burt, I like you.

You should!

Go on, go on!

Burt, what happens if this thing

eats your food?

Ass-blaster

blitzkrieg.

Go on! I'll take care of it.

Trick or treat,

you son of a b*tch!

Five gallons of unleaded.

Oh, man. You really

go the distance!

Oh, yeah. I'm a masterpiece

of self-destruction.

Fire should reach my stock

of reloading powder right about...

now.

Cover!

Come on! Over here.

Go, go, go!

Aah!

- Burt!

- Now what?

Burt, where have you been?

We've been trying to raise you.

- You won't believe it.

- No, try me.

You know those flying shriekers?

We've got one!

Well, actually, it almost

got us, but you know how we got it?

Food! It ate half the food

in the store!

If they eat enough, they go into

a complete food coma!

No. No, no.

They multiply!

No, Burt, they don't!

Just feed it!

Give it all

your M.R.E.s.

Burt, do you copy?

Burt?

Burt, do you copy?

Burt?

Uh, Burt's, uh...

Burt's not available

at the moment,

but thanks for

the update, Nancy.

What kind of Supreme Being

would condone such irony?

Well, there are those who say,

the marksman aims at himself, Burt.

Power of non-attachment.

You need to tap into that right now.

Jack,

enough with the Zen zingers,

all right?

Burt? Maintain.

A lifetime of preparation,

and I end up a refugee?

I hate to ask, but have we gone through

all this just to be eaten by El Blanco?

Oh!

The explosions were so loud,

they have driven him far away.

You really should

read the comics.

Aah!

There's four more of them?

Nothing like a fire to attract

every heat-seekin'...

meat-eater in the valley.

- We gotta hide.

- Where? I have no home!

Junkyard.

- What?

- Junkyard! Yeah.

We just gotta

get that far.

The universe provides.

The universe

provides a boat?

And a blue tarp.

Come on!

Get your heinies up here before

they see us! Now, move! Come on!

Get in!

Put it over yourself!

Come on! Cover! Like I said, just stick

with Jack, you're gonna make it back. Whoo!

Whoa!

- Whoa-ho!

- Now, go left. No, no! Right!

Jack, now go right!

- Not that far! Now go right!

- Make up your mind!

Right!

Whoa! Ho!

What the heck...

Jeez...

Aw, the little turd.

We made it!

Look!

Plenty of places to hide!

Hey, wait.

It doesn't see us.

Calmly... get out of the boat.

And calmly...

just head for...

It sees us!

Sh*t! Run!

Got ya, Jodi!

Let's run.

Oh!

It's coming! It's coming!

Oh, my God.

Whoo! It's right there,

can you hear it?

I hear it.

- It's right there.

- That's what I said!

Let's get out of here!

- Yeah!

- That one's for Miguel!

- Whoo!

- About time we got a break.

Uh-oh. Here comes

the rest of'em.

God! Do you think they see us?

Do they know we're here?

No.

- Yeah.

- Cover. We gotta find cover.

Hey! We can

hide in these!

No.

There. There.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

- God, no! Can we hide over there?

- No time!

Well...

Let's assess the situation.

- We're screwed.

- We're screwed in an outhouse?

If I had been able to

grab just one gun!

- Even a single shot!

- How long are we stuck in here?

A few minutes. Our combined

body heat'll make this thing...

- glow like a furnace to them.

- So, so we run! We just run like hell!

No, they fly.

We couldn't get half a mile.

Okay. Can't stay.

Can't go. Your turn.

Oh! Oh.

Ah, We...

We gotta fight 'em.

They're not that smart,

they only see heat, right?

And they light their own farts.

How is this helping us?

No, wait.

They're full

of flammable chemicals.

Could we ignite

them somehow?

Get them to swallow

something hot?

- How? - Stick 'em with

something hot. Or-Or a fire.

Um, um...

A flaming spear.

We can't get that close to them.

They'd tear us to pieces.

I'd rather shoot them, somehow...

If I just had my...

Burt, you don't have a gun!

Deal with it!

- A potato gun!

- A what?

- A potato gun!

- What?

Didn't you ever make one

when you were a kid, Burt?

- Actually, I converted my B.B. gun to full auto...

- We made 'em from an old pipe.

You seal up one end, put in

a few drops of lighter fluid...

stick in the potato...

light the touchhole.

Boom, potato would go

a hundred yards.

Instead of a potato, we-we...

shoot... a-a flaming arrow!

Why not?

I like it.

Yes! Now, of course,

we gotta do some shoppin'.

We gotta get us some pipe... any size...

things for arrows, rags to burn.

And then we're gonna need

something for gasoline.

Uh, uh, alcohol... I mean,

this thing ain't gonna be easy.

Wait, wait. I got a line on

flamin' liquid. You two go for parts.

You see any of these

rocket butts nearby?

- No.

- No. All right, let's go.

Watch yourselves.

Oh, yeah.

Ha! Ass-blaster!

Blast your own damn ass!

- What the hell was that?

- I killed one! I did kill one!

- Whoo! Way to go, girl!

- Don't get cocky!

- That still leaves three!

- I killed one.

Listen up, it'll be dark soon.

How're we doin:
people?

- I got some pipes!

- I got some rags!

Good work!

I need some arrows.

Let's meet over at that yellow truck.

Okay, Nestor,

we need your help.

Yes!

Thanks, Nestor.

- Jeez, Burt!

- What's takin'Jack so long?

I don't know.

- Jeez, Jack!

- Is that enough?

That'll do.

Now look. Let's move to

that mobile home.

It offers high ground,

for a good line of fire.

Come on, Jodi!

How'd you like it? Yeah, eat that.

Damn, girl!

Come on,

let's get to work!

An old friend, Nestor, was killed

in the first graboid incursion.

His trailer ended up here.

He loved his 'shine.

Here, rip some of these.

Ha, now you gotta

seal up one end.

- Also, you need to make a touchhole to light it.

- I get the concept.

Any minute this guy's gonna kamikaze

through your roof like he did before.

All right,

I need a gun sight.

Anybody grab any

tape or wire?

Your earrings.

Your earrings!

- Take 'em off.

- Excellent.

Still don't have

a touchhole.

This has a little hole.

Will this work?

Yeah.

Armed and dangerous.

Uh, but do we have

a lighter?

- Burt does.

- How do you know?

Well, you're... Burt.

Damn right I am.

Oh, sh*t!

Another kamikaze run!

Whiskey down the barrel.

About a shot's worth.

He knows.

He's up! He's up!

Open the door.

Door open!

There he is!

- Now? Now?

- No, wait for it. Wait for it!

- Now?

- Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Now!

It worked!

Blew him away!

I mean, blew hi...

Blew him away!

And that's why we're

at the top of the food chain.

Two down, and two to go!

Reload.

Whiskey!

I'll take that arrow.

Load it.

That'll do it.

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