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LARRY: This is so cool. You
actually live a sci-fi adventure.

And I've done some
pretty cool things.

I mean, I don't
wanna brag, but...

Here, look.
You can tell which one I am

because I'm the only one
not in a Romulan costume.

Oh! Thank you.
Thank you very much.

And this one. This one's
gonna be big back in Kenosha.

This is yours truly with none
other than the son of Whit Bissell.

Huh?

Whit Bissell? I was a
Teenage Frankenstein? 1957?

Now, I know you guys
rent videos

and you definitely
should carry this one.

Now I only have it
on DVD, but...

That's okay. We have a
limited rental business.

Why does that
not surprise me?

Excuse me?

It's just not how
I would do things.

You know, your whole merchandise
display thing is a little...

And you're an expert?

(SCOFFS)

Have you ever heard of
Walmart? Assistant Manager

trainee.

Let's get the final sighting so we
can start setting up the gridline.

Move up
on that rise.

You'll let me know if
I get eaten here, right?

Yeah.

(CRACKLING)

See, what I would do,
in-store, that is,

is I would put more of
a sci-fi spin on things.

You know, I know you're just
a general store, but, like...

When you go to Roswell,
for example, and you walk in

to, like, the Kwik-E-Mart for your
beef jerky, or your nachos, or your

whatever, I mean, guess what?

They're wearing space
helmets. Really, so...

(WRIST-SEISMO BUZZING)

Is he coming?

Shh!

This is so cool.

Shh!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

He's gone.
(SHOUTING) Oh, my God!

That was
the coolest thing ever!

Oh, I will never, ever be
the same. That was just...

I gotta document this.

Okay.

He's still not in the
area, but walk softly...

And carry a big stick.
I know.

(HISSING)

(SCREAMING)

Robert!

The store,
Perfection, Nevada.

Moments after a close encounter
of the subterranean kind.

And me?

A stranger
in a strange land.

Yo, Larry. Complimentary cup of
coffee if you drink it outside.

Oh, I don't drink coffee,
it makes me wired.

You do now.

Well, see,
my mom says that...

(DOOR OPENING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

(HISSING)

How you doing?

Look, now I'm not one
to turn down business,

but I'm all booked up
at the moment.

Got a big group scheduled.
Kenosha, Wisconsin Booster Club.

Yeah, that's me!
All right!

You... You're
the Booster Club?

Well, there is no Booster
Club. I just call myself that.

See, I wanted to make sure I had
the whole tour to myself. You know?

More one-on-one time?

Tyler Reed and Larry
Norvel, monster hunters!

You paid for
eight tickets?

Uh-huh. Yeah, and we're all ready
to get going. So let's get going.

All right.

Let's everybody
get aboard.

No pushing
and shoving, now.

And action!

Riding shotgun
with my man!

Graboid country,
here we come!

While he may
reach untold depths,

the Graboid is a creature
that feeds on the surface.

Anything that moves
or makes a sound

is prey to this giant
subterranean killing machine.

Subterranean killing
machine. Excellent!

Look, Larry, no offense, but you
gotta stay buckled up in your seat,

and leave the rest
to me.

Sure, no problem,
Tyler. Sorry.

We have been searching these
killing fields for hours,

and still no sign of the giant
subterranean killing machine

known as El Blanco.

But we will keep looking and
looking until we find him.

We may even stay out
all night if we have to.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
We might...

Hang on a second. I've already
given you an extra half hour.

You're giving up?

Maybe some other time.

Well, I... You know, no offense
there, Tyler, but, you know,

your brochure here says,
"See the Graboid,"

which to me means
"see the Graboid,"

not "drive around, maybe see
the Graboid, look at scenery."

Yeah? And the release
form clearly states,

"Graboid sightings
not guaranteed."

It's not some hippo
in a jungle boat ride.

I mean, exactly,
that's my point.

I mean, the Loch Ness Monster, you
can't see it so you can't confirm it.

UFO sightings,
I mean, inconclusive.

But this? I mean, come on! This is El
Blanco! This is the genuine article!

I mean, you and Burt Gummer,
you're out here going,

"Behold the mighty El Blanco!"
I mean, that is pretty crazy.

You through yet?
Through?

I just got here,
I'm gonna hang out some more,

you know, maybe go
on the tour tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Yeah. And
the next day after that.

If we haven't seen El Blanco
or one of those Shriekers,

(STAMMERS) I would love
to see one of those.

Maybe one of those
Ass-Blasters.

Can you imagine? Man, I would
love to see one of those.

Maybe I didn't make
enough noise.

Let's just give it
one more try.

Yeah! Absolutely.
Let's do it.

(SOFTLY) Come on, El Blanco. Yeah.

And action!

(LARRY LAUGHING)

BURT: What's he
doing out here?

All right.
Wait here a second.

What are you doing
out here?

Collecting
scrub berries.

I'm gonna show my survival
students how to make a poultice.

For any wounds you might incur
while struggling to survive.

Great, Burt.

You haven't seen any sign
of El Blanco, have you?

Not today, and what are
you doing way over here?

You're awfully far off
Twitchell's approved route.

I really have to
raise El Blanco

or else that dude is gonna
hang around forever.

That doesn't give you
the right to go off-route.

You could get all
our asses in a sling.

(SIGHING)

Hey, Larry! Check it out.
Recognize this guy?

Oh, my God!
Is that Burt Gummer?

Oh, this is so sweet.
It's so nice to meet you.

In fact, I was wondering if I
could get a photo of just you and I.

You don't mind,
do you?

(CAMERA CLICKING) There you
go. There. Oh! There it is.

If ever you two need an
assistant or a helper or whatever,

I would love
to help out.

Because what you guys are
doing, I mean, that's my dream.

In fact, I was thinking
if it was possible for me...

(BEEPING) Maybe I could
tag along today and we...

What's that? What? Is it
go time? Is it El Blanco?

Let's get in the jeep!
Let's go! Let's go!

(BEEPING)

It's not moving.

Yeah, somebody's
out there.

What?
Doing what?

Making a lot of
dangerous vibrations.

Where was El Blanco
the last time you saw him?

TYLER: It's kind of a moot
point, Burt, because there he is.

Oh! Let's
go get him!

We'll go get him,
you'll stay here.

Stay... Stay here? I'm not gonna
stay here, I'm with you guys! Come on!

I'll sit in the back, because,
you know, I'm your back-up

and the back seat's probably
the best place for a back-up.

No! Now listen tight. El
Blanco's in the vicinity.

But I want to see El Blanco!
Up on solid rock, now.

But that's what I want to see.
I want to see El Blanco.

Stay there
till we get back.

But the brochure...
Sit!

Stay!

Whoever the fools are,
if we don't get there soon...

Yeah. Graboid chow.

(GRUNTING)

Whoa!

(GRUNTS)

Concussion grenades.
Gotta be Burt Gummer.

Yeah, no kidding.

Stop! We're fine!

(WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

Whoa!

Thanks for your concern, but
there's really no need for that.

No need to save you
from El Blanco?

What the hell are you
doing drilling out here?

I thought this was
all taken care of.

Yeah. Twitchell said
everyone would be notified.

Notified of what? Our presence
out here, what we're doing,

and the fact that we don't really
need to be saved from El Blanco.

Really?

So if we hadn't come along, you wouldn't
be halfway down El Blanco's gullet by now?

Oh, come on, you don't
think we'd be stupid enough

to drill for soil samples
without monitoring his movements.

What good does that do when you're
hundreds of yards from safe ground?

Well, we installed a
simple anti-Graboid system.

Three-inch-thick steel plates
around all of our work areas.

Crude, but effective.
But, hey, thanks anyway.

Mr. Reed and
Mr. Gummer, right?

I recognize you
from your files.

What files?

Just press clippings,
Mr. Gummer. That's all.

I'm Dr. Casey Matthews

and these are my assistants,
Roger Garret and Pete Norris.

The three of us and our
two associates in the field

were sent by the
Department of the Interior.

More scientists?
Sent out here to do what?

I'm a research
geneticist.

Geneticist!

Here to study the effects of
Mixmaster on the local ecosystem?

That's right.

That's good, Burt.
Let me, uh...

Let me try one.
Mmm.

You were sent here by the
Department of the Interior,

only poor old
Twitchell somehow

forgot to give us
the heads-up.

You're good, too.

Come on. We got a lunatic
to retrieve from a rock.

Oh, guys...
Yeah?

Stop by the lab anytime. It's
not a top secret operation.

Really.

Burt, I would think you'd be
glad to have some professionals

looking into this
Mixmaster situation.

You enjoy being
a lab experiment?

To them we're
one big petri dish

and they're just waiting
to see what grows.

You over-dramatize
everything, Burt.

Remains to be seen.

Leave my coffee maker
alone. Out! I'll do that.

I like it strong.

I know you like it strong.

You know, this could be part
of the ongoing conspiracy

to cover up
evidence of the lab.

You thought that bar codes and
pay-per-view were conspiracies.

Remains to be seen.

Look, what...

What the hell?

JODl: Shh!
It's a tourist.

Should have
left him on the rock.

Whoa. This'll look great on my web site.

I show up on your web
site, I have friends.

They will find you.
Understand?

Yeah, I was just... I was
just documenting. You know.

Perfection. I'll do... I'll
go look at the water tower.

(WHISPERING)
What the hell?

TYLER: Now, what's
this balloon gonna do?

We're tracking air
currents in the valley

to get a better idea of
where Mixmaster might escape

if it's ever
airborne.

Airborne
Mixmaster?

Well, we just
don't know.

That's why
we're here.

Carl, come in.

Robert? What the hell
are you guys doing?

Carl, Robert,
do you copy?

Problem?
I hope not.

Carl and Robert,
my survey guys.

(SIGHS) They should've
been here a while ago.

They're not
answering their radio.

Around here
that's a bad sign.

Where are they
supposed to be?

Carl?

Robert?

Where are you guys?

Is that
necessary?

Half the time
it's not enough.

(GASPS) Oh, my God.

It's them,
isn't it?

BURT: I've notified
Twitchell.

JODl: And I called
the coroner.

Guess that's all we
can do for now. Yeah.

Coroner? Afraid so. We got
two dead bodies out there

and we don't know why.
Bodies? Skeletons.

Skeletons.

Excuse me, ladies,
but I really don't think

every tourist who comes to
town is on a need-to-know basis.

Well, why not? Thought you
didn't like cover-ups, Burt.

I don't.
Well?

Well, what?

Well, either you believe in a free
flow of information or you don't.

It's not that simple.
My point is,

we have to maintain at
least some control over...

Over who knows what.

And who decides
that, Burt?

I mean, come on. It's
the same as a cover-up.

Disseminating information
in a controlled manner

to protect the integrity of an
investigation is not a cover-up.

Listen to yourself!

I'd rather do that
than listen to you.

Yeah, well, why don't you two just
table this philosophical debate

till later, okay? Because
we all got things to do.

Yeah, and you're both
giving me a headache.

This is a major mystery,

because El Blanco wouldn't just
leave a skeleton on the ground.

Which you all probably
obviously know.

Why don't you and Nancy have
a nice long talk about that?

You could even
cook him some supper.

She makes a mean tofu goulash.

And you, like, make all the action figures,
right? Because I love action figures.

Yeah. And I'm really busy
with one at the moment,

so, maybe later.

That's cool. No problem.
I'll watch, you work.

Come on, Casey, we gotta run
the tissue samples from the site.

I can't do this.

You have to.

We gotta find out what the
hell happened out there.

Look, Casey,
this almost certainly

has something to do
with Mixmaster,

and that's exactly what
we're here to study, right?

Casey, we all knew
it could be dangerous.

(STIFLING SOBS)

But I never
imagined this.

CLETUS: The one sad reality
of our profession, my dear,

is that many of the greatest
discoveries are born of tragedy.

Trust me. Cletus is
a guy who knows.

Cletus Poffenberger?

I am he.

Cletus knows more
than anyone about...

I know. I've read
every one of his essays.

Brilliant work.

Well, I'm glad
you think so.

At the time they dubbed me
an eccentric. Can you imagine?

You...
You are eccentric.

Well, I just thought maybe
you could use a second opinion.

These remains...

Yeah, Roger just
brought them in.

Let's see what
they can tell us.

An organic acid.

Any of the indigenous flora
excrete something like that?

No, no. Certainly
not this powerful.

Let's get this sample
under a mass-spectrometer

and see if we can
answer the big question.

Mixmaster?

Of course.

The organic acid that killed
them was loaded with it.

And the acid,
where'd that come from?

CLETUS: No idea.

Perhaps some
parasitic creature

that spits it out
to attack its prey.

Or maybe

a digestive juice,

like that injected
by certain spiders.

Roger and Pete
are up there now

looking for tracks or
any other kind of sign.

That's 100 square feet. Yeah.

All right, let's add a couple
more feet to our radius, all right?

(HISSING)

(SCREAMING) Pete! What's wrong?

Pete!

BURT: Careful, now. This is the
area where Pete got hit by the acid.

What the hell
are we looking at?

The legacy of
science run amok.

They should have worn
full hazmat suits.

Thought it was an animal
of some sort, you know,

something that we
could see coming.

Don't blame yourself,
Roger.

We'll figure this thing out, analyze it,

then destroy it.

Hey, look at this.

What the...

(BOTH EXCLAIM)

Jeez.

Must have been full of that
acid. Shot it up somehow.

Looks like
it's empty now.

TYLER: Look at this.

I wonder how far
this thing goes.

BURT: Can you cut it? Carefully?
We can take it back to the lab.

I'll give it a shot.

(DISTANT ROARING)

Whoa!
What was that?

What was that?

Pumpkin patch
from hell.

There it is again,
differentiated fractals.

We have redundancy,
Dr. Matthews.

CASEY: If these really
are neurotransmitters,

then they're
essentially reptilian.

You know where this is
leading, don't you, Doctor?

Actually, Burt, to a lot of
people you're just as confusing.

But, to those unfortunates present
who forgot to get Ph. D's...

It would seem that
this Mixmaster compound

has succeeded beyond
anybody's wildest expectations.

That thing out there is,
well, truly a thing.

It's both plant and animal.
Or neither. You take your pick.

Jodi, come on! You have
to tell me where they are.

You do not have
need to know.

I love when you guys
all talk like that,

but I am missing out
on everything.

There's a new phenomenon in the valley.

That is not something we
look forward to around here.

Well, I do! I can
handle it! I volunteer!

I was born for
this kind of stuff!

You were born for collecting
action figures, not being one.

Come on!

CASEY: Its primary DNA is
some sort of squash or gourd.

These sacs are probably
connected to a root system

that radiates out like
spokes to a central taproot.

Well, what about
that acid?

It's a version of
the digestive sap

of the Amazonian
pitcher plant,

though much stronger,
of course.

Amazonian pitcher plant? Something
else you guys had in the old lab?

There was a whole
botanical division.

When the lab was abandoned, those
fellows just left all their plants to die.

And by the way, I ran a test, and
those hazmat suits would have offered,

oh, about 15 seconds of
protection against this stuff.

Well, that's nice
to know now.

There's more DNA than that, isn't there?

Much more. There's a
bit of Venus flytrap.

Contractive tissue
that gives the sacs

the strength to
shoot out the acid.

Triggered by vibration.

Even a footstep
anywhere near the sac.

The astonishing thing is
that this plant

has a rudimentary circulatory
and nervous system.

Reptilian. Possibly lizard
or snake, originally.

Point is, with a circulatory
system to carry nutrients,

this life form can
theoretically grow quite large.

So there could be a lot of
these things growing out there.

A lot.

Man, well, we gotta cordon
this area off somehow,

keep people
out of there.

How big is the area?
How can we tell?

I've got an idea
about that.

The acid is
somewhat volatile,

so traces of it should be
wafting throughout the air

near the sacs.

Roger has programmed some organic
chemical devices to pick it up.

We should be able
to get a rough idea

of the plant's
outer perimeter.

Well, yeah, but...

(SIGHS)

The trick is, how
do we move around out there?

I mean safely.

I've got an idea
about that.

Okay. Move toward the area where
it got Pete, then branch out.

Move slowly. Stay behind Tyler and me.

All right.

Each time we get a reading,
log the position on the GPS.

Yep, that's the deal.

Move out.

BURT: Okay, we separate.
Try to define the perimeter.

Plant one here.

(BEEPING)

(BOTH EXCLAIMING)

Here.

You okay?

(GROANS) Externally.

But my bowels may
never be the same.

CLETUS:
How'd you do?

I think we marked the
east edge pretty well.

Good.

Jeez. Must be
three-and-a-half, four acres.

For one plant?

In Oregon, there's a fungus that
covers something like 2,000 acres.

And it's considered
a single organism.

Its zone is kind of
an inverted V shape.

Makes sense.

We're on an alluvial fan that emanates
from the wash up in those hills.

The root system is
spreading along the slope.

The key to killing it
will be to find the taproot.

God knows how we do that, threading our
way through all these living land mines.

We spotted some of the
roots on the east side.

They seem to be coming
from the northwest.

On this side they come
from the northeast.

Maybe they all lead
back to that big root.

CLETUS: It'll still be
difficult to find.

Yeah, it could be
far underground.

TYLER: Hang on,
I got an idea.

On the other hand, it could
look like something from Mars.

About 50 yards
just left of those bushes.

You're good,
Tyler.

Here.

We'll want to deliver some
sort of poison by injection.

Use its own circulatory
system against it.

The poison will be carried
to every one of the sacs.

Exactly.

You know
what we do?

We get Twitchell to spring for a
helicopter. Fly it right over that thing.

No, but
you couldn't land.

Even the prop wash
might set off the sacs.

Okay, we bring the chopper in over
the hill high, drop a guy down.

Only have someone throw a bunch
of stuff on the ground first,

you know, clear
a spot for him.

That's good.
All right.

All right, we... (ON RADIO)
Larry Norvel to Burt Gummer.

Larry to Burt.
Come in, over!

Isn't he gone yet?

Yeah, Burt here.

What is it? Over.

(CASUALLY)
What you doing? Over.

Just continuing
our investigation.

It's none of your concern.
Just stay in town. Over.

(MISCHIEVOUSLY)
Too late for that. Over.

Where are you?
Over.

Right here, dude!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

CASEY: Don't go anymore! BURT:
No! No! Get off! Get back!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

(ALL SHOUTING WARNINGS)
LARRY: What?

What's going on?

You are, without a doubt,
the luckiest man I ever met.

Tell me about it. Every
moment I'm with you guys,

yeah, I gotta pinch myself. Whoo! Ah!

Damn it, you
could've been killed!

Oh, Burt. El Blanco's miles away.

I spied you guys
from up there,

but I couldn't find
the road, so I just...

I just walked
myself on down.

(SIGHS) Why are you guys
all staring like that?

(EXHALES)

Yeah. Hey, Burt, you want
to know how I found you?

No. I have my own seismo monitor.

Yeah, I built it myself
from Radio Shack stuff.

It taps into the geophone
just like yours does.

So then I thought to
myself, "Wait a second,

"I could just
track Burt's truck."

And sure enough, as soon as
you guys started driving around,

boom! Real distinct signal,
and then there I was.

Cool, huh?
Oh, man.

If you ever had
a son, Burt...

Roger?

Roger?

Roger.

(EXCLAIMS IN SURPRISE)

Whoa! Jeez. I'm just hooking up the
hard drive. Everybody, calm down!

I'm gonna call Twitchell,
bring him up to speed.

(EXCLAIMS) This is so
cool! Can I see the plant?

As we said, we don't know that we can
classify it as either a plant or animal.

Can I see that?

You can look.
Don't touch. Stay here.

How's the toxicity
testing going?

It's pretty
straightforward.

Vulnerable to cell disrupters
and various coagulants.

I'm gonna have to come
up with a big enough dose.

We need more raw materials, though.

Hey! The plant?

What's the big
basketball part for?

You know, that round
thing sticking up? That...

What do we do?

Get something to seal it.
Um, a bell jar.

Doesn't look the same
as that acid sac.

What in the hell?

(HISSING)

(ALL EXCLAIM)

Seeds.

Close the outer door!
Shut down the ventilator!

So, how many
were in there?

About a million,
give or take.

Man! If that had gotten out
into the valley, it would've...

That would not
be so cool.

The valley would be uninhabitable.
With no natural enemy,

the thing would keep
spreading indefinitely.

The lights must've
warmed up the pod.

Do you think it burst when it
did because of the temperature?

Temperature. Light.
Humidity. Barometric pressure.

Those are the only
variables here,

and the temperature
is the obvious factor.

So, how hot is it?

No, no, no, no. How hot was
it when the seed pod opened?

You know, there's
this episode of Bab 5

where Commander Sinclair sits down
at his monitor to scroll some data.

He...

Eighty-one degrees.

Supposed to get hotter than that today.

What's the current
outside temperature?

Seventy-five.
And climbing.

We might still
be okay.

Could just have
been a reaction

to being cut loose
and transported here.

Tyler to the lab,
come in. Over.

Burt, looks like we
stepped in it big time.

Twitchell said they can't have a
chopper here in under four hours.

It'll reach 81 degrees long before that.

Well, we gotta
do it ourselves.

We gotta do what we
can with what we got.

I'll remember that.

CASEY: Okay, first of all we
need a liquid base for the poison.

Yeah, alcohol
or kerosene.

Yeah, about three or four gallons.

And we need a lot
of antacid

to combat the acidic
fluids in the system.

Can we get everything
we need at Chang's?

Sure. It's all
just basic stuff.

We've got the prime
ingredient here.

Larry, we have
a mission for you.

Yeah? Roger, give him the list.

Yeah, Roger,
I need that list.

Well, forgive my pessimism,
but a much larger problem

is how we deliver the
poison to the taproot.

I mean, without
dying, of course.

I know, I know.

I was thinking, you know, drive a
vehicle. I mean, an enclosed vehicle,

full tilt across the sacs.
Just go like hell.

No, the tires
would blow in seconds.

Yeah, the acid's
incredibly strong.

Well, can't we just
feel our way,

like we did before
with the long poles?

No, it'd take hours.
We don't have the time.

We could always send Larry. Mmm.

Got my orders!
I'll be back asap!

So how do we get
to the taproot?

There is one
bizarre possibility.

(ENGINE REVVING)

NANCY: And you see, I used
one of the tentacles...

To make
the handle.

Yeah!
That's a great idea.

Oh, my God, oh, my God! I need
this stuff, all this stuff!

Alcohol and bleach...
Are you hurt?

No! No! It's Plantimal!
It must be stopped!

The wind's
against us.

That's why we're gonna make
a guideline to our target,

using a sand anchor.

Sand anchor?

Attach the pulley
to this end,

then we loop the cable
through the pulley.

JODl: I've got another case of
alcohol back here. Hang on a second.

You do those, too?
Yep.

Cool. You know, you should put a
severed head in the bottom of the mug.

Like of that guy, old Fred, who
was killed all those years ago.

That way
when you drink it,

his face will just suddenly
appear in your coffee.

They sold over 8,600
Highlander severed head mugs

at Fantasycon in Jersey last
year. It's crazy, isn't it? I know.

Okay, here's
the rest of it.

Okay. Let's go.

Okay, take cover.
Behind the truck.

Watch your ears.

(FIRES)

(ALL CHEERING)

A typically
Burtian solution!

You surpassed
your reputation.

Seventy-nine degrees,
getting closer!

Okay, this rig's
ready to fly.

Good, who's
our pilot?

That's me.
Like hell.

Okay. I'm lighter than you guys

so it's gonna
carry me farther.

Sure, but it'll carry me
far enough. So, I'm going.

That doesn't make any...
Sense?

Sure it does. One of us risks his life.

That person is me.
Makes sense.

BURT: Come on,
step into this harness.

All right,
you are good to go.

Take him away.

Next time, remind me
to have second thoughts.

CLETUS: Eighty degrees!
And counting!

Not much time.

I'm sinking!

Lose something,
Tyler!

Your boots!
TYLER: My boots?

But do not drop them
under you!

Might set off one
of those acid bombs!

TYLER: Come on, guys,
pull! Hurry up!

Pull faster!
Pull faster! Let's go!

Eighty-one degrees!
We have 81 degrees!

Okay, you freaky thing,
this won't hurt a bit.

(ROARING)

BURT: Tyler, time's
running out! Kill it now!

TYLER: Nothing's happening!

Give it more!

(ROARING)

TYLER: I got nothing!
It's not reacting!

Give it everything!

(SCREECHING)

(LAUGHING)
Yeah!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Yeah!

Yeah! Yes!

Yeah! Oh, yeah!

(WHOOPING)
Yes!

(EXCLAIMS)

BURT: Yeah, Tyler!

It's dead.

LARRY: Look out!
It's gonna blow!

(HISSING)

(SQUIRTING)

(HISSING)

ROGER: Way to go,
Larry. Yeah!

Larry, you all right?

Yeah. I'm fine.

I'm fine. Yeah.

Everything's
okay!

Hello, ladies, Larry
Norvel, monster hunter.

Is that one
of the new mugs?

Yep. Kind of
reworked it.

What the hell?

You got me, girl.
Very slick.

I told you so.

Hey, Cletus!
You still want that ride?

Absolutely!

See you folks whenever.

Wait a sec. I never
got to see El Blanco.

Relax. Something tells me he'll be back.

Hey, you guys
in the old lab,

you ever do experiments
with time travel?

Sloppy.