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-[ambient nature sounds] -[grumbling]

[flesh squelching]

-[grumbling] -[flesh squelching]

[flesh squelching]

[♪ ominous music playing]

[soft growling]

[door creaks, slams]

-[person panting] -[speaker] Shit. Oh, fuck!

-[♪ tense music playing] -[person panting]

[sighs] There's something out there.

There's-- It killed them.

[sobbing] It killed them all.

[panting]

[heartbeat thumping]

[breathing heavily]

♪♪

Shit.

[grunts]

[whispering] Okay. Okay.

And I got a fucking knife.

[chuckles nervously]

This motherfucker messed with the wrong reporter!

[nearby clattering]

[panting]

-[yelps] -[♪ tense sting]

[panicking]

-[skeleton beeping eerily] -Oh, shit!

-[pumpkin squelching] -[breathing heavily]

♪♪

Stay right there.

♪♪

[grunting] Oh, shit.

[panting]

It's just a pumpkin. [chuckles] It's just a pumpkin.

-[groans] -[exclaiming]

♪♪

[groaning]

[stabbing]

♪♪

[flesh squelching]

[nearby growling]

[gasping]

[♪ eerie music playing]

[knife slices]

[♪ folk music playing]

[AJ Campbell] At Cedar Creek's Pioneer Village,

one can experience the joys of a simpler time

through historical reenactments

and seasonal amusements

demonstrated by these simple folks.

Yet, even an enchanting place like this

can be touched by immense misfortune.

UP24 News is here to document the harrowing recovery

of this quaint community.

Uh, wait, I'm-I'm sorry. Can we cut?

-[AJ] Cut? -Yeah, I-I thought we agreed

to keep this focused on our Pumpkin Fest.

So, uh, let's, uh, let's take it from the top.

[chuckling] Take it from the top.

Bill, please don't cut me off again. Thank you.

Tonight's Pumpkin Fest is a comeback

from the ashes of catastrophe

for a town on the literal wrong side of the tracks,

tracks that then dissolved in a chemical spill,

along with people's lives.

Joining us is general manager, Bill Brown,

and head of grounds, Kevin Turner,

to comment on the disaster.

Gentlemen.

No, no, no, we said we're not commenting

on the disaster. Look...

we're really tired of talking about the derailment, okay?

So, let's keep it light.

-[Kevin chuckles] -[AJ] Just for context,

the CLIONYX train derailment and chemical spill

took place miles from this very spot,

a tragedy that has affected some of your employees.

They promised me they weren't

gonna turn this into a pity party,

and that's exactly what they're doing.

[AJ] Hm?

Come on, Bill. What-What's wrong with him?

We got a super fun show.

[people cheering and clapping]

[♪ faint folk music playing]

[performers] [singing] ♪ Cedar Creek, where spirits roam ♪

♪ Within these woods, we keep our bones ♪

♪ Through mist, we beckon thee back home ♪

-♪ To join us in ♪ -[♪ singing along]

♪ Eternity ♪

-[audience applauding] -Yeah, baby.

We're back in business. [laughs]

Okay, moonlight in three, two, one.

[wolf howling]

Ah, look! A fair lady.

-And that stupid oaf accompanying her. -[audience laughing]

Oh, my God. Shane is improvising again.

I must woo this gentlewoman.

-You there! -Oh!

-Prepare to be wooed! -[♪ plucks string]

[audience laughing]

-[♪ Shane vocalizing] -He's gotta stop hamming it up.

-It's like a pork parade out there. -[scoffs]

Does this rube still not understand, like,

the basic construct of consent?

Like, what if I, like, faint? Do you think he'll stop then?

Why does Maddie keep saying "like"?

I mean, I didn't write a single "like."

It is the 1700s.

Damn, it's like watching Renaissance Baywatch.

-[Cody Hill] Well, yes, it was my horse... -But Cody...

God, he's the whole show.

[Barb] Yeah, if you like Muppets.

Alas, shall Miss Wyndlelyn calm the spirits with her mirthful tune?

[cheering and applause]

Okay. Uh, romance in three, two, one.

[♪ gentle flute music playing]

[♪ sexy, funky music playing]

[♪ music stops]

[Kira Tani] Trevor, what are you doing? You can't be back here.

You're a tripping hazard. Get up, let's go.

Just give me a minute.

What? Why? Come on.

-Oh. -What?

I think your baby bro might be pitching a tent.

Wha--

[♪ flute music playing]

-Okay, gross. -[Barb groans]

I'm not doing anything, I'm just...

-being normal. -Oh, hey!

Let's do this.

You're freakin' Al Pacino out there.

[Cody] Ah, thank you, home skillet.

I wouldn't be touching that hand if I were you, home skillet.

-No? -Okay, go.

Or I will spill the beans to Maddie

about your creepy little obsession.

-It's not creepy. -Nah, it's natural.

You ever heard anyone say, "The heart wants what the heart wants"?

-Oh yeah, you think that's true? -I think it's true.

-Really? Hm. -You don't?

-[chuckles] I don't know. -Hello?

[laughing]

Get a room.

Okay, focus.

The press is here, and they are going to love you.

-This is our chance to get discovered. -[Cody] Mm-hmm.

I mean, first, Cedar Creek, then New York, New York.

-Yeah, maybe. -[Trevor Tani] [sighs] I'm hungry.

When is Clint getting here with his corn wagon?

Hmm?

Oh, uh... [laughs] no.

No, I'm not really a part of this whole, like,

Halloween play thing,

not when I got a business to run.

We sell corn, all kinds of it.

Roasted corn, sweet corn, popcorn,

corn chips, corn nuts, corn pudding.

You name it, we got it.

We tried to sell creamed corn, but, um...

some people got sick.

Like, very sick. Not good.

[AJ] From the toxic waste affecting the crops?

No, just from bad cream.

Dude, just wait-- you wait 'til you see this corn truck roll up, man.

It's gonna blow your mind.

Should be here, really, any minute now.

Uh... anyway, you wanna buy some weed?

[♪ light country music playing]

[person grunting]

[speaker] [grunting] Oh, that's tight.

[grunting]

Is that better?

Yeah, I like it too.

[panting] Okay, one more.

[exclaiming]

[AJ] [on TV] Following a year of lockdowns and evacuations

due to the CLIONYX toxic train derailment,

tonight's Pumpkin Fest celebrates a new beginning

for a community that is trying to do their best

to come back from this atrocity.

I'm totally getting shit-canned.

[Earl Craven] Watch your damn mouth, boy.

[scoffs]

[sighs] You know something? This is all your fault.

You don't know how to treat a lady.

[scoffs]

You gotta, you gotta oil her up.

-And you never, ever go over 30. -Over 30.

That's right! I taught you something.

That is the corn wagon rule.

-[Earl groans] -Fuck my life.

Will you watch your goddamn mouth?!

I don't know where you get your mouth like that.

I'm sorry you had to hear that, honey.

Foul mouth! Foul!

He doesn't understand he's dealing with a princess over here.

[birds chirping]

[announcer] [through Walkman] He's only smoked pot occasionally

for a few weeks.

[♪ "I'm Gonna Be Smokin'" by Craig Craig playing]

-[Clint sings along] -♪ Yo, first I chop, chop, chop ♪

♪ It up and roll up ♪

♪ Or I might be up at the crib and light a bowl up ♪

♪ Hold up, swole up, you wanna get up out my stash ♪

♪ 'Cause you ain't gettin' high unless you givin' me some cash ♪

♪ Light up the cannabis and I'm sky high ♪

♪ So high, I might try to fly ♪

-♪ Ride with me, baby... ♪ -♪ For the buzz, baby, I'm the guy ♪

♪ The green is gettin' me mellow as the... ♪

[bird cawing]

♪ I wanna get stoned, I wanna get high ♪

-What's up, bird? -♪ I'm gonna be smokin' ♪

♪ I'm gonna be smokin' ♪

♪ I wanna get stoned, I wanna get high ♪

-♪ I'm gonna be smokin'... ♪ -[Clint exclaims]

[crow caws]

[groans]

-[♪ eerie music playing] -[crow cawing]

[flies buzzing]

Whoa. What are you doing back there, bud?

[♪ ominous music playing]

[cawing]

♪♪

[cawing]

Come on, let's give this a shot. Alright.

-Alright. [grunts] -[engine sputtering]

Come on, come on. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

-[groans] -[engine revving]

[laughing] Oh, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, that's it!

Hey! She's alive!

[grunting]

[♪ foreboding music playing]

[AJ] The return of the Pumpkin Fest play

must be a relief after such a devastating year.

Can you please tell our viewers how the accident

personally affected you?

Kira, you lost both your parents that day?

[Bill Brown] [clears throat] Changing the subject, again.

You were gonna ask Cody about Broadway.

[chuckles] Broadway. [chuckles] He cuts me off one more time...

[clicks tongue] Okay, Bill.

[clears throat] Your manager tells me

that your dreams of Broadway are coming true.

Oh, hopefully, one day.

Actually, um, no, it's off-Broadway.

-[AJ] Which one is it? -What? No.

We wanna go to Juilliard, and then Broadway.

I mean, maybe off-Broadway, if we have to.

Bill also told me something about a

big break you've been cast in.

-I'm actually not supposed to say. -What?

Um, 'cause it-it's a new musical, it hasn't been announced.

I auditioned on a whim.

-I got a great part. -[Maddie chuckles]

-What?! -[AJ] Well, look at that.

What-What do you mean? What great part?

I was gonna tell you. I just, you know, wanted to wait.

So, you're-you're leaving? When?

Three weeks.

[soft gasp]

-What are you talking about? -Kira--

You know we were supposed to get out of this shithole town together.

[AJ] "Shithole"? She said "shithole."

Uh, her statements do not reflect the views...

-Kira! -...of Cedar Creek Village.

Kira, don't do, don't do that!

-What? Don't do what? -Don't rip up your work.

You know, I did this all for you.

-Okay, and-and thank you, I-- -[chuckles] You're welcome.

I used your monologue in my audition, they loved it.

-[Kira scoffs] -You-- This was because of you.

Oh, great. That makes it so much better.

[Cody] Kira...

-What's going on with these people, man? -[Shane] Wow.

-I'm sorry. You know, let me just... -Hey.

-...take over this interview for a second. -Yeah, yeah, of course.

Sit down, have a seat. What's your name again?

-Shane. Are you-you focused on me? -[AJ] Shane.

-You're recording? Okay. -Yeah. Oh, we got you, Shane.

-So... -[AJ] Please.

...I could've gone to Broadway, as well.

[♪ "I'm Gonna Be Smokin'" playing in Corn Wagon]

♪ I'm gonna be smokin', I'm gonna be smokin' ♪

♪ I wanna get stoned, I wanna get high ♪

♪ I'm gonna be smokin'... ♪

-[engine shuts off] -[♪ music stops abruptly]

Bill... I have pink eye.

No.

No, that's not gonna work.

-Clint! -Ahh!

-[sighs] -[Trevor] I'm hungry.

When's the corn ready?

For fuck's sake, Trevor... You scared the crap outta me.

Where's, uh... where's Bill?

-I don't know. -Well, I-I'll be ready when I'm ready.

Hit the road, Jack.

Go.

Creepy kid.

[door rattling]

[Clint muttering]

[♪ ominous sting]

You know, if you enjoyed me in this,

you should see me in the Christmas show.

I'll be leading in it.

Thank you. Hope you have a good night, okay?

I hope you enjoyed the show. That was me in the, in the show.

You recognize me?

No?

Ew, Mommy, look at that.

Scram, we're not open.

Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there.

Uh, okay.

-Show's over, Clint. -Ahh!

So, don't bother. You're fired.

Now, get this hunk of junk outta here

before you disappoint more of my guests.

My corn career's over.

-You're fired, man! -Ah! Ah.

You'll never sell corn in this town again, Clint.

Ha ha.

Dude, don't worry about it, man. He's fired me twice.

He'll hire you back.

-[Clint Craven] Ah. -Screw you, Bill!

Geez. It's not even my fault.

This thing wouldn't even start.

On the bright side, you don't have to work tonight, so...

fuck it.

-Let's have some fun. -Oh, sweet.

You gotta be careful with those. They're super strong.

Hallelujah.

Yo, dude, what the fuck?

What's wrong with your pumpkin?

Does it have herpes or some shit?

It's farm fresh.

Hey, since you're kinda fired,

you mind if I carve it for the contest?

Oh, fuck it.

[Wes] Alright, give me some of those brownies.

Are, are you okay?

-Yeah. [sniffles] -Don't worry, your play was great.

Thanks. I guess I'm just sad it's over.

Did I promise you your fave or what?

And...

Come on, I don't need them for some bogus staff party.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not a baby anymore.

Okay. I just need to take care of you, okay?

And hey... how 'bout next year,

I won't make you hang out with your bogus sis?

[slight chuckle] Promise?

Okay. What about...

Ooh. Now, you're a pirate.

[Trevor] Ooh, fake blood.

You could be a dead pirate.

Watch this.

-What do you think? -Ooh.

Mm, nah. Let's see what Cody thinks.

[Kira groans]

Hey, I got a cool idea.

How about you carve my pumpkin in the contest?

Wicked.

But it's gonna be tough to beat Clint's freak pumpkin.

Freak pumpkin?

[♪ ominous music playing]

[echoing thud]

[♪ mellow rock music playing]

[echoing thuds]

[speaker] Yes, we've seen tragedy.

-[knife clatters] -[speaker] But to overcome,

you need camaraderie.

My apartment was in the evacuation zone.

Chaos... all around.

[chuckling] Yes, but definitely not here tonight.

-Right, Arthur? -[AJ] Cut.

-That was getting juicy, man. -[laughs]

The fuck is wrong with these people?

That's the spirit. "Bee" positive.

You look great, but we gotta lose that mustache.

-Oh. -It reminds me of my father.

-Oof. -Alright.

Get up there and win this thing. Go on.

Hey... I'll be cheering for ya...

[whispers] in here.

Carvers, let's see some hustle, okay?

Looking at you, Scuba. 'Cause you know what?

Bill, he reached real deep this year.

That's right. You know what we're playing for?

Fifty bucks!

[competitors cheering]

Let's wake up, you hunk of corn!

Okay, let's get this over with. How's the teeth?

-Mm. Okay. -Em.

-Alright. -Yeah? Good?

-Straighten your tie. -Alright.

Let's do this. Let's get outta here.

[clears throat] How in the sweet mother of Jesus

did we get ourselves roped into this ridiculous

backwoods pumpkin contest?

[Barb] You gave Trevor your pumpkin?

Aw, that's nice of you.

Yeah, I thought I'd let him have some fun

before his whole world's shattered again.

[Barb] Muppet's lurking.

-You want me to break his legs? -[sighs] God, no, I just--

-I want him to stay. -[Barb] Mm.

And how am I supposed to take care of Trevor by myself?

What if something horrible happened again?

Oh, what are the odds of that? [scoffs]

Can we please talk?

Yeah. I'm gonna go.

-Knives up. Let's cut some pumpkins. -[knives whooshing]

Ready... set...

-go! [laughs] -[♪ tense, eerie music playing]

What?

[pumpkin innards squelching]

Have you seen my knife anywhere, man?

♪♪

-[rumbling] -[squelching continues]

[laughs]

♪♪

[pumpkin growling]

[♪ tense sting]

[panicking]

What the hell, dude? I'm tripping balls, man!

[panicked yelling]

Oh, God! What the hell, dude?

[yelling]

-[AJ] Holy shit. -These special effects are

-fucking amazing! -[Wes yelling]

-[screaming] -[neck cracks]

♪♪

[gasps]

[choking]

[laughing wickedly]

[people screaming]

-[screaming] -It's an ambush!

[screaming] God!

[groaning]

Oh, God! Oh, God!

[Jimi screaming]

[pumpkin growling]

[screams]

-[breathing rapidly] -[Kira] Trevor!

Run! Go!

[screaming]

Fuck that!

What the fuck?! What the fuck?! What the fuck?!

Get down! Stay low!

-Get down! -[Arthur] Trevor, get down!

-[Trevor whimpering] -[people screaming]

Oh! Oh, shit!

[knife whooshing]

Everyone, get down! Get down!

Take cover! Take cover!

♪♪

[Claire grunts, screams]

[yelling, screaming]

[Trevor panicking]

[pumpkin growls]

[flesh squelching]

-You gotta go, you gotta take him! -Go! Run! Come on!

-Go! Go! -[overlapping shouting]

-[pumpkin growling] -[Kevin Turner] Oh, my God!

[shouting, screaming]

Get inside! Everybody in!

-Move it! Come on, boys! -Oh, my God! [screams]

[choking]

Let's go, Kevin! Move, move!

[screaming]

No, Bill! Bill! [screaming]

[gasps]

[Cody] Hey, hey, we're good, we're good, we're good.

-Look at me, look at me, look at me. -[Trevor hyperventilating]

-Breathe. -[Shane] What's that?

[Cody] Breathe, okay? Look at me. Breathe.

[Bill] Kev? [panting]

-[walkie-talkie static] -Hey, Kevin? Say something.

[over walkie-talkie] Kev?

-[walkie-talkie beeps] -Oh, God.

[♪ tense, somber music playing]

Okay. Alright. Ei-Either I'm crazy, that's A,

or B, a pumpkin just, just came to life!

They're already alive. They're, like, living things.

They're-- Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know.

My bad, that's my bad. You know what else?

It's fucking killing people!

[shushes] Okay. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

-[Trevor whimpers] -You're okay, buddy.

You're okay. Hey, it's okay.

-It's okay. -Where's the rest of our platoon?

[Kira] Just relax. Relax.

-Breathe. -[Cody] Where are his pills?

-[Kira] The lockers. -[Cody] Shit.

Does anyone have a paper bag?

It's a massacre.

Everyone's dead.

They're all fucking dead. I'm gonna die!

-You don't know that! -Kevin.

[Shane] Look for yourself, genius! It's carnage out there!

Could you kindly shut your mouth?

Hey! You can lie to yourself all you want, honey.

You know, you're not the director of my feelings right now, okay?

-[Barb grunts] -Hey.

[Bill] Anybody see Kev-in?

Hey, um, I think it's gone.

The park is, like, 33 acres.

The likelihood it's truly gone is low.

[Trevor breathing rapidly]

But not impossible.

[nearby sound]

Shh. Listen.

[♪ ominous music playing]

What is it doing?

[voice shaking] Hell if I know. Hell if I know anything anymore.

[grumbling]

[Bill gasps]

Pumpkin has, like, a... blossom.

[blossom rustling]

With, like, an inner stigma.

It means she's female.

Oh, thank you. Helpful. What, does it have, like,

big pumpkin tits?

-[pumpkin calling] -Shh.

Listen to that.

[pumpkin calling]

It's a taunt.

Like the French battalion at Heartbreak Ridge.

[inaudible]

And whatever it's doing, it's bad, right?

It's truly fucking bad! Incredibly fucking bad!

Shane, do you ever stop hamming it up?!

[gasps]

[Kira gasps]

[pumpkin slithers]

Oh, shit. [gasps] I think it heard me.

[whispers] We should be quiet.

Quiet? Why would I be fucking quiet?

It's a fucking vegetable.

She's actually a fruit.

That's one fucked up fruit.

But, [scoffs] I mean, well, why-- how can it hear us?

How can it hear? How can it throw knives? [sighs]

Well, it could be like an alien species or...

secret military weapon.

But the most obvious explanation,

it's a mutation from the CLIONYX spill.

You think this was CLIONYX?

Yeah. I mean, I, like, saw the spill with my own eyes.

[Kira] Wait.

What do you mean you saw it?

Well, my parents moved us here to, like, like, run the cleanup,

and I saw everything.

There was toxic waste, like, like, everywhere.

Wow. And your parents just came in and saved the day.

That right? Let me thank 'em next time I see 'em.

You know? Oh, and you.

Your big night turn out just the way ya hoped?

Your idea of clean family fun?

Wait, you think this is my fault?

No, how could Bill have possibly known this would happen?

This is just another one of Bill's genius ideas.

Like, when he wanted to pass over

-the performing arts graduate... -[Maddie shushes]

...to let the charity case direct the Halloween play.

-Charity case? -[Shane] Yeah.

Don't talk to my girl like that.

Yeah, what you gonna do about it, off-off-Broadway?

-Hm? -Hey, Shane, you're fired.

[stammers] Well, fuck you!

Well, fuck you. And fuck you.

And fuck you and your flute. And fuck you.

-Shh! -[Shane] And fuck you, Barbara!

-Where is he? -Oh, yeah.

-Fuck you! -[Maddie shushes]

-[shouts] -[Shane] Ow!

Enough!

We are not the enemy here!

We've all suffered and we're all hurt!

The things we've seen tonight will never leave us.

But we'll find our way out of this.

Just like I found my way out of Korea.

So, we must persevere against a real enemy.

I should know. You're looking at a man

who killed many, many, many of his enemies.

Um, h-how many?

What I'm seeing out there is a...

scared animal

-protecting itself. -[Barb scoffs]

It's not a fucking raccoon, Arthur!

But it's behaving like an animal.

But if we don't cross it, it won't cross us.

Wait, like-like, how many people did you kill?

Animals don't hold grudges.

They don't have power trips... or egos.

So, we stay together, we stay calm.

Our platoon called it... "warrior mind frame."

But I call it...

-[door creaking] -[vine whipping]

[flesh squelching]

[all screaming]

[Barb] [screams] No, no!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

[Bill] Arthur! Arthur! He's fine, right?!

[scurrying]

[heavy breathing]

[♪ sinister music playing]

Great, so I'll just, I'll just sweep him to death.

It's a she.

-Yeah. -Okay.

Okay, protocol in a disaster is to, like, follow evacuation procedure.

Yeah, we all remember that.

I really thought Arthur was onto something there.

Well, like, he was about one thing, not fighting each other.

Yeah and not slapping the shit out of each other.

[Kira] Yeah, or screaming "Fuck you" at each other.

-[Bill] Guys! -Okay. Rule of thumb,

any crazed shit said

or done tonight, don't take personally.

Sounds like a deal.

-Starting after the pumpkin attack. -[Barb] Obviously.

-Okay, who's got their car? -I've got my truck.

So, we just need to get our asses to the parking lot.

Fuckin'-A!

-Shit. -What?

-My keys are in my locker. -[all groaning]

What? I'm not gonna bring my keys with me on stage.

-I'm playing a 17th century character. -[Kira shushes]

-[whispers] Would Kevin Costner do that? -[Kira] Okay, okay, okay.

So, who else drove in?

Uh-uh, I rode in with Kevin on his Vespa.

My mom drives me here every day.

[Maddie] [sighs] Okay, if evacuation procedure isn't an option,

we need assistance to come to us.

Emergency response from the village is, like,

26 minutes and 40 seconds.

Does anyone have a cellular phone?

What the fuck? We're not millionaires.

-[Kira shushing] -The nearest phone's in the office.

If somebody makes a run for it, they can call the cops.

Okay, that's a good idea.

I would go, but I got a bum knee.

[whispering] Okay, so who's gonna run for it?

Fuck me.

-[skeleton decoration beeping] -[gasps, shushes]

-I'll go see what it is. -[all muttering]

-[♪ suspenseful music playing] -[skeleton beeping eerily]

Uh, I think it's the reporter.

-Oh. -He's alive!

He'll call for backup, for sure. He's the news!

♪♪

What the hell? Is he filming himself?

Hey, he-he's got a knife. I-I think he might kill it.

We're gonna be fine. He's gonna kill it.

[yelling] Oh, [yells] shit!

Oh, shit.

[AJ panting]

-[exclaiming] -[all gasp]

[AJ groaning]

-[all exclaiming] -No, no, no, no, no!

What's happening? What's happening? What's happening?

-What's happening? -Nothing. Uh... he's gonna be fine.

[groaning]

[♪ sinister music playing]

Oh, God!

[groaning, cracking]

[all gasping]

-[all exclaiming] -He's definitely gone now, Trevor.

He's definitely gone.

Shane, shut the fuck up.

-[Bill gags] -Oh, for fuck's sake!

[electricity buzzing, zapping]

[all gasping]

What happened?

Nothing good, buddy. Nothing good.

Okay, the power's out. That means the phones are down.

[sighs] Shit, there goes running for the phone.

[Shane] No, no, no.

No, no, no, fuck.

[Shane whimpers]

I'm gonna die. I can't fucking die like this.

Okay, new plan.

Okay, what is it?

We're gonna have to come up with it.

Fuck. [scoffs]

Fuckin' Muppet.

-[loud thud] -[all exclaiming]

[Shane] [whispering] Okay. It's right there, it's right there.

[group panting, murmuring]

-[♪ tense, eerie music playing] -[pumpkin growling]

-It's right there. -[murmuring]

[Trevor breathing rapidly]

[pumpkin growling]

It can't get in.

[vines rustling]

[panicked whispers]

[all whimpering]

[vine slithering]

[boards creaking]

Stop. Don't do it.

No, stop.

Oh, it can't get in. It's fine, it can't get in.

[panting]

[♪ ominous music playing]

-[group gasps] -[shouts] It's fucking digging!

-[shushing] -How does this thing keep getting smarter?

[vines slithering]

♪♪

Hey, Crisis Barbie. Now what?

Crisis management is standard unless there's, like, a unique situation.

I think this is a unique situation.

So, now we need to, like, like, improvise.

Yes. Yeah, I have tons of improv training.

Your resume said puppet improv.

-Yes, puppet improv. -What the fuck is puppet improv?

-You didn't watch puppet improv, Barb? -Shut up!

-Fuck you! -[shushing]

-What are we doing? -Okay, improv.

It just means we have to be ready for anything.

[all gasp]

[all panting]

[vines slithering]

[all gasp]

[shrieking]

[Kevin] [on walkie-talkie] Can anyone hear me?

-[♪ hopeful music plays] -[walkie-talkie static]

Kev. God, you're alive.

I-- [panting] I thought I'd lost you--

[over walkie-talkie] that we lost you.

-[walkie-talkie beeps] -Yeah, B, I'm okay.

I'm bleeding, but I'm still here.

[crying]

Listen, Kev, we got a situation here.

It's stalking us.

It's listening to us. Over.

-That thing can hear? -[Bill] It's listening right now.

Fuck.

Oh.

Is the walkie I dropped still outside?

Affirmative.

[whispering] Switch to channel two and stay quiet.

[pumpkin growling]

[vines slithering]

[shouting] Hey, over here!

[over walkie-talkie] Come and get meee.

[all gasping]

[♪ tense music playing]

Yeah, over here. That's right.

Be a good gourd.

♪♪

It's on the move. Over.

Oh, Kev, that was brilliant.

We gotta get outta here. Over.

Any ideas?

♪♪

[♪ sinister music playing]

Hey, how many walkies are on the charger?

Five.

And those resistance bands you had earlier,

still got 'em?

Affirmative.

Hey, Kevin Costner? I think we're back to you

running to your locker for your keys that you left in there.

Yeah, he's right.

Don't agree with him just 'cause you're mad at me.

-Why is she mad at you? -No, I'm not.

It'll be fine, okay? I have a plan.

If we all work together, we can get out of here.

Okay, Bill, uh, go get that barrel and bring it over here.

-Yeah. -Thanks.

And, Maddie, could you get the map?

Everyone, stay away from the walls and keep quiet.

-Uh... what are you doing? -[exhales] Directing.

We need a decoy, something to distract it.

We have to get from the tool shed

to Cody's truck in the parking lot.

But with the keys locked up in the staff building,

we'll need Kevin to create a distraction

from the security office using the five walkies as bait

so Cody can run for his keys.

So, we need to split up, and then, we all have to move.

[♪ ominous music plays]

Okay, Kevin, you ready?

Action.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[grunting]

[whimpering]

[walkie-talkie whooshing]

[grunting] Ow. Ow.

Okay. Okay.

[over walkie-talkie static] Yeah, over here.

That's right. Be a good gourd.

Come and get me.

Come and get me, you autumn asshole!

Okay, it's taking the bait.

This is gonna work. Standing by for your cue.

[over walkie-talkie] We got this, Kevin.

[Cody exhales sharply]

I-I-I don't want you to do this alone.

I'm going with him.

No. No, you're not.

You're not in charge of me.

Hey, she's just looking out for you.

I can look out for myself.

No, you can't.

You can't even microwave a pizza pocket.

You're not Mom, so stop acting like it.

I am not.

Yeah, you are. You suck at it.

You know what, I wish you could take care of yourself

-so I could go live my life. -[Trevor] Great.

-Then it will just be me and Cody. -[Kira scoffs]

Uh, okay, yeah.

If-If you guys could just save the family bullshit

for another time, that'd be great.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Hey... I hate to agree with puppet boy...

but it's game time.

Come on.

Okay.

Hold, hold.

Hold.

Hold. Hold.

[over walkie-talkie] Hold.

[♪ tense, suspenseful music playing]

[grumbling]

Now! Go, go, go!

♪♪

[panting]

Target acquired. Over.

Yes. Yes! Stay on channel two. Over.

♪♪

Ow, ow, ow, ow!

Come on.

[grunting]

[over walkie-talkie] Over here.

Over here, you delicious pie filling.

No, now I'm over here. Now I'm over here.

Oh, oh, okay. Alright.

Now, to the truck. Go!

Go, go!

[all panting]

-Get out of my way! -Go, Shane!

Run, guys, run! You guys can do this.

-[group panting] -Come on, let's go. Faster!

Come on, let's go!

Come on. Come on!

♪♪

[Kevin] Come on, come on, come on. Where are you?

Come on.

Where'd you go?

[Cody panting]

[grunts] Shit.

[panting]

Shit. Come on.

[lock clicks]

-[door creaking] -[objects clattering]

[panting]

[creaking continues]

[♪ ominous music plays]

Oh, buddy. Oh, my God, you scared me.

It's okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay.

-No, wait. Wait, Kira-- -What? Come on!

-What?! -Trevor's gone!

[hyperventilates] No, no, no, no, no.

[♪ suspenseful music plays]

You're moving to New York?

Uh, I mean... Hey.

[hyperventilating]

Hey. No, no. Trevor.

Trevor, what the hell?

-He's not responding. -Okay. Get the keys, I'll get his pills.

Come here, it's okay, it's okay. Just breathe.

[Bill] [on walkie-talkie] Anybody have eyes on Kira and Trevor?

We lost them. Over.

Yeah, they're with, they're with me at the lockers.

We're good. Stick to the plan.

[walkie-talkie whooshing]

[Kevin] [over walkie-talkie] Yeah! Now, I'm over here.

I'm over here.

Yeah. No, this way, dumb-dumb.

[over walkie-talkie] You want more of this? I bet you do.

[laughing] I beat you.

Come here. Come and get me!

-[♪ tense, suspenseful music playing] -Okay, okay, okay.

Guys, it's moving away.

[grunting] Oh, fuck!

Kev, we're gonna go get some help.

And when we do, I'm coming back for you,

and I don't care who knows it.

Wait, like, why would he care who knows it?

[whispers] Employee favoritism.

[Kira] I got 'em. I got 'em. Here you go.

[Trevor panting]

Okay, breathe. Breathe.

Do you need another?

[sniffling] You're a good man, B.

[Bill] [on walkie-talkie] Promise me you're gonna hold on.

I promise.

[groans] Shit.

Fuck! Fuck!

[gasps] Shit.

Over here, you toxic bitch!

You're on the wrong channel, Kev.

[pumpkin growling]

[Kevin] [on walkie-talkie] Run, guys. It's coming for you!

Fuck!

[group panting]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! [groaning loudly]

Fuck, shit, fuck! Fuck, shit, fuck!

Fuck, shit, fuck!

[whimpers]

[pumpkin growling]

Oh, shit.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[pumpkin slithering]

Oh, fuck!

Oh, I got the keys.

[pumpkin roars]

-[glass shatters] -Fuck!

[Kira/Cody] No!

-No, no, no! -No!

Oh, I messed up.

I messed up, and it's coming for me.

[over walkie-talkie] Stick to the plan.

I'll hold it off as long as I can.

-Okay, do you see them?! -[Cody] No, I can't see anything.

[Kira] Okay, okay, okay.

-[Cody] Okay. -Do you see them now?

No, I can't see anything.

-Shit! -What do we do?

I don't know, I...

Okay, um, uh, guys?

Uh, we dropped the keys in the vent, and-and it's too dark.

[over walkie-talkie] And we can't see them. And-- [sighs]

Are there any pitches?

There are no bad ideas.

Hey, get to the truck.

-[Shane] What? -Just stick to the game plan.

-[Shane] Barb-- -I got an idea. Just go. Just go!

-[Shane] Barbara. -Just go.

I'm starting to hate improvising.

[whimpering] Fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Oh! Oh, fuck.

Okay, fuck!

[Kevin groaning loudly]

Just do it. Just get this done, just get this done,

just get this done, just get this done,

just get this done, just get this--

Fuck! [breathing heavily]

Okay. Okay, you're okay. Just-Just fucking pumpkins

putting people's heads on stakes. Fuck!

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...

[Kevin groaning]

Fuck! [groaning]

[pumpkin slithering]

[pumpkin growling]

[panting]

-[♪ ominous music playing] -Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! [groans]

Oh, my God! [groans] Fuck!

[groaning loudly] Fuck!

[whimpering]

Kev to B.

B to Kev. Stay with me.

[sniffles] I'm done for.

[over walkie-talkie] Save yourself.

And always remember what I told you

at that Bryan Adams concert.

I meant it.

No way I'm leaving you.

You're getting outta here with me.

Hey... you're in charge.

What? Bill?

Right now, we're breaking, like, every rule of crisis management.

Okay, well, what happens when we break the rules?

Like, more casualties.

-Fuck. -Hey. Back to back.

Come on, come on!

[knocking] Come on!

Come on!

[Cody panting]

Hey, it's okay. [sniffles] Just breathe.

[labored] Did you know he was moving to New York?

No. I, I just, I just found out.

I was gonna tell you after tonight.

-[Trevor hyperventilating] -Okay, head between your knees.

Please. Thank you.

Breathe. It's okay. Just breathe.

-[door slams open] -[Trevor whimpers]

[Barb grunts]

-[Barb] Move, move, move, move! -Okay, it's Barb.

[Barb] Move, move.

-[Cody] I see them! -[Barb] Oh!

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

-[bird cawing] -[gasps]

♪♪

[floorboards creaking]

[sniffles]

That's good. Okay. Okay. Okay, here we go.

I almost got them.

[Kevin] [on walkie-talkie] What are you doing here?

[Bill] [on walkie-talkie] I'm here 'cause everything I do,

I do it for you.

Please forgive me. I'm not leaving you.

[Kevin] I love you, B.

Oh, that's nice. [sobs]

Did you know they were together-together?

I... I thought they were just really into Bryan Adams.

[pumpkin growling over walkie-talkie]

Yeah. You kill it! Kill it!

[Kevin] [screaming over walkie-talkie] No, no, no! We got this!

You got this, B!

You fuck it up, Kevin!

[grunting over walkie-talkie]

Crush that bitch, B!

[Bill] Kevin, oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Die, pumpkin!

-[Bill] [crying] No, no! Kevin! -[flesh squelching over walkie-talkie]

Kevin?

[over walkie-talkie] Guys?

-Are you there? -[Bill sobbing]

[whimpering]

[vines slithering]

-Are they dead? Fuck. -Just stay aware.

Just stay aware, okay?

Oh, my God. We're gonna fucking die.

-[Cody panting, grunting] -[keys jingling]

-I got 'em. Let's go! Let's go! -Okay. Get him. Get him up.

♪♪

[overlapping chatter]

It's okay. It's okay.

[vines slithering]

-Oh, shit. -[Shane] Is that it?

-We're gonna make it. We're gonna make it. -[group shushing]

[singing] ♪ We're gonna make it after all ♪

Fuck! She's here! Get outta my way! Fuck!

Fuck, she's here! Get outta my way! Fuck!

Get the fuck outta my way!

-Let me just do it! -[vines slithering]

-[screaming] -[distorted laughing]

[screaming]

[pumpkin growling]

[Maddie screams]

[screams] My puppet hand!

Ah, fuck! Ah, fuck! Oh! Oh! Oh, no!

-What do we do?! -I don't know!

Oh, no, stop! [gagging]

[group screaming]

[gurgling, gagging]

[♪ sinister music playing]

[group panting]

[Kira] In here!

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[pumpkin slithering]

[quietly] It's okay. You're okay.

Hey... it's gonna be okay, okay?

[turkey gobbling]

-Is it in here? -[gobbling]

It's just Giblet... turkey.

[Giblet gobbling]

What do we do? We just wait for help to come?

[Kira] I-- [sighs]

Hey.

I-I don't need them. Seriously.

Hey, no one is judging you.

Okay, you've been through a lot, and we all need help sometimes.

[breathing rapidly] Y-You don't.

Hey, pal, your sister needed a lotta help

after your parents died.

More than I could give her.

I meet folks in real bad situations,

but the strongest people I know

accept help when they truly need it.

[chuckles] Who knew you were more than an actress

with a flute fetish.

Yeah, I get it. The flute's not cool.

I think it's cool.

Thank you.

My brother gave it to me. He taught me how to play.

He was the best.

[plastic bag rustling]

[Maddie chuckles]

[♪ intriguing music playing]

Clint's Corn Wagon.

-What? -Clint's Corn Wagon.

He leaves his screwdriver key inside.

[nearby pumpkin sounds]

[whispering] I don't think that was Giblet.

[Kira] Maddie, hand me your flute.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[pigs squealing]

Okay, bad news. It's in the pig pen.

Well, good news. The pig pen is due north,

so our evacuation route is clear.

Okay, well, looks like it's now or never.

-Alright. -[Kira] Okay.

Guys. Okay. Go. Go, go, go.

-Ready? -[Cody] Yeah.

[gasps] My flute.

[panting]

-Where's the key? -You start it with this.

Wait, seriously?

[engine sputtering]

-[pumpkin growling] -[Maddie gasps]

-[Cody] It's running! -Maddie, run!

-Maddie! -[Maddie screams]

-No, Maddie! -[Cody yells]

-[overlapping shouting] -Maddie, get it!

No, no, no, no, no!

-Fuck! Why won't this work?! -[Kira shushes]

-No, Maddie! -Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

-[Barb] Go, go, go! -Fuck, it's not starting! It's not start--

[overlapping shouting]

It started! We gotta go.

[tires screeching]

-Maddie. No, no, no! -[Kira] No, no!

-[Trevor] We have to go back! - [Kira] No, no, no! Come on, come on.

-No! Maddie! We have to go back! -[Kira] She's gone.

She's gone, I'm so sorry. Come on.

-No! -Come on.

Just come sit right here.

[Trevor sighs, sobs]

[♪ somber music playing]

[exhales sharply]

[panting]

[Trevor sobbing]

He'll be okay. We're all gonna be okay.

Probably.

[slight chuckle]

[♪ ominous music playing]

[whispering] Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

[breathing rapidly]

[gasps] Shit! Fuck!

-Hey, what is it? -It's Clint.

-[Barb] Is he alive? -Huh?

Huh, Mom? Oh, did I miss the party?

-Fuck. -[Clint] Shit.

Wes wasn't lying about those brownies.

Yeah, he's fine, he's just stoned.

[Barb] Lucky bastard.

I'm spinning. I might puke.

Please don't do that.

Where's a good place to puke?

No, there's no good place to puke, Clint.

-[Kira sighs] -[Clint] Are you sure?

[Clint gulping]

It's cool, I swallowed it. I learned that in college.

Uh, could I get a cheeseburger, fries, and a root beer float?

[people screaming on video]

[screaming continues]

[scoffs] Turn that off.

In a second.

Are you guys, are you guys watching a horror movie?

[Jimi] [on video] ...God!

[rewind whirring]

Oh, God! [screaming]

[rewind whirring]

God! [screaming]

-Shit. -What shit? No, please, no more shit.

-Kira, you need to see this. -[Kira] No thank--

You need to see this.

-[rewind whirring] -[sighs]

Do you notice anything?

-[people screaming on video] -Who the pumpkin's targeting?

[screaming]

It dodged Cody and the cameraman and went straight for Claire.

-[Claire screaming] -That's weird.

Think about it.

Who did it go after on stage, and at the barn,

and at Cody's truck?

Oh, my God, it's going after the carvers.

[breathing shakily]

Oh, my God. I put him in that stupid contest.

It was your pumpkin that killed everyone!

[Clint laughing]

Did Wes put you up to this? Good gag, dickhead.

[coughs] Can I have these? They're open.

-[pumpkin thudding on Corn Wagon] -[all panicking]

Hey, what is it?

[♪ ominous music playing]

Something's on the ceiling.

-It's coming after Trevor. -[Barb] Shit.

-[banging] -Is that, is that, is that my engine?

She's gonna blow!

Trevor, get over here. Come here. Come here. Come on.

-[Cody] Hey, dude. -No, you don't understand.

You have to follow the Corn Wagon rules.

Clint, it's not your wagon. It's the killer pumpkin.

Look, this isn't funny anymore, dickwads.

Here, just, just move.

-No! [yells] -Move!

[♪ "I'm Gonna Be Smokin'" playing in Corn Wagon]

What the fuck is this?!

-[tires screeching] -[yelling]

-♪ I wanna get stoned, I wanna-- ♪ -[♪ turns off song]

Clint, we have to go for help.

No, we have to stay under 30

and get her home before she dies.

Clint, it isn't a joke!

Kira, move. I am not letting this stoner get us killed.

-This is too stressful. -Clint, get out of the seat now!

You have unresolved issues.

I swear to God, if you don't get outta that seat,

I'm gonna fucking cut your arm off!

Just get outta the seat!

[Clint/Barb screaming]

-[♪ sinister music playing] -[Clint] I don't like this.

-[all screaming] -[Kira] Oh, my God!

[screaming]

-What the fuck is that? -[Cody] Clint, watch the road!

-[metal crunching] -[Clint yelling]

[ambient nature sounds]

[wincing]

[♪ ominous music playing]

Oh, my God, Trevor!

Wake up, wake up, wake up. Please.

Please wake up, Trevor, please.

Hi. Hi.

Okay, where does it hurt?

Yeah, my elbow a bit.

-Your elbow? Okay. -Yeah, my elbow.

Okay, we're gonna stop this bleeding.

The blood, where is it coming from?

-[Kira crying] -[Trevor groans]

I-- No, it's-it's-it's fake. It's fake blood.

-It's fake blood. -[exhales] It's fake.

Okay, it's fake. Okay. [gasping] Okay, get up.

-Okay. All of it? -[Cody groaning]

Yeah.

Are you okay?

[sighs] I'm good.

[panting, grunts]

-Barb! -Watch him.

-Okay, okay. -Ow! [groaning]

Barb?

Barb, Barb!

[panting]

-Is it bad? -[♪ somber music playing]

[Kira] Uh...

uh, no.

You're gonna be fine.

You're not a good actor, but you are a great writer.

[straining] You got a lot left to do.

Don't let anyone or anything stop you.

-[Kira sniffling] -Especially not some freak-ass pumpkin.

I won't.

Every play...

I'll be watching with your mom and dad.

Best seats in the house.

[Barb breathing raggedly]

[Kira gasps]

[sobbing]

[Cody sighs]

[door rattling]

Is she, is she okay?

[Kira breathing shakily]

It's alright... Kira?

It's after me, isn't it?

What? No, no, it's not.

Yeah, it is.

Don't lie, I know it's after me. I heard you and Barb talking.

It's going after the carvers, right?

Okay, yes, it is.

But I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, okay?

-We're not gonna let anything happen. -No.

No more dying.

-[pumpkin growling] -[Cody] You guys, it's coming. Oh, God.

Wha--

-Shit. Oh, shit. -It's out there.

Okay. Oh, what do we do?

What do we do? What do we do? What do we do?

[Cody] I don't know.

[Trevor hyperventilating]

What do we do? What do we do?

-Wh-What if we are dead? -What?

[Trevor] You thought I was dead.

What if we pretend to be dead?

Trust me, it'll work.

[Cody] Uh, no, yeah, that could work.

-Okay. -Slow your breathing.

-[Kira] Okay. -And relax your jaw,

and let your eyes glaze over, okay?

[Kira] Okay.

[vines rustling]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[slithering]

♪♪

[heavy breathing] [whispers] It worked.

Oh, my God. Are you, are you okay?

[whispers] Yeah. You?

[Kira] Are you okay?

-Hey, good thinking. -[door rattling]

[pumpkin growling]

[growling]

-[♪ dramatic music playing] -[distorted laughing]

[slithering]

[growling]

[Kira panting]

[Clint] Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Fuckers! What'd you do to my wagon?

-Oh, fuck, I don't have insurance. -Oh, my God.

Oh, my back. Oh!

Oh, oh. Oh, guys.

-Something's wrong with Barb. -[quietly shushing]

Oh, hey.

-[pumpkin growling] -[gasps]

No way.

Trippy.

-[♪ dramatic music playing] -What even are you?

[yelps, grunts]

[Clint yelling]

[yelling]

♪♪

[distant yelling]

[yelling]

-[grunts] -[vines slithering]

[gasps]

[pumpkin growling]

[Clint] Oh, no. No, y-y-you don't understand.

We love pumpkins.

[nervous chuckle] Yeah.

[stammers] This is, this is how we celebrate pumpkins.

And we make pumpkin pie too.

Oh, no, I shouldn't have told you that.

[pumpkin growling]

Please don't kill me.

I'll be your bitch.

Nice pumpkin.

[pumpkin roars]

[Kira] Alright.

I'm gonna make a run for that barn for help.

No.

We're not splitting up.

I'll be fine without you.

Kira...

maybe I'm not fine without you.

I see that now.

I'm sorry.

Then do me one last favor and... take care of him.

'Kay.

Hey... listen to me.

I didn't mean what I said earlier.

[crying] I have a life.

And you are the most important thing in it.

[sniffling]

Come here.

[sighs]

[sniffling] I gotta go, but...

take care of each other, okay?

[Trevor crying]

She'll be okay, bud. She's tough.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[panting]

♪♪

[panting]

[gun cocking]

Oh, you've been trespassing on the wrong property, miss.

No, no, no. Don't, don't shoot. Please.

There was an attack at-at Cedar Creek,

a-a-and we have to call for help.

Where do I know you from?

[panting]

Oh, you're, you're Earl Craven, right?

-Clint's dad? -Yeah.

I work with Clint at the village.

Clint. Is Clint out there?

-No, no, he's not. -Clint, are you hiding out there?

-Shh. -[laughing] Oh, you dumbass.

I know what I'm about to tell you sounds

ridiculous and impossible,

but... there's kind of a killer pumpkin on the loose.

Oh. Alright.

[laughing]

Now that's-- Oh, Clint. Clint, that's a good one!

-It's not a prank. -[Earl laughing]

Please, please. We have to call for help, it's not a joke.

Come on out. Come on, you're busted.

[laughing] Hey! Hey, Clint.

Your kooky friend here, she almost got herself shot.

Oh, my God, Clint, you're alive?

Are-Are you, are you okay? What-What happened?

Hey, Clint, come on.

Halloween's for kids. Grow up, boy!

[chittering]

-Oh, my God! -Oh, geez!

-[Earl/Kira exclaiming] -What the-- That's my boy.

[♪ sinister music playing]

Clint! [yells]

[gunshot]

My boy! Hold on there, boy.

[gunshot]

[exclaims]

Oh, boy. Oh, come on now.

[Earl muttering]

Ah! No! No!

[groaning]

-Please, no! Oh! -Oh, my God!

[muffled] No!

[gunshot]

[panting]

[♪ tense music playing]

[panting]

Oh, my God. Okay.

Oh, my God! Wait.

-What are you guys doing here? -We heard gunshots.

-And screaming. -And you decided to run towards it?

-[pumpkin growling] -Oh, my God! Get down.

[all panting]

Guys?

[Kira gasps]

Holy shit.

[♪ sinister music playing]

-Okay, okay. -[lightning crashing]

-[pumpkin growling] -[Kira gasps]

-Trevor! Trevor! -[choking]

Don't move! Okay. [grunts]

[growling]

[Trevor gasping]

[baby pumpkin squealing]

[growling]

Let him go.

[Trevor panting]

[growling]

[growling]

-[baby pumpkin squeals] -Run!

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

Okay.

I don't care how many there are. We have to kill them all.

-How? -I don't know.

[baby pumpkin squealing]

Oh, my God.

[pumpkin growling]

[door creaking]

[growling]

[baby pumpkin squealing]

[engine starting]

[blades whirring]

[Cody] Now!

[yells]

[yells]

[Kira yells]

Come on. [panting]

[yelling]

[grunting, yelling]

[yelling]

[all panting]

[sighs] Oh, my God.

[spits]

This is so gross.

[♪ gentle music playing]

[birds chirping]

[Kira sighs]

-[♪ sinister music playing] -[crow caws]

[cawing]

[Trevor screaming]

[choking]

[cawing]

Trevor!

[gasps, panting]

[♪ gentle music playing]

Oh, I see she's been propagating.

It's when plants, like, reproduce.

[sighs]

-[Maddie chuckles] -[Cody/Kira] Maddie!

Maddie!

[panting]

-We thought you were dead. -Yeah.

How did you get away?

I improvised.

-[Maddie screams] -[Trevor] Maddie!

[gasping]

[screaming]

Uh, what was all that blood on the wall?

It was iron fluoride and potassium thiocyanate.

A herbicide and a pesticide.

Badass.

-[crow caws] -[♪ ominous music playing]

[baby pumpkins squealing]

[♪ heroic music playing]

[♪ singers vocalizing]

[blades whirring]

♪♪

[tractor shutting off]

-It's over. -Yeah.

[gasps]

It's over.

Come here.

[gasps]

[♪ gentle music playing]

-Candy really does help in any disaster. -Oh, thank you.

You know, with all the messed-up stuff

that happened last night,

I'm not really in a good place for a relationship right now.

Okay. That's, like, really healthy to recognize, kid.

Good job.

[birds chirping]

I'm worried about him. Maybe I should stay.

Don't worry about him.

If I can get him through last night,

I'm pretty sure I can get him through high school.

Hey, congratulations.

-Thanks. -I'm sorry I didn't say it before.

But it's a really big deal, and you deserve it.

You dropped this.

I'm actually pretty sure I threw it at you.

And I think it's probably time for a new muse.

You think?

Like a killer pumpkin or something.

-Oh, shit. -[Kira chuckles]

Yeah, I can't compete with that.

[sirens wailing in distance]

God, your hair stinks.

[♪ sinister music playing]

[flesh squelching]

[♪ "I'm Gonna Be Smokin'" by Craig Craig playing]

♪ Yo, first I chop, chop, chop it up and roll up ♪

♪ Or I might be up at the crib and light a bowl up ♪

♪ Hold up, swole up, you wanna get up out my stash ♪

♪ 'Cause you ain't gettin' high unless you givin' me some cash ♪

♪ Light up the cannabis and I'm sky high, so high, I might try to fly ♪

♪ Ride with me, baby, for the buzz, baby, I'm the guy ♪

♪ The green is gettin' me mellow as the sea is ♪

♪ I'm twistin' up the strongest 'til I'm faded as bleach is ♪

♪ My crew got the Mary Jane steamin' up the whip ♪

♪ Get a whiff, get a sniff, they tryin' to get a grip... ♪

♪ I'ma put it on my lip ♪

♪ It's a good day to inhale the purple haze from the bong ♪

♪ Whatever we smokin', we hit it long ♪

♪ Still got enough to go and zip it ♪

♪ I wanna get stoned, I wanna get high ♪

♪ I'm gonna be smokin', I'm gonna be smokin' ♪

♪ I wanna get stoned, I wanna get high ♪

♪ I'm gonna be smokin', yo, I ain't jokin' ♪

♪ I wanna get stoned, I wanna get high ♪

♪ I'm gonna be smokin', I'm gonna be smokin' ♪

♪ I wanna get stoned, I wanna get high ♪

♪ I'm gonna be smokin', yo, I ain't jokin' ♪

♪ The day I started smokin' it, I feel like I woke up ♪

♪ Every day since I felt it, I've been hittin' my folks up ♪

♪ Who tryna get the fire, yeah, who tryna smoke up ♪

♪ Remember the days I came up from the bottom ♪

♪ My mother said the blaze would keep my brain rotten ♪

♪ The daily dose is a must, you know I'ma blaze ♪

♪ 'Cause you can bet on the fact I'ma be smokin' for days ♪

♪ I wanna get stoned, I wanna get high ♪

♪ I'm gonna be smokin', I'm gonna be smokin' ♪

♪ I wanna get stoned, I wanna get high ♪

♪ I'm gonna be smokin', yo, I ain't jokin' ♪

♪ I wanna get stoned, I wanna get high ♪

♪ I'm gonna be smokin', I'm gonna be smokin' ♪

♪ I wanna get stoned, I wanna get high ♪

♪ I'm gonna be smokin', yo, I ain't jokin', jokin' ♪

♪ Smoke it up ♪

[announcer] He's only smoked pot occasionally...

♪ Smoke it up ♪

Weed, grass, pot.

♪ Smoke it up ♪

He's only smoked pot occasionally...

♪ Smoke it up ♪

Weed, grass, pot.

[♪ tense music playing]

[♪ music fades out]