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Zombie Apache (2025)

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Zombie Apache (2025)

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(horn blares)

(majestic cinematic music)

(distant shout echoes)

People think that Custer

and his like were

the first white men

we saw in these parts,

but they'd be wrong.

For hundreds of years, the

Northmen raided our villages,

k*lling our people.

(footsteps splash)

They came from across the sea,

bringing only death

in their wake.

We fought them for centuries,

until eventually

only one remained,

the Horned Wolf, we called him.

They say he was forced

into the mountains

by a single brave,

(powerful orchestral music)

Screaming Panther.

The Panther cornered the Wolf

up in those mountain passes,

so they say.

And a mighty battle was fought.

(Panther shouts in

Native language)

(intense music)

(Panther yells)

(axe whooshes)

(axes clash)

(blades ring)

(Panther yells)

(Panther grunts)

Neither man was ever

seen alive again.

(Wolf growls)

(axes clash)

Some say the Horned Wolf

still wanders these parts,

feeding on people,

his hunger not yet sated,

his hatred a burning fire,

a furnace of evil powering

an undead k*lling machine.

(ominous music)

Scary sh*t, eh?

Damn, Joe.

I just came by for some milk.

And your point is, exactly?

Listen, when you were saying

"we" fought the white man,

is that like a...

You're...

I don't wanna assume,

but, er, are you Native,

Native, Native American?

No.

I'm from Liverpool,

home of The Beatles.

But I fell in love with

a woman from these parts,

and she taught me her ways.

When she passed over,

I stayed on and

bought this place.

I'm just gonna go get some milk.

[Joe] Yeah, you do that.

And it's an honor to work here.

No offenses to any culture.

That's what Custer said.

Go get your milk.

I'll keep an eye out

for the horny wolf.

Horned Wolf!

That...

And the Wendigo!

Yeah, that one.

And the Chupacabra!

Him too!

Suck your face right off!

(haunting flute music)

(Hatfield grunts)

Come on!

Come on!

Sheriff.

Josey.

Pay him no mind,

he's just sore 'cause his

horse didn't come back

at the track yesterday.

He told me he was feeling fast!

Horses don't talk!

Says you!

Josey, I-I just stopped by

to pick up something

that I need,

which would be...

Uh, do you have milk?

Oh! Sure, we do.

It's in the back, you know,

in the refrigerator.

Of course, where it's cold.

That makes sense.

Good place for it.

(radio beeps)

[Doris] Sheriff, it's Doris!

Come in, Doris, just

picking up some milk.

[Doris] I found that

athlete's foot powder

you were looking for, hon.

Doris, Doris, I'm good on that.

[Doris] Also, them local

kids must have been drinking

up at the burial grounds again.

We got an anonymous tip.

Strange noises in the night.

They're messing with forces

they just can't comprehend.

Thanks for that, Joe.

Copy that, Doris.

Doom awaits you up

there in those woods!

Lots of people have gone

missing over the years.

Smarter looking people than you.

(haunting flute music)

Listen, Josey, if you

need anything at all,

I'm new in town,

and all you have

to do is just...

Call the police?

That's right. That's me.

So yeah, just call the police,

and I'll probably pick it up.

Sure thing, Sheriff.

All right.

Well, see you later.

See ya.

And the milk.

Right, right.

Of course, the milk in the back.

Joe, you have a

great day, all right?

The wind whispers to me

of terrible things

on the horizon.

Or not.

Why do I have a feeling you

don't like me very much?

Terrible things!

(car zooms by)

(tense fiddle music)

(upbeat bluegrass music)

(radio chatter)

Can I help you, Officer?

Yes, sir.

You're aware you were

speeding back there?

Really?

Nope, I don't think I was.

120 miles per hour.

That's a little

too fast anywhere.

I'll have to see your

license and registration.

Okay.

License.

And registration.

(tense music)

My name's Sheriff Tim Hatfield.

I'm new in town.

Unfortunately, I'm gonna have

to see some real license

and registration.

Okay.

(tense music)

Barf.

Homer Barf.

Thank you.

Are we in trouble, sugar?

Hush up, Dana.

It's Susan, thank you very much!

Say it with me, "Susan."

Whatever! Just zip it!

You don't even

know my name, do you?

Mr. Barf, is

this your vehicle?

It is my daddy's.

Uh-huh. Who's your dad?

(Homer and Susan laugh)

Well, he's only the

man who ran this town.

What do you guys do in town?

Well, if you must know,

I am in fact a painter.

Oh.

Ma'am?

I am an exotic dancer.

I work on Thursdays and Sundays

over at the Happy Beaver,

down on McAllister.

You should come by

some time, Sheriff.

Uh...

we'll see.

Can I go now, or do

you two need a room?

Well, unfortunately, Mr. Barf,

I'm gonna have to

write you a citation.

Well, you just opened

up Pandora's case, buddy.

It's Pandora's box, silly.

Whatever.

There you are.

For the sake of

others and yourselves,

please be careful on the roads.

All right?

We'll be seeing

you around, Officer.

That's for sure.

(tense flute music)

(epic Western music)

(epic Western music continues)

He just jumped

right in front of me.

There's nothing I could do.

He just came springing

out of the woods?

Ahem!

Technically, we don't assign

gender to our animals.

Say what?

Well, we don't wanna

accidentally misgender this moose.

The moose?

Yeah, National Park Service

protocol, as of January.

Animals can be

non-gender too, you know?

Frogs, jellyfish, and the like.

Well, missy, those are

some pretty big ba*ls

on that genderless moose.

(truck driver laughs)

All right.

Let's not talk about

the ba*ls on the moose.

Ma'am, what's a non-male moose?

That would be a birthing moose.

What about my truck?

k*lled by a genderless moose.

Well, we'll take care of

your truck, sir, I promise.

It'll be all right.

Brokeback moose.

Now, okay.

So, let's take said not-birthing

moose and move it off.

Hmm?

Yeah?

You all right there, bud?

(tense flute music)

(bombastic orchestral music)

(bombastic orchestral

music continues)

Oh, Wally, you're not gonna

believe what just happened.

You hear that?

(birds chirping)

That's the sound of

nothing stupid happening.

I don't hear anything.

But Wally, listen, there's

a new sheriff in town.

And guess what?

He gave me a ticket!

Can you believe that?

Were you speeding?

A little bit.

In daddy's car?

Maybe.

Were you picking

up hookers again?

No, Wally. I swear.

I'm a painter now.

Yeah, I've seen your paintings.

It looks like a bear

got into the paint cans

and shat himself.

It's called being

an expressionist.

An expression out

of a bear's a*s.

You always put me down.

We are family, you know?

Yeah, and so was Fredo.

Daddy would want you

to treat me with respect.

Daddy put me in charge.

I'm the lawyer.

You failed the test 13 times.

You thought prepping for the bar

was honing up on

your c*ck skills.

Now I need you to quiet

down and get over here.

Behold, dipshit,

your father's legacy.

Our inheritance.

A dollhouse?

No, you idiot.

It's a design for our very own

hotel-casino-resort property.

Barf Towers!

Will there be hot tubs?

Easy, boy!

It's a very delicate

operation here.

If we do well here

in Pokie County,

then we'll have a line of Barf

Towers all coast to coast.

What about a dance club?

Will there be a disco?

There's just one problem.

Tiny. Really insignificant.

It's me again, isn't it?

No, it's the heritage folks.

(brief flute music)

I don't follow?

There's a shocker.

What's stopping us?

An old Viking burial site.

Here, where we're

scheduled to dig.

Apparently, those

stupid Vikings used

to bury their folks up there.

Animals!

Idiots!

Somebody oughta really

do something about it,

make that burial site a

piece of ancient history.

Wally, let me

do it! I can help!

No, this is a job

for professionals.

Men with resolve.

Well, Daddy once said that

if a man's old enough

to have babies,

then he's old enough

to create an empire,

through his children.

Daddy may be gone,

but I am Daddy's children,

and I have a baby-maker!

Are you high?

No, not intentionally.

Come on, Wally. Gimme a chance.

Wally...

(pensive music)

(Wally retches)

What's the point of all

this hotel legacy stuff

if I didn't do

anything to earn it?

Let me do this one thing,

to prove that I love you.

It's simple enough,

hypothetically speaking.

Don't screw this up!

He did say I have a

knack for wrecking things.

(unsettling music)

No!

(exaggerated yodeling music)

(model clatters)

(exaggerated yodeling

music continues)

(haunting flute music)

(Hatfield sighs)

Ahem.

Long day?

Yeah. You could say that.

[Doris] Sheriff, city

towing says they're backed up

till this afternoon.

Well, Doris, we can't have

that carcass on the road.

We gotta get that off ASAP.

-[Doris] Copy that.

-I did tell them.

And?

[Doris] They recommended

a chainsaw in the meanwhile.

Over.

A chainsaw?

Do you know how nasty that is?

We'll be carving that

thing up till Thanksgiving.

[Doris] Oh, and Sheriff?

That balding treatment

shampoo you ordered came in.

You know, the

prescription-strength stuff

you had me find. Over?

Doris, I think we're

good on that one.

[Doris] Sure thing, hon.

Thank you.

(Hatfield chuckles)

The hat, it kind of

pushes back on the hair.

And it's not a real

problem, but...

Ahem.

Was there something you needed?

[Joe] Some milk perhaps?

No.

Well, yeah, I did...

I needed...

I need something.

Headphones.

Headphones.

(Hatfield laughs)

That's what I needed.

Perfect.

Perfect.

Uh, nice cat.

Screaming Panther.

He fought the Horned Wolf

to avenge his beloved.

Or so the story goes.

Joe mentioned that, yeah.

It's just a myth, but I like it.

It's kind of romantic.

It is kind of

romantic, isn't it?

Will that be all?

Yeah, I...

Come on, man!

I mean, it's nice that y'all

are having a moment, but...

I'll add it to your tab.

Thank you.

I can help the next customer.

Hey, how you doing?

Hi.

(quirky suspense music)

(crickets chirrup)

(Homer grunts)

(car zooms in the distance)

(footsteps crunch)

(owl hoots)

(Homer grunts)

(comedic ninja music)

(Homer grunts)

(quirky suspense music)

(footsteps crunch)

(Homer yells)

(Homer pants)

(Homer grunts)

Dumb Vikings.

(Homer chuckles)

(gasoline pours)

(uneasy music)

Stupid stuff!

(Homer grunts)

(flare sizzles loudly)

(expl*si*n cracks)

(Homer screams)

(expl*si*n rumbles)

(tense music)

What the heck!

(menacing, dark music)

(fire crackling)

(Homer yells, trembling)

(Loki growls)

(Homer yells, trembling)

(menacing, dark music)

(fire crackling)

(horn blares)

Oh, sh*t!

(Homer yells)

(Homer pants)

What are those things?

Oh!

My eyebrows!

Oh, my God!

What the hell?

(engine starts)

(engine revs)

(Loki sighs deeply)

(uneasy music)

(insects buzz)

Once my uncle

finishes his new hotel,

I'll be the floor manager.

I'll be the third or fourth

most powerful man in town.

Well, that'll be good.

Yeah, it will be.

So what do you say we, uh,

take it all the way

to third base tonight?

I'm not that kind of girl.

You're not?

Not until we're married.

(Eddie laughs)

Married?

I'm not marrying a

waitress, you dummy.

Well, then I guess

you better take me home,

Mr. Floor Manager.

Not without a

little sugar first...

Get off me!

(indistinct rumbles)

(campfire explodes)

What the hell is that?

[Girlfriend] Who are they?

[Eddie] I'll go have a look.

You stay put.

What?

Do you think they're

gonna put out

for some towel and soap?

No.

But I don't want them to

be axe murderers either.

(mysterious ritual music)

(mysterious ritual

music continues)

Oh, lookie here,

it's Halloween!

Ooh! Gee!

Your face looks like

a frog's a*s, lady.

Hey! Hey, get off me!

(girlfriend gasps)

(Eddie grunts)

Look! What the hell is that?

What the...?

(menacing, dark music)

(Loki growls)

(Eddie screams)

(Eddie screams)

(Loki grunts)

(ax strikes)

(body hits ground)

No! No! No!

(tense brassy music)

(footsteps crunch)

(girlfriend screams)

(glass crashes)

(girlfriend screams)

(girlfriend cries)

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

[Joe] It's not safe

up here, Sheriff,

especially at night.

How'd you guys

hear about all this?

A bird told me.

Uh-huh.

So I got Josey to

drive me up here.

I thought you might

need some protection.

You're enabling this nonsense?

He knows what

he's talking about.

I'll get a statement,

and hopefully somebody

at the department

speaks woodpecker.

(uneasy music)

Huh...

What is it?

-These tire tracks.

-Burnt rubber.

And it's obvious they

sped off in a hurry.

They look pretty familiar.

I think I know exactly

who was down here.

Who was it?

Can you guys just get back

to the store where it's safe?

What's so safe about stores?

Lots of people die in stores.

Just not here, all right?

(foreboding music)

You'd think they

would know better

than to mess with

burial grounds.

You think maybe it was high

school kids out drinking?

I thought I told you guys

to go back to the store?

This is an active crime scene.

(foreboding music)

Now what?

Death has come to Pokie.

Could you be a little

more specific, Joe?

[Doris] Sheriff,

I got a dead body up

by Lover's Lane, over!

Told you.

What is it, dispatch?

[Doris] Some

jogger phoned it in.

Mrs. Francine Bates said

she found a dead man!

Right. I'm on my way.

Thank you, Doris.

[Doris] Oh, and Sheriff,

I picked up that plunger

you said you needed

from the hardware store.

No, no, no! Doris, Doris.

I don't think that was me.

Ahem.

We'll handle that later. Copy.

I've gotta go.

Evidently quite a lot.

Just do me a favor and

steer clear of the area.

I've got it from here.

(bird squawks)

(bird droppings splat)

(tense guitar music)

And so it begins!

(intense music)

(uneasy music)

(wildlife calling)

(birds chirp, insects buzz)

(camera shutter snaps)

What do we got, Dorsett?

(deputy gulps)

Sorry, sir.

It's just none of

us have ever seen

a m*rder*d person before.

-That's all right.

-That's all right.

Pull it together, man.

Any witnesses?

The girlfriend.

We sent her down to St.

John's for observation.

She says some kind of...

some kind of fancy

dressed Vikings did this.

Fancy dressed Vikings?

Mm-hmm.

Yes, sir.

(deputy retches)

All right.

Just...

Oh, my God!

Try not to go everywhere on it.

Sorry, sir.

They really...

really dressed for

the part, didn't they?

-The k*ller.

-Mm-hmm.

Quite a character.

I don't know what's

going on in this place.

You know, I knew him.

The Viking?

The victim, I mean.

He was gonna be the floor

manager at Barf Towers

once it was finished.

He promised me a free bathrobe.

You'll be all right.

Mm-mm! Mm-mm!

You got it.

(deputy retches)

Oh, Lord!

(deputy coughs)

I'll get you a bathrobe.

Don't worry about it.

When did I eat carrots?

Watch out, sir.

Come on, Dorsett!

(brooding detective music)

(uneasy music)

Hello!

In here!

(brooding detective music)

(door creaks)

(quirky suspense music)

(quirky suspense

music continues)

(quirky suspense

music continues)

Welcome to Barf Manor!

Mr. Barf?

(footsteps tap)

I'd offer you a drink,

but you're obviously on duty.

(beverage pours)

(glass clinks)

Say, aren't you that new sheriff

that ticketed my

brother for speeding?

The very same, in fact.

Actually, I have some bad news.

Unfortunately, Edward

Muntz was discovered dead.

Eddie?

Yes.

Since you're next of kin,

I'm gonna have to ask you

to come down to the morgue

and identify the body.

When I say morgue, I

mean, we have him on ice

at the convenience store.

We got defunded.

m*rder*d? By whom?

Some kids dressed up

in Halloween outfits,

looking like Viking berserkers.

(Wally sputters whiskey)

(Wally coughs)

Ahem!

You don't say.

Peculiar.

Terrifying, actually.

(uneasy music)

Mr. Barf,

you okay?

He will be missed.

Well, I know it's

unfortunate timing,

but I'm gonna have to ask

to talk to Homer as well,

if he's around.

Well, he's not feeling well.

And once he hears this

news, he's a delicate soul.

Perhaps another time.

I don't want to make it formal,

but I'm gonna have to insist.

It'll only be a few questions.

Fine.

Come with me.

(brooding music)

Homer? It's your brother.

I'm here with the sheriff.

Got a couple questions for you.

[Homer] Go away! I'm busy!

We're coming in.

(intense music sting)

Careful now, we have guests!

I saw him...

crawl out of the ground...

but I have a surprise for him!

Easy, Homer.

Put the g*n down!

Paint is for paintin',

not for sniffin' again.

I know!

(Homer cries)

Is there something

different about you?

Did you get a haircut?

Shut up!

How about you leave

the g*n on the ground

and show us what you're

painting back there?

You wanna see it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go ahead.

Let's see what you got.

(pensive music)

Wow...

Homer...

Ahem.

I'll put out an

APB ASAP on that.

Where'd you see that figure?

Was it down at the

ancient burial grounds,

the Viking burial grounds?

It wasn't?

It was?

No.

No, I've never, never heard

of those grounds before.

Why would it be down

at the burial grounds?

Strip club, maybe.

You didn't see that

at the strip club?

No, uh...

No.

Okay.

Well, I'll do an APB

on this, and yeah.

I heard you talking

about Cousin Eddie.

Is he...

everything okay?

Now that-

He's fine.

He's fine. He says hello.

Liar!

(tense music)

His momma's kind of dumb.

She thought Monty Python

was a performing snake.

Let's go ahead and get going.

We'll be back.

Now, Homer,

just don't touch any outlets.

Keep clear of that paint.

(light tense music)

(dramatic flute music)

Joe, I got Mr. Barf here

to identify the body.

Mr. Barf.

Got k*lled with

an axe, didn't he?

Now, why did you

look in that body bag

after I told you not to?

I didn't.

I've been sat on this

porch all day as per.

What, a squirrel tell you then?

Why don't you ask one?

Come on, I don't

have time for this.

It's the Horned Wolf, you know!

His grave was desecrated

by someone in this town,

and now he's after blood!

Aagh! He says

all kinds of stuff.

(uneasy music)

Well, obviously, I

can't see his face.

Sorry, man. That is this one.

(Wally groans)

(Wally retches)

Mm. That...

that's Cousin Eddie, all right.

Now, I was gonna give him

a job in the parking lot.

Not anymore.

Why?

Well, because he wasn't

qualified to empty the ashtrays.

No, no, no!

Why did somebody

want to m*rder him?

Who can say? A

true m*rder mystery.

[Doris] Sheriff, coroner's

report just came in

on that boy Muntz, over?

(tense music)

And?

[Doris] Autopsy report

concludes victim died

as a result of a

large ax to the face.

Yes, Doris.

We all knew that.

Is there anything else?

[Doris] That's it. Over.

All right.

Well, hit me back whenever

you do have something

that we don't all know.

Mr. Barf...

can I be honest with you?

I think your brother was at

the burial grounds last night,

and I think he

knows a little more

about Cousin Eddie's

predicament than you or I.

And now, all I need is a motive.

Do you realize how

many jobs I'm bringing

to this dilapidated community,

the affluence alone?

Now that's a fancy

word for money, boy.

Oh, I know what it means.

And now, I know a motive.

You ain't got diddly.

I got that your father's car was

at the burial

grounds last night,

and that your brother

lost his eyebrows

and his mind since

I've seen him last.

Obviously, a cooking accident

when he was making waffles.

Waffles?

You are playing a

dangerous game, Mr. Barf.

You ever read Kipling?

"Rikki-Tikki-Tavi"?

In fact, I have.

I'm the mongoose.

I'm the mongoose!

You sure about that?

You calling me a snake?

Fellas!

Can we finish this up outside?

I'd like to close

up for the evening.

(foreboding music)

In what movie does

Robert De Niro say,

"Talking to me"?

I...

"Star Wars".

Homer!

You have to play right!

(evil music)

What is the capital of Iceland?

The North Pole.

So close. No.

F that card.

Get outta my face! Who cares?

I'm gonna die tonight anyways.

It doesn't matter.

Will you stop that negativity?

I'll protect you.

You?

Protect me?

(Homer laughs)

No.

What are you gonna do?

Offer it a lap dance?

It's married, as

far as I can tell.

Twice over!

Well, no need to be rude.

What about the police?

The police?

You saw the sheriff,

Officer Hatfield!

You feel safer now?

(Loki growls)

Oh!

Did you hear that?

Damn zombie Apache out there!

Well, technically

around these parts,

it would be a Mohawk,

but since you desecrated

a Viking site,

it's probably a

zombie Viking, hon.

What?

Oh!

You burned down a

Viking burial site,

not an Indian one.

Oh, so you're some expert

on how to cook up a

freaking zombie, huh?

Did you get your PhD

on zombie physics?

All right! Calm down!

You're giving me

a headache. Jeez!

(upbeat music)

(Homer breaks wind)

Oh!

Homer, what is wrong with you?

That is disgusting!

[Homer] I'm sorry.

I'm nervous, I can't help it.

Oh, no! I need some fresh air.

I can't-

Out there?

You're gonna go out there?

Have you listened to one

word I have said, woman?

Relax!

I'll be right back.

(ominous music)

(footsteps crunch)

Oh, would you look at that?

He wasn't kidding.

It sure does look married.

(Loki growls softly)

(tense, ritualistic music)

(hypnotic flute music)

No, no, no! What

is that music?

What is...?

What is happening to my body?

Oh! My head!

Oh, my head!

No! No! Stop that!

Stop that!

(door creaks)

(door closes)

Hon?

(knife screeches

on cutting board)

(footsteps tap)

Hon, could you grab me a beer

while you're in the kitchen?

(tense, ritualistic music)

Hon?

(intense music sting)

(dramatic music)

(Homer screams)

(hypnotic flute music)

(menacing, dark music)

(Homer moans)

(surreal mix of flute

and country music)

Oh God, Zombies!

(upbeat country music)

(Homer yells, trembling)

Oh, God!

(zombies grunt)

(Susan yells)

(upbeat country music)

(zombies grunt)

(glass shatters)

(blows thud)

(Susan grunts)

(knife whooshes)

Stupid!

(upbeat country music)

(Homer yells)

(Homer grunts)

(Homer pants)

(suspenseful music)

(Homer yells)

Ah!

(intense music)

(door bangs and rattles)

What's the number?

9-1-1.

(ring back tone)

Yes!

There are zombies

raiding my fridge!

(hypnotic flute music)

(thunder rumbles)

(menacing, dark music)

(horn blares)

(doorknob rattles)

(axe whooshes)

(thunder rumbles)

No, no! We can't, Josey.

What would Joe think?

(Hatfield giggles)

Well, who cares what

he thinks, right?

Yeah.

How about we steal a

couple of jugs of milk

and see where it goes?

That'd be great.

[Doris] Sheriff, we got a 911

call from the Barf property,

as*ault in progress, with

a deadly weapon, over!

Copy that! Copy that!

Ahem!

Dispatch,

I'm on my way.

You didn't hear anything

about jugs of milk, did you?

(uneasy music)

(footsteps tap)

Hello?

Hello?

(fireplace crackling softly)

(uneasy music)

(uneasy music continues)

Oh, my God.

(ominous music)

Homer?

Mr. Barf?

(door creaks)

(floorboards creak)

(dog howls in the distance)

(door creaks)

(uneasy music)

(uneasy music continues)

(uneasy music continues)

(Susan moans like a zombie)

Stay right where you are!

(Susan pants)

No! Please!

Sheriff, please don't sh**t!

Take it easy, take it easy.

It's all right. It's all right.

What happened here?

I must have banged my head,

and then I had the

worst nightmare.

It's all right. It's okay.

All right, all right.

Well, you're okay.

So everything's all

right, all right?

Okay. If you say so, Officer.

(unsettling music)

(doorknob rattles)

(Homer yells)

(g*n bangs)

Homer!

Is everybody okay?

(tense music)

Give me that g*n, Homer!

I'm sorry, Mr. Policeman.

Homer, what is wrong with you?

I can ask you

that same question.

Why'd you cut off my fingers?

What kind of an insane

person would do that?

Ma'am, did you

cut off his fingers?

No.

I was...

I blacked out, when the stranger

played his flute for me.

His flute?

Uh-huh.

What is that,

code for something?

(brief flute music)

Did you have relations

with that dead Indian man?

(Susan gasps)

How dare you!

And he's Swedish.

Well, you are a sleepwalking,

knife-welding psychopath!

That's enough!

I've had enough of all this!

Okay?

You!

Sit down!

I'm out of here!

(Homer grunts)

I hate her.

Homer, just sit down, okay?

Okay, but whatever have I done?

Well, let's start with the

part where you almost shot us!

That's a good part, hmm?

Does this mean I'm

going to prison again?

That remains to

be unseen, Homer.

Can you start by telling me

what the hell happened here?

Okay, so these zombies,

they came in and

they attacked us,

then they punched Susan

right in her face.

Which she did

deserve, by the way.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I know how that must sound.

(footsteps tap)

(tense music)

What?

Homer used up all the

toilet paper on his hand.

Oh gee, I wonder why?

Okay.

Can we just get back

to the intruder?

Can you tell me

what they look like?

I told you. Zombies.

They were dressed like

fancy-dressed Indians.

Like the one I had

painted. You saw it?

He means Vikings.

Yeah, they may

have been Vikings,

but they were also,

in fact, dead.

If that makes any sense?

No, it makes no sense at all!

So, you were hiding

in the bathroom, huh?

My hero.

Oh, hon.

I know you may have some

questions right now,

but if you're not too

busy in the meantime,

you can help find

my missing fingers!

Homer, do you know

where they could be?

What? My fingers?

No!

The zombies, Homer!

Yeah, they told me

they were going bowling.

How the hell would I know?

All right.

Well, let me go to the station.

You guys stay here

and lock the door!

I'm not leaving until

I find my fingers.

Okay, fine! Just stay here!

I'll grab a med kit,

and leave it to the

adults, all right?

(Susan sighs)

('70s funky music)

I'm living my life

on a knife edge

Can't you see by

my worry lines

I'm trying to get

my thoughts in line

Gonna need just a

little more time

This ain't a cry

for redemption

I haven't led a life

too sad to mention

Just trying to

catch my peers

Who've been ahead

for all these years

Paying now for

things I've done

They didn't like

what I'd become

Now you see what vibe I'm on

It won't be long

before I've won

(Wally vocalizes)

Yeah, yeah

Hey

(mysterious ritual music)

(hypnotic flute plays)

(woman moans hoarsely)

(mysterious ritual music)

(mysterious ritual

music continues)

(maiden 1 growls)

(Wally screams)

(Wally yells, trembling)

(Wally screams)

(menacing, dark music)

(Wally screams)

(Wally screams)

(Loki growls)

(axe whooshes)

(unsettling music)

(overly dramatic music sting)

(engine growls)

(tires squeal)

(engine revs)

(car hits with heavy thud)

(menacing, dark music)

(Loki roars ferociously)

Let me in! Let me in!

Wally, what

happened to your hair?

Oh, there's not

enough time for that.

You're not gonna believe,

there's a scary thing out there!

Scary k*ller thingy out there!

I don't know! I ain't got time!

Where's that chef?

He went into town to grab

some medicine for Homer's hand.

[Wally] What in the

hell happened in here?

We were talked by

dead Scandinavians!

Ah, join the club.

They almost got me in town.

But, Wally, I don't understand,

where'd your hair go?

Not now, boy! Not now!

You really thought

that toupee was real?

Really? This whole time?

Well, what do they want with us?

Well, I'm guessing

they think the land by

the waterfalls is theirs.

But they've had their time.

This is mine...

That land is ours by

the right of conquest!

The strong people take what

they want, when they want!

That's just the way it is.

All this for a stupid hotel?

Hotel resort spa, thank you!

You're a monster!

Am I? Then what

is that out there?

(intense music)

Vengeance!

(radio chatter)

(tense music)

Josey?

Joe?

(unsettling music)

What happened?

Oh, my God.

(Joe yells aggressively)

(Hatfield screams)

Damn it, Joe!

Sorry.

I thought you were

one of them things.

I told you those things are

just people

masquerading as Vikings,

taking advantage of

k*lling people around town.

It's not the boogeyman.

It's not voodoo.

Haven't you seen "Scooby-Doo"?

(uneasy music)

They took her, Sheriff.

They just came in the middle

of the night and took her.

You know, I reckon the

Horned Wolf intends

to make Josey his bride,

by the light of

the next full moon!

Joe, that's at least

in a couple days!

We gotta call this in.

This is FBI. This

is state troopers.

This is anything but me.

I mean, this is arson, m*rder,

kidnapped with intent to marry!

There's no time for that.

I mean, besides, you

can't k*ll something

that's already dead.

(Hatfield sighs)

Where do you think

they're taking her?

His old burial

ground was destroyed.

He'll find a new one,

I reckon somewhere deep inside

his old hunting territory.

[Doris] Sheriff, we

got reports of g*nf*re

up at Barf Lodge, over!

-Copy that, Doris.

-I'm on my way.

Yeah, me too.

No! We talked about this.

You stay here, Joe.

Look, you need me, Sheriff!

I mean, b*ll*ts are

no use against them!

b*ll*ts are gonna be just fine.

I don't wanna hear any more

about the circle of life,

or all that the trees

are talking about, okay?

-Trees are stupid.

-Everyone knows that.

If you wanna know what's going

on, you talk to the wind!

(tense music)

What did I just say?

You're making a

big mistake, Sheriff!

Okay, everyone ready?

What 1981 film, starring

Henry and Jane Fonda,

won Best Picture that year?

Will you shut your pie hole?

No. On "Golden Pond."

Why is she even here?

Hey, that's my girl!

You don't talk to her that way!

(electricity buzzes)

Power's out!

[Wally] No sh*t!

Go check the breakers, genius.

[Homer] Why me?

[Wally] Because

you're a grown, man,

with the full set of

testicles, remember?

(quirky suspense music)

(Homer yells)

Why am I doing this?

(uneasy music)

(electricity buzzes)

Oh!

It's not supposed

to look like that.

(hypnotic flute music)

(Susan snores)

How in the hell

can that girl sleep

through something like this?

(upbeat country music)

Wally!

I can't control myself!

(Homer grunts)

Oh!

Homer, what are you doing?

Wally!

-What is it?

-He's doing some dark ritual!

-Help!

-What is that,

a dance from high school?

(Homer grunts)

I can't control my hands!

Wally!

Come on, are you having a spell?

Wally!

Brother!

Homer!

Help!

(hypnotic flute music)

Wally!

Help me!

-Hey you!

-(g*n bangs)

That's my brother!

Homer!

Homer!

Come back here!

Where are you going?

Come back here!

Uh-huh.

That's it.

I am done with this family.

There's some sort

of kinky Norse crap.

Oh, my gosh!

(unsettling Western music)

(footsteps tap)

Ma'am, everything all right?

Yeah. Hey sugar.

It's just those crazy boys

at it again, you know?

Too much booze and testosterone,

not enough common sense.

Are they inside?

Oh, no, no, no!

They ran off into

the woods somewhere

just sh**ting at

each other again.

Where are you going?

Do you need a ride?

-No, don't worry.

-I'm gonna see...

No, I'm gonna borrow Homer's

car, because he said I could,

and you don't have to

look into it, okay?

Thanks.

(tense music)

(Hatfield sighs)

Honey!

I just wanted to say, please

be careful out there, okay?

We don't have enough good

men in this town like you,

and we really can't afford

to lose another one.

(pensive Western music)

All right.

Let's go.

(unsettling music)

(footsteps tap)

I never thought

I'd see you again.

Certainly not alive.

If I'm gonna k*ll this thing,

I'm gonna need some supplies.

Look, you're not gonna

last 10 minutes out there

without the proper stuff.

-Like what? Garlic?

-Silver b*ll*ts?

Toilet paper.

Unless you wanna wipe

your a*s with your hand?

Look, you need me.

Josey needs me.

She was working for

me when they took her!

Fine!

Get in the car.

That's what I'm talking about.

It's the end of the

line for undead Vikings.

They're serial K*llers.

They're not Vikings

or zombies, okay?

Serial-k*lling zombies!

You don't take meds, do you?

What are you talking about?

Well, we're just gonna

be out there for a while.

I don't want you to

miss a dose or anything.

Are you kidding?

Let's k*ll these things.

(quirky music)

Wally?

Wally?

Homer?

Where are you?

Homer?

The zombie's after us!

Homer! Homer!

Wally!

Homer.

Where have you been?

(hypnotic flute music)

Wally, I can't move my foot.

What the hell?

What is happening?

Stop it!

Wally, help!

Help!

Wally!

No!

(playful, disorienting music)

I don't know

what's going on here!

I don't know!

Help! Help me!

Wally!

What's happening?

I don't know!

(magical music)

(waves rustle)

(tense militaristic music)

[Hatfield] You sure you can

track 'em through these woods?

Do you want to try?

What does the wind say?

The wind says, it's smart

to travel with a simpleton.

The Horned Wolf will

not be expecting that.

Who's the simpleton?

(tense flute music)

Where do we get the simpleton?

You know, before

all this started,

before all the k*lling,

I was gonna ask

Josey out for a beer.

Lucky her.

What stopped you?

I just didn't think she was

into me like that, you know?

I didn't think I had a chance.

Your competition has

been dead 300 years

and smells of old

leaves and turds.

So you do think I have a chance?

Can I ask you something?

What did we do

around these parts

to qualify for such

an esteemed lawman?

You mean, how did I get here?

Yeah, how did you get here?

Well, that's pretty simple.

I was working in a

major metropolis,

and that will remain anonymous.

Doris says Denver.

Yeah. Yes, it was Denver.

Anyways, I was assigned to

help a cat out of a tree.

And I figured, this is usually

something for animal control,

but I think I'll save the day.

Yeah, like Superman.

(confident music)

(cat meows)

Ma'am, did you

call about the cat?

Yeah, my cat, he's

been up there for hours.

I don't know what to do.

My dad's gonna k*ll me.

Don't worry.

I got this.

Okay.

Just step back

for me real quick.

Here we go.

(Hatfield grunts)

Come on!

(cat meows)

(Hatfield grunts)

(cat meows)

It's a nice cat, right?

No, he bites.

(cat yowls)

(dog barks)

(dogs bark and growl, cat yowls)

My cat!

Um...

So not like Superman.

Not at all.

Hmmm.

What's the "hmmm" about?

Oh, I wouldn't tell Josey that.

She kind of likes cats.

I like cats.

Ever k*lled anything

bigger than a cat?

No. Why?

Because we're hunting a

flesh-eating creature from hell.

Not Mr. Pickles.

Who's Mr. Pickles?

(gentle guitar music)

(Joe vocalizes)

Seem to whisper soft

and very, very low

You are my heart's desire

You're the one that

I adore, Melody

Oh, Melody

That is beautiful, Joe.

Ah, it's an old song,

which like me will soon

be gone from the world.

Me and my wife used to sing

it around the campfire.

I didn't know you were married.

She was Cherokee.

When she passed away,

I couldn't bring myself

to leave the place.

Every tree, every leaf

reminds me of her.

So I stayed on and

bought the store.

She always wanted a store.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's all good.

I'll see her again soon enough.

Listen, let's make

camp here, okay?

You get some firewood.

I'll make a start on the tent.

Sounds good.

(haunting flute music)

Joe, I found some firewood.

You're eating?

Did you find some berries?

No.

A lot of mushrooms

down by a stream.

You want some?

You don't get out in

nature much, do you?

Not really.

Why?

They're death caps.

(tense flute music)

Death caps?

Is that a bad thing?

They don't call

them "life caps"!

I thought it was the red ones

you were supposed to avoid!

Yeah. I wouldn't

eat them either!

(Hatfield sputters)

Joe, I ate a lot

of these things.

What's gonna happen,

what are we gonna do?

Well, I'm gonna build a fire.

Your bum's gonna start

screaming like an angry bear

who's caught and

tortured, in a zip.

And then we'll find help.

How long...?

(solemn organ music)

(stomach growls)

Oh!

(Hatfield groans)

(retro rock-organ music)

(brief upbeat fiddle plays

over retro rock-organ music)

(brief upbeat fiddle plays

over retro rock-organ music)

(brief upbeat fiddle plays

over retro rock-organ music)

(retro rock-organ

music continues)

(retro rock-organ music

layered with fiddle)

(Hatfield hoots incoherently)

(retro rock-organ music

layered with fiddle continues)

(Hatfield breaks wind)

[Joe] Maybe next time save

that part for outside the tent?

(Hatfield breaks wind)

[Hatfield] Oh, sorry.

(haunting flute music)

(Hatfield groans)

(Joe laughs)

You look like

you spent the night

up a grizzly bear's a*s.

(Hatfield groans loudly)

Well, the irony is, Joe,

that I'd probably be safer

in a grizzly bear's a*s.

It can be arranged.

-What?

-I'm just saying,

I know some.

I gotta go take a pee.

Get all this bad juju out.

Oh...

Oh!

(urine trickles)

(intense music sting)

(Hatfield screams)

(tense music)

Coffee?

(unsettling music)

So there's Wally.

Yep. Part of him.

Where's the rest?

I told you, it's

the Horned Wolf.

Joe, we're not hunting Dracula.

We're not hunting the Wolf Man.

We are hunting a man in a mask.

That's it!

Horned Wolf.

I put enough lead in this thing.

He's going down.

Whatever it is.

(tense militaristic music)

(Wally belches)

Ugh!

Joe, he's starting to belch!

It's just escaping gas.

(Wally breaks wind)

Oh, God! It's making me ill.

Can we just give it some

antacids or something?

I think he's a bit

past that, don't you?

We could always bury him.

No, we can't. He's evidence.

(suspenseful music)

(Josey grunts)

(menacing, dark music)

(Maiden 2 growls)

You used Wally as bait?

I certainly did.

It was either him or us!

There goes our evidence!

Shhh!

The creature must be close.

It means Josey is too.

And then what?

I don't know.

We take the

shield-maiden hostage,

use her as collateral, okay?

I'm going away.

I'm gonna try and circle

around and flank her.

(suspenseful music)

(Maiden 2 growls)

Great.

Dances with Prunes

is gonna flank her.

(intense music)

Get back to hell, demoness!

(bowstring snaps)

Oh!

Great, great plan, Joe.

(sinister music)

(Maiden 2 growls)

(Maiden 2 shrieks)

k*ll her!

Dammit, Joe!

k*ll her!

(g*n bangs)

(body thuds)

Ah, see there,

a little lead goes

a long way, Joe.

(Hatfield yells)

(Maiden 2 growls)

Stop!

Get it off me! Get it off!

(Joe shouts)

Oh, God!

(Hatfield grunts)

There has gotta be an

explanation for that.

Crystal head...

meth head...

What? Crack head, something.

Whatever.

Help me tie it up.

We'll swap it for Josey.

Why do we gotta tie her up?

Because it's still alive!

Wait, Joe.

I just shot it five times and

kicked the crap out of it!

Look, how many crack

heads do you know

who can get shot five

times in the chest

and forget to bleed?

(tense music)

That's a good point, Joe.

Okay. Come on,

let's go to move on.

He'll have heard them shots.

That was good

sh**ting, by the way.

Well, I wish I could

say the same about yours.

Oh, whatever.

(menacing, dark music)

(Loki growls)

It's okay, babe.

I'm here. I saved you!

(Homer grunts)

Ow!

Whoa, whoa! Hang on, hang on!

Ow!

Ow!

No more! I said stop it!

I told you, I'm

here to save you.

Who the hell are you?

I've been asking myself

that same question as of late.

Ruminating, if you will.

(menacing, dark music)

Oh, no!

(axe whooshes)

You done mess

with the wrong dude!

I really think we should run.

No! Not this time, squirrel.

We will stay!

Hope you're ready for pain!

'Cause this forest has

changed me, molded me!

I've become death!

I read that in a Nat Geo once.

Die, zombie d*ck!

(Homer yells)

(Homer grunts)

Ow, my toe.

(sinister music)

(axe whooshes)

(Homer grunts)

That poor idiot...

(blows thud)

(hypnotic flute music)

(hypnotic flute music continues)

(menacing, dark music)

(Josey's voice

quavers with fear)

Hey!

Want your maiden back?

How about a trade?

(Maiden 2 growls)

(Maiden 2 grunts)

(blows thud)

(Joe screams)

(Loki roars)

Well, that went well.

I thought you said we

were going to trade.

Well, I thought you said

they couldn't be k*lled!

Well, you proved me

wrong, haven't you?

(Loki growls)

I think we can all agree that

this was a terrible mistake.

A tragedy!

(Loki growls)

He's not buying it.

You go save Josey.

I'll just take him to the river.

Good plan.

Oh, and Sheriff!

I was wrong about you.

You are a good man.

(handshake squelches)

Ugh.

Thanks, Joe.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

Josey!

Be careful!

Don't worry.

The sheriff is leading

him towards the river.

Come on now.

Let's get you someplace safe.

I can't, I have

to help the sheriff!

Wait, Josey! It's not safe!

This is your idea, isn't it?

Yes, it is!

(suspenseful music)

(horn blares)

Oh!

A few more b*ll*ts

would've been nice.

(Hatfield grunts)

(Hatfield yells)

(Hatfield sputters)

(Hatfield groans)

(horn blares)

Oh, sh*t!

Come on, you big...

uh...

big...

(hypnotic flute music)

(hypnotic flute music continues)

(Loki growls)

I heard about your

little tricks.

I came prepared.

(Hatfield grunts)

(Hatfield yells)

(blow thuds)

(unsettling music)

(unsettling music continues)

Oh...

no!

(footsteps tap)

(Loki growls)

(menacing, dark music)

(helmet clangs)

(Loki grunts)

(Loki growls)

(blow thuds)

(Josey's voice

quavers with fear)

(suspenseful music)

(Loki growls)

(w*r drum music with chants)

(Loki growls)

(intense music)

(Panther yells)

Screaming Panther!

(Panther yells)

(axe whooshes)

(Panther yells)

(Panther yells)

(blows thud)

(knife whooshes)

(intense music)

(knife slashes)

(knife slashes)

(Panther grunts)

(axes clash)

(knife slashes)

(Panther grunts)

(Panther yells)

(hypnotic flute music)

(hypnotic flute music with

eerie instrumental undertones)

(upbeat country music)

(upbeat country music continues)

(triumphant orchestral music)

(Loki growls)

(body thuds)

(Panther yells)

(majestic cinematic music)

(water murmuring)

(gentle flute music)

(gentle flute music continues)

(gentle flute music continues)

(Josey sighs)

(water rippling)

(haunting flute music)

(haunting flute music continues)

(gentle music)

I thought I'd say hey

to my two favorite people.

[Joe] Really?

Well, let us know

when they get here.

You short on milk?

No, I'm actually doing

pretty good on milk.

Stocked full of it, actually.

And I'm lactose intolerant.

Hm.

What I really

would like to know is

if you'd like to

go out on a date.

Well, you did save the town

from the smelly

dead Scandinavians.

Oh, I had a little help.

Yeah. What am I, chopped wood?

You too, Joe!

I'm off tonight at seven.

Well that's perfect.

I'll see you then.

And don't worry.

Joe, we'll look out

for the Chupacabra!

(Josey giggles)

Don't worry, son,

you'll be fine.

The Spirit moves in all things.

I like that, Joe.

See that, my love, eh?

Love is everywhere.

You used to look

at me like that.

Yes, you did.

(upbeat country music)

Some came to

fight or run away

And lived to stand

again, they say

Hatred and dread and

fear is all around

Still we hear the sound

Men in steel

pound the ground

Still we hear the

sound, pound the ground

(instrumental break)

Out from the mountain

stood a lone little home

And from the dark

night come the day

(mumbles) I have bad news.

(car whooshes by)

It's a nice, quiet

car, don't you think?

They take our love away

They raise their flags

Zombie-k*lling...

(Joe laughs)

They take our love away

Raise their flags

and sail away

Homer, I'm gonna

be watching you!

They say they

came from far away

Across the fields and rivers

Your boom's gonna

start squeaking

like a rusty spring in

a (beep). Oh, bollocks!

Dressed in robes

of precious things

Who knows what

became of those

Who chose to stay

And those of us

who had to go

(Hatfield chuckles)

(both laugh)

(upbeat music)

Why

Ooh

Why

I've got so much

love to give

I've got so much

love to give, baby

Now what do you say

Why don't we spend

a while on it

A little bit of this

Take your time

and let it stew

A little bit of that

Take your time

and let it brew

Let it slowly simmer before

you bring it to a boil

Sprinkle it with sugar,

not to heavy on the oil

A touch of me and you

Bump the heat

but not too far

A little twist of ooh

And a pinch of ooh-la-la

A little bit of this

I'm giving you

the best of me

A little more of that

I'm cookin' up a recipe

A recipe for love

Standing on the crossroads

I've been waiting

to watch you change

Whoa

Bendin' over backwards

I've been hopin'

that we stay the same

Standing on the crossroads

I've been waiting

to watch you change

Whoa

Bendin' over backwards

I've been hopin'

that we stay the same

I've got so much

love to give

I've got so much

more to give, baby

Baby

Now what do you say

Why don't we spend

a while on it

A little dose of you,

then add what's left of me

A whole lot more of lovin'