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Oh, Elliot, it will be wonderful.

You and me, in the woods.

This time, we'll be able

to be together for sure.

And my boys?

If you bring them,

I never wanna see you again.

OK. I'm going now and I'll tell them.

I'll see you tomorrow morning?

- At eight on the dot.

- OK.

- Elliot?

- Yeah.

- Alone?

- Of course.

I'll see you tomorrow morning.

Finally!

Please don't do this, Holly.

We could have waited

another 15 minutes.

I'm sure he would've come.

We left at 9.30,

an hour and a half off schedule.

- We never saw a sign of your beau.

- Elliot's not my beau.

He's my boyfriend.

He told me last night that he loves me

and that he wanted to come

with my family.

- Evidently he preferred his friends to you.

- That's not true.

Yes, it is. Listen to reason.

Elliot is a good-for-nothing.

Stop it, both of you.

I have no intention of having

my vacation ruined just for this.

I never liked that kid. I never did.

I'm the one who has to like him, Dad.

Me, alone.

Stop it, please!

Joshua, start singing. Come on.

Sing that song I like so much.

- I don't feel like singing, Mom.

- Just sing.

Row, row, row your boat

gently down the stream

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

life is but a dream

Row, row, row your boat

gently down the stream

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

life is but a dream

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

life is but a dream

Where the hell is Nilbog?

It's not even marked on the map.

It's gotta be there somewhere.

Just look closer, dudes.

Here it is, but it's just a speck.

- Sure it's full of beautiful girls?

- Lots of 'em. Pretty and unattached.

Oh, yeah!

Whoo!

I don't feel good.

Stop the car, Dad. I'm sick!

You stuffed yourself like a pig, Joshua!

I'd really love to see you get sick!

You ate too much.

Dad, stop the car.

Joshua's ready to be eaten!

(growling)

- No! Don't eat me!

- Joshua!

Was I dreaming?

Who wanted to eat you, little brother?

Nobody.

We're only a few miles away, Josh.

Speaking of eating,

do you want some, Joshua?

No, thanks.

- Stop the car, Daddy. Stop!

- What's wrong, Josh?

- Do you have to throw up?

- Yes. I have to throw up.

- What are you doing here, Grandpa?

- What are all of you doing here?

- You have to make them go back.

- Why?

You're getting yourselves into big trouble.

This is a bad place, little one.

It even gives me the creeps.

Can't you tell me more, Grandpa?

What are you doing, Joshua?

So how about it?

Are you gonna give me a ride or not?

Get in the car, Joshua. Come on! Hurry!

Come on! Get in!

Holly!

Come on! Holly! Quick!

- That was them, right?

- Yeah, right. She just...

- Why didn't Holly stop them?

- I don't think this was a good idea.

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