A Haunted House Page #3

You and the

old lady in the 'cuzzi,

buck naked, right?

Little Black Mamba's

ready to strike.

That camera will

catch all of it.

Nice!

So, all you gotta do,

go upstairs,

clickity-clack

on the computer,

beat off to the highlights.

Yeah.

Holler!

Holler!

Do it.

No.

Holler!

Are you really gonna

make me do this here?

Camera Guys.

Holler!

Got you all tied in.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, just hit

the space bar, the mouse,

you flash from the kitchen.

Mm-hmm?

Entryway.

Backyard.

Living room.

I even tied in the webcam.

Nice.

Yeah.

Oh, I like that.

That's cool.

Here's something

you wanna think about.

You can remote

access these things

from wherever you are.

I can set that up if you want.

Just give me your pass code.

No. Not gonna happen.

Good choice.

Nice try.

But you could set that up

if you want to.

You're out of town

on a business trip,

you might wanna

check up on the missus,

make sure she's safe.

Right.

Or whatever she's doing!

Yeah.

You know,

girls, they like to have

a girls' time when

you're out of town.

And why wouldn't they,

you know?

You don't

expect things like...

You know, she's

spread eagle on the floor,

banging the mailman.

"Special delivery!"

Not on our bed!

You dirty bird!

In front of the dog!

Is he serious?

Oh, the dog's so upset!

I mean, you know,

you're at a security

convention in Albuquerque

screaming at the top of

your lungs at a Quality Inn!

I remember Albuquerque.

You can't scratch your way

through the camera!

Kinda reminds me,

I gotta mail out some bills

before the

end of the month.

Uh, it's okay, man.

It's okay.

Bobby, you better not

be recording.

Uh, Bobby?

Yeah, I got

the whole thing.

Don't do this sh*t

in my house.

It's okay. Okay.

All right. I understand.

Okay.

Why are you installing

all these

security cameras anyway?

Uh, we may have

a burglar.

Or a ghost.

A burglar.

Ghost.

Well, it just so happens

I have my own ghost hunter

reality show.

Do you wanna know

what it's called?

I got one, too.

Wild guess, American Ghost?

Wrong!

Ghost Guys.

It is trademarked,

so don't get

any funny ideas.

I definitely won't.

All right. See ya.

Yeah!

You know they're

shooting porn in there.

Really?

No way he owns it.

Malcolm, what is that?

Well, I paid those

camera guys all this money

and they left a big-ass

blind spot inside the hallway.

So you decided to

break my fan and rig up

this ridiculous camera?

Yep.

Call me "Nigyver."

Wow.

Cool.

All right, baby.

Come on.

All right.

All right.

- I'm so hungry.

- Me, too. Starving.

Okay, Rosa.

We're leaving.

Buenas tardes, senores.

Okay.

It's crazy, right?

These stupid motherfuckers

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