Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey Page #3

you're doing this...

...we, we...

We love you.

We love you.

Fags!

Catch you later, Bill and Ted!

Yes! I totally loogied on that

good dead me!

- We're fully, full-on evil robots.

- Yeah!

- You wanna take the van?

- No, it's beat.

There's a Porsche.

Let's bag it.

Station.

Bill...

...what happened?

Ted...

...we're dead, dude.

- No way.

- Yes way.

Look.

Now what?

Who's that?

Who are you?

Ted...

...it's the Grim Reaper, dude.

How's it hanging, Death?

You will come with me.

We can't.

We gotta get back to the babes.

Ted, we can't. We're dead, dude.

We gotta stop these evil "usses."

We gotta try.

Excuse us, dude,

but is there any way back?

You may challenge me to a contest.

But if you lose...

...you will remain here

in the afterlife...

...forever.

What if we win?

No one has ever won.

- Dude, we gotta ditch this guy.

- Definitely.

But how?

Melvin.

Excuse us, dude...

...but your shoes are untied.

I can't believe

we just melvined Death.

Let's hope he doesn't

catch up with us.

No way!

This isn't funny.

Way to go, Joanna!

I don't understand

what's come over you two.

You see, we used to be puss-weeds,

but now we're metal.

So get over here and put out!

You can forget

about us playing tonight.

Fine.

Then I guess that's that.

Yeah, see you.

Catch you later, babes!

Ted, I have an idea.

Tonight after we make

De Nomolos' speech...

...let's waste them.

Station. Meanwhile, let's trash

this lame rathole.

Stellar, Evil Ted!

- Ted, we have got to stop them.

- Yeah. But how?

I hope this works.

It worked in The Exorcist.

I and III!

You'll move downtown so DeLoach

can take her maternity leave.

Also, anyone interested

in moonlighting...

...we're stepping up security

for the Battle of the Bands.

I hear your son's band is playing.

Thanks for reminding me, sergeant.

Also, Scott Frank...

- So, how do we do this?

- I don't know.

Why don't you try something?

Okay.

Okay, dudes.

I mean, fellow policemen...

...my son, Ted "Theodore" Logan...

...and his friend

Bill Preston, Esquire...

...have been murdered and replaced

by evil robots from the future.

You totally did it, dude!

I totally possessed my dad.

Okay.

You have to arrest these robots

so they don't ruin everything for us.

I mean, my son and Bill.

And, most importantly,

they don't hurt the babes.

The princesses.

This isn't working.

- Back me up, dude.

- You got it, dude.

I totally believe you, dude.

- Doughnuts!

- Excellent!

Savory cruller.

- I got really hungry being dead.

- Yeah!

I don't think they believe us.

We have to find someone who will.

Catch you later, cop dudes!

Ted, we can't go like this.

Thanks, Dad.

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