Children of the Corn V: Fields of Terror Page #2

Has a bunch of adopted kids

workin' the farm for him.

They're all religious fanatics.

They worship some fella

they call...

He Who Walks Beyond the Clouds,

or somethin'like that.

Wait a minute.

You mean, "He Who Walks

Behind the Rows"?

Yeah! That's it.

What a nutty bunch of fruitcakes.

What'd we miss?

Nothing. Let's go.

What's the rush?

I haven't had a sip of my beer yet.

Let's go.

Alison, what's got into you?

- Yeah, and where the hell are you going?

- I'm going home.

- What about Lazlo and Charlotte?

- They were supposed to be ahead of us.

- We're probably in the wrong place.

- Evening, folks.

You people

look a little lost.

No, we're not lost.

Just stupid.

We drove our car into a ditch

just outside of town.

Sorry. I can't

help you there.

Our tow truck

is getting rebuilt.

[Greg]

Yeah. We heard all about it.

We were supposed to meet some

friends here, but they never showed.

So what kind of a vehicle

are they driving?

- Uh, it's a blue Pontiac Bonneville.

- No, I'm sorry.

Haven't seen anything

around here like that.

Well, is there like a bus or something

that we can take back into town?

Yeah. Back at the, uh,

highway junction.

Twice a day...

8:
00 a.m., 8:00 p.m.

If you run, you can

just about make it.

Thanks.

Thank you, sir.

Oh! You guys,

I'm in heels!

[All]

Wait! Wait! Come back!

- Hey!

- Now what?

[Sighs]

I don't know.

I got some blankets and stuff back

in the car. We can sleep there tonight.

What about those kids?

It'll be dark.

They won't even know we're there.

Oh, man.

[Greg]

Look... my car!

That's my car!

No! No!

No, no, no!

[Sobbing]

No!

It's not that great

of a car, Greg.

I'm freezing.

I think I saw a house

down the road.

Maybe there's a phone

we can use.

Looks deserted.

It's probably one of them

farm repos, you know?

Pretty soon,

this whole place...

is gonna be

an industrial park.

Hello!

Anybody home?

Nobody's here.

I say we stay here

for the night,

catch the bus

in the morning.

Sold!

This place hasn't

been empty that long.

Dead.

Yeah, well, I'm hypogylcemic,

and I need to eat something now.

Well, got running water.

Must be tapped into a spring.

You guys won't believe it.

The beds upstairs are fully made,

with sheets and everything.

Like a roadside inn, huh?

- [Squeaking]

- [Screaming]

- [Moaning]

- God! Are you okay?

Oh, my God!

That was disgusting!

- Yeah, a roadside inn with giant rats.

- Ugh!

Well, we got pickles,

beans, fruit cocktail...

Ooh! With the little

Maraschino cherries?

God, I love those.

What's that?

Mmm! Smeat!

Hey, guys, look what

I found in the basement.

It's even kind of cold.

- [Greg] To Kurt.

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