The Slumber Party Massacre Page #2

Russ Thorn, is the subject of a...

Oh, hi, Rachel!

- What are you doing?

- I was just putting in your peephole.

Thanks. Did the telephone

repairman come by today?

- Yeah, I saw his van across the street.

- You haven't seen my cat around, have you?

Not all day.

By the way, your bookshelves'll

be ready next Tuesday.

- Thanks, Pam.

- Sure.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Diane, what's happening?

- Well...

Okay.

But you know Mom's gonna be real

bummed if you bring him in the house.

Just a sec.

I think someone's

here, I gotta go.

Trish, my god, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

The door was open and I didn't see you

anywhere. I got worried, so I came in.

I was just checking the house out.

I'm okay, I guess being alone had

me more spooked than I realized.

Look, why don't you just come

in and sit down for a second?

I'm okay.

No, come on in. I'll stay with

you until your friends get here.

Thanks.

Oh, kitty! Muffin, I'm sorry.

Oh, Muffin. Kitty?

Here, kitty. Muffin.

Oh, yes. It's okay.

- Let's go by and scare the girls tonight.

- But we're not invited.

Just a baby scare. I mean,

you know girls love to scream.

I don't know.

What's the worst that can happen?

I mean, so they get mad at us.

- They could beat the sh*t out of us.

- Like they did in the f***ing gym.

Three times.

That's them now.

Go ahead and finish your coffee.

- Who is it?

- We're here for the orgy.

Open the door, let us in. Hurry!

Look what I scored from my older

brother. And that ain't the half of it.

Gee, that's swell. Soda pop.

What's the matter with you?

Cast your eyes on this.

Maui Wowie, 100% seedless

primed bud. Oh, hi, Mr. Contant.

I was just leaving.

Trish, I won't tell if you don't let your

parents know I scared you to death, okay?

- Hey, go easy on the Maui Wowie.

- For sure, Mr. Contant.

And if you need me

I'm right next door.

- Thanks.

- Good night.

- Big doings next door, I see.

- It's none of our business.

How come you weren't

invited to the party?

I was. I just turned them down so I could

take care of my darling little sister.

Like hell.

As the famous Jim

Jones once said...

Shut up and drink your Kool-Aid.

Hello?

Yeah, hold on. It's some boy.

Hello?

Hi, Gordon.

Quit glommin' all the chips.

This is the best time to do it, before

Diane gets here and eats them all.

Quit glommin' the joint.

- What does that guy see in her, anyway?

- She's beautiful.

I think she has a big mouth.

Hey, it's not how big your mouth is.

It's what's in it that counts.

What I don't see is what

she sees in John Minor.

Maybe it's what we don't see.

Hey, it's not how big

it is, remember?

It's what's in it that counts.

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