Adventures in Babysitting Page #4

and the sound keeps getting louder.

Scrape, scrape, scrape.

The babysitter stops at the kids' room.

She reaches for the doorknob.

Her hand is trembling,

her heart is beating fast.

Sweat pours down her face.

She opens the door... (GASPS)

And the kids are safely in their beds.

(SIGHS WITH RELIEF)

I'd like to be safely in her bed.

- What are you guys doing back there?

- Uh. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Nothing. Really.

That was my dad's, stupid.

You shouldn't have

brought it along, stupid. God!

- So what happens?

- Okay.

But when the babysitter looks more

closely at the kids, she sees that

- they don't have any faces!

- Oh, my God!

- It's just a pool of mushy goo.

- Like SpaghettiOs?

- SpaghettiOs with meat.

- Yuck!

The babysitter screams

and turns to run,

but there's this big, giant hairy guy

standing right in front of her.

He raises his right arm,

but there's a big metal hook

instead of a hand.

And the hook goes for her face.

- Scrape, scrape, scrape!

- (SCREAMING)

- Oh, no!

- All right!

- You got a flat. Pull over.

- This is great.

To the right, go to the right.

- Slowly. Take it easy.

- This is not funny.

BRAD:
Hold it steady.

- Go slow. Pull over.

- I'm pulling over.

This is great.

(SARA GIGGLING)

(LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

Uh...

- Where's the spare?

- I don't know.

Maybe it's on the car.

You think?

Okay. We are going to flag somebody

down and we'll go buy a tire.

I've got my checkbook.

My purse.

Oh, sh*t. I forgot my purse.

I don't have any money.

- I don't have my license.

- Did you forget your purse?

Yes, you little a**hole.

- She's great.

- Wait, I got some money.

- Here.

- What, 50 cents?

You don't have any money.

You're a kid, for Christ's sake.

Yeah, she's right.

You're a kid, for Christ's sake.

- You don't have any money.

- Why don't you take a walk over there?

Everybody stay behind me.

(WHISTLING)

You kids having some trouble?

You got a spare?

- No.

- Sara!

(CHUCKLING)

You went on the expressway

without a spare?

- We're history.

- Ancient history.

(ALL SCREAMING)

Just relax. Stay calm. Don't panic.

- What do you want?

- Just want to help you.

Don't listen to him.

He just wants to scrape our faces off.

- What, are you scared of this?

- (ALL WHIMPER)

You kids must be from the suburbs.

I suddenly feel like a total idiot.

Just stay here, okay? I'll be right back.

Listen, I'm really sorry

for freaking out back there.

- I guess we just overreacted.

- That's okay. I'm used to it.

Listen, I appreciate this,

but we don't have any money.

I'm stuck babysitting

for these kids, and...

I'm not supposed to be taking them

into the city like this. I'm just not.

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