Attack of the Southern Fried Zombies

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[car alarm blaring]

[man, over headset]

We're about to put Quadoxin,

riverside test field drop.

Mike, Whiskey, 31-Niner-84.

Matt, beer me.

[airplane engine rumbling]

Damn, Lonnie's spraying crops

kinda early.

I mean, Tom... seeing this.

Crazy, Robbie,

he can't see sh*t.

Yo!

Your hot sister's in town?

This better be worth it, Robbie.

I'm kinda partied out, man.

First day of the festival.

Gotta keep the party going.

Yo. What's in that pipe?

[goats bleating]

There it is.

Stay close.

You sure

old Creighton's got pot?

That's the same stuff

y'all were smoking last night.

So, yeah, I'm pretty sure.

All we gotta do is get inside

and take it.

[bleats]

Check the windows,

see if he's inside.

Hey, yo, I think

I see Creighton.

- I see a hand.

- Hey, Creighton!

Wake up, old man!

Let's so some business!

Must be piss drunk

and blacked out.

The hand ain't moving.

Asher, don't bother.

Matt, step back.

[bleats]

Dude, you didn't even

break the door frame.

I'm impressed.

Saw a dude on YouTube.

The trick is to kick right next

to the lock with exquisite force.

Creighton.

Hey, Creighton?

Wake up, you goat f***er.

- What's that?

- Nice.

Damn, he don't

look good at all.

[Robbie]

We got what we came for.

Let's split before

he wakes up.

He's dead.

Holy sh*t, man!

Holy sh*t!

Yeah. Yeah, man, he's dead.

He ain't breathing.

[growling, screaming]

Get off!

- Damn it!

- Come on, man. Get up.

[whimpering]

- Let's get out!

- [groans]

[growling]

Come on, go!

[Creighton growling]

[grunting, snorting]

[saw buzzing]

It's a beautiful day, Mr. Mayor.

It is indeed a beautiful day,

Ellie.

Will you be taking lunch?

Perhaps Mi Casa Su Casa?

Jiffy's? Mama Lou's?

Oh, Beau Clair's will do it.

Always does.

Beau Clair's it is, then.

After that, we're gonna check out

the blues music festival grounds

for the gala opening

this afternoon.

The blues festival

sure crept up fast, sir.

It certainly has, Ellie.

The grounds crew ought to be

done setting up the stage

or they're gonna get themselves

an ass full of Italian leather.

I'm not about to give a speech

where I can't be heard.

Let's get out of here.

[engine roaring]

How's today's run

with our new mix, Lonnie?

No problems to report,

Dr. Fukushima.

The mix isn't clogging up

the nozzles anymore.

We got a good drop.

Excellent.

We appreciate your help

in our field research, Lonnie.

Dr. Klein?

[German accent] Yeah, we'll

have a new application area

ready within the week.

Probably the northeast

coordinates.

So, shall we say Monday?

That's fine, fine.

How much longer you think this is

gonna keep going? The work, I mean.

We've permission from the mayor's

office to run tests for another month.

We'd like to try different

variations of the mix.

But after today's drop,

we need to begin

collecting field samples.

This is a big deal

for us, Lonnie.

A very big deal.

It could transform the South.

Eradication of an invasive

species benefits the region.

It might even bring back entire

groves of Quercus virginiana.

Kweerkos what?

Southern live oak.

It's a true part

of Southern heritage.

The funny thing is,

truth be told,

we're used to kudzu

around here.

The goats love it.

Heck, we even cook

with it.

So, you have the rest of

the week off

- before we begin again.

- Great.

I'll be helping my uncle

get his meat pies going

for the Mose Allison

Blues Festival.

You two should drop by.

Unfortunately, Lonnie,

it's all work and no play

for us.

Making us a pair of dull

scientists, indeed, I'm afraid.

Well, okay, then.

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