Critters Page #4

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Something meaner than hell.

Jeff, come in, Jeff.

Over.

This is Alpha Tango Delta

calling GXP

Come in.

Over.

Come on, will you quit fooling

around and answer me? Over.

All right, I'm sorry

about the donuts and coffee.

Maybe another time, but tonight

I have to wash my hair.

Over.

Come on, Jeff.

I've been getting all sorts of calls

about UFOs in the area.

Carla Emmons swears

one nearly ran into her house

and then went flying off.

I think she's been dipping

in the cooking sherry again.

Anyway, she wants you to get

over there right away. Over.

I am starting to lose

my patience, Jeff.

If you are sleeping on

the job again, I am not going...

I can't feel that.

Hey, careful, boy.

That's some kind

of poison.

That's better, babe.

I'm beginning to get

the feeling back.

I'll get it.

Steve!

Steve!

Who's that?

April!

April?

Brad!

April?

Brad! Brad, help!

Hurry up!

Do something, Brad!

Brad!

Brad!

- Brad!

- Mom!

- What? What are you...

- Steve's dead!

Charlie?

- Call Harv.

- What for?

Call Harv.

Call.

Call the army.

They're here.

- Who?

- Who?!

Them!

My teeth.

Sally, call Harv, please?

Charlie...

I want to go home.

Okay.

Just... where is he?

Might be

at the bowling alley.

Okay, good, good.

I'll get Harv.

- You call the army.

- Okay.

Thank you, Ms. Grubner.

Tonight...

I would like to read to you

from the book of Genesis.

Chapter 19...

which, as most of you know,

is the story

of Sodom and Gomorrah.

Obviously, some

of our citizens are...

We're here for the Crites.

The county is going

to pay for this, Jeff.

Jeff?

Jeff?

Jeff Barnes?

Jay.

Jay, what are you doing?

Maybe we ought to just

stay put.

They haven't gotten

into the house yet.

They will.

We could board up the place.

We could make it stronger.

Helen, these things

are vicious.

They've cut out our phone,

they've cut out our power.

You understand

what that means?

It's just a matter of time

until they get in here.

Yeah, but we should

just stay here.

No, we can't wait.

Wait up, Brad.

All right, Jay,

I've got her.

Okay, let's go.

Stay together.

I'm going to drive, Jay.

Okay, baby.

Come on.

Oh my God, Jay.

- Oh, Mom.

- What the hell are those things?

They're from outer space,

like Charlie says.

Bradley.

Maybe they're some government

experiment gone haywire.

They used to be gophers,

but got zapped by some radioactive...

- Bradley!

- What are we going to do now?

Steve's keys.

Oh God.

Wait!

Stay together.

Come on, come on.

Go on!

They're getting bigger!

Come on, faster!

Faster!

It's locked!

Come on!

Go! Get in!

Jay!

Brad!

Get him up to the door.

Get your feet up, Jay!

Mom, shoot!

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