Fred 2: Night of the Living Fred Page #7

I mean, the kid sucks the life out of you.

I mean, you know.

You're with kids every day...

And a side of fries.

Actually, they make me feel young.

I guess I suck the life

out of those kids, huh?

They need to order.

So, how does it taste?

Like a sock.

But is it good?

For a sock.

Well, what did I tell you?

I can make anything taste good.

Fred! Fred.

They're leaving, we gotta go.

- What did you hear?

- Well, I...

I think he said

he's gonna suck the life out of the kids.

- Are you serious?

- Come on.

- He is a bad tipper.

- I should get some of that.

There's hardly any here.

I'm responsible for cooking my mom's fish.

You deep fried a sock.

While supervising

the grilling of my mom's fish.

Fine! Here.

Thank you.

Now, how are we gonna get home

before they do?

The back way.

I never should have eaten

that brownie la mode.

- I'm trying to keep my girlish figure.

- I admire a woman with a hearty appetite.

You're too kind.

- Come on, almost there.

- You know, I'm not that heavy.

And stop.

All right, I'm gonna park

the Fred cycle here overnight, okay?

Aren't you worried people will talk?

About what?

About your bike

being parked in my driveway.

What would they say?

Never mind.

- Get going, just go, go.

- Okay, bye.

Well, I had a lovely time.

Do you wanna come in

for a cup of coffee, tea, me?

Just kidding.

Well, Hilda,

I have some things to do tonight,

and tomorrow, it's off to work.

Right, of course.

Good night.

Good night, sweet prince.

Freddie,

what are you doing?

I'm just reading about 99 ways

to please your man.

Seems like a lot.

Anyways, how was your date?

It was wonderful.

What a gentleman he is.

He paid for my dinner, Freddie.

I don't deserve him and yet I do.

What are you doing?

Just making sure he didn't leave any marks.

He's a nice man, Freddie.

He's very interested in you.

Me? He asked questions about me?

Yes!

You didn't answer them, did you?

Yes, I lied and said that you were sane!

Good night.

Hey, how was the fish?

Horrible.

I just ordered it to be ladylike.

Wait, how did you know that I ordered fish?

I have mental tilapia.

Good night.

I've really got to keep any eye

on that Devlin guy.

My mom, she told me he's interested in me.

I guess he's been asking

questions about me and stuff.

But anyway, I read online,

vampires, they do all of their dirty work

in the nighttime.

So this is the only time of the day that

I'm gonna be able to catch him in the act.

Is that Mrs. Felson's jacket?

Gammit!

He saw me! I gotta get out of here.

Dad! I need your help.

Well, that's no coincidence, Son,

because I need your help.

- Really?

- Yes.

We gotta face this enemy together. Let's go!

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