Lights, Camera, Creeper: Making 'Jeepers Creepers 2'

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Billy?|Get number three up now.

And don't come in to eat|before you do.

And check the other two!

Make sure they're wired up good!

I don't want 'em blowing over|again at the first big wind.

Lot of good they're doing.

Billy, you been messing|with the post-puncher?

No!

I told you what would happen...

if you screw around|with this thing.

I said I didn't!

"l don't want 'em|blowin' down again."

Big wind, my ass.

You're the only big wind|out here.

Jacky!

You been messing with the damn|post-puncher again, huh?

No.

Billy, you little a**hole!

Why don't you rat yourself out|for a change?

-What did I do?|-You little butt sniff!

I ought to come out there|and kick your ass!

You wish!

Yeah, go on, Mac. Go bite him|in the ass for me, Mackie boy.

God, would you shut up?

Jacky!

Jacky!

Jacky!

Jacky!

-What?|-I don't know.

What?

Help!

Billy!

Help! Help!

Where are you? Billy!

Daddy!

Billy!

Let go! Help me, dad!

-Billy!|-Help! Help! Help!

-Billy!|-Help! Dad! Help me!

Billy!

Stop it! Let go!

-Billy!|-Daddy!

Billy!

Help!

Bannon Bantams! Bannon Bantams!

-Go!|-Louder!

-Go!|-Louder!

Go Bantams! Yeah! Whoo! Yeah!

Tough as nails, hard as rocks!

We are Bannon's fighting c*cks!

Fighting Bantams,|tough as nails!

Bow down now or kiss our tails!

Out for blood,|we're lean and mean!

Bannon County's death machine!

Bannon Bantams! Bannon Bantams!

Go Bantams!

Bannon Bantams, power and might!

Bannon Bantams,|fight, fight, fight!

Incoming!

Bannon Bantams, we're the word!

You don't mess|with a mighty bird!

Down the court|we'll clean your clock!

Better not mess|with the fighting cock!

Bannon Bantams, Bannon Bantams!

Go Bantams!

Bannon Bantams, wings of steel!

Bannon Bantams,|kill, kill, kill!

Who was that? Don't even ask!

Big bad Bantams kick your ass!

Bannon Bantams, Bannon Bantams!

Go Bantams!

Go!

Go Bantams!

We are the champs!|We are the champs!

Tough as nails, hard as rocks!|We are Bannon's fighting c*cks!

How long can they keep this up?

Forever. They have a fight song|with the word "cock" in it.

Why aren't you sitting|with your honey?

Bannon County's death machine!

Someone should tell him he just|won the state championship.

I have a feeling|he didn't get to play enough.

Well, shouldn't you be|sitting with him?

After a game, he says|he needs to be with the guys.

You'd kill|his post-game bus high.

Basically. If they lose,|it's a totally different thing.

Can't pry him off me.

Sh*t.

OK, everybody sit down.|Sit tight.

Son of a b*tch!

What in the hell|would you call that?

I don't know,|but whatever it is...

it's sharp as a son of a b*tch.

What in the hell|are we looking at?

Sharp enough to flatten a tire,|whatever it is.

You know how thick|that rubber is?

Have to be shot into it|like a bullet.

Jesus Christ! The damn thing|has got teeth in it!

They can't just whip the jack|out and pump this mother up?

The driver can't change a flat|on a bus.

-They need a mechanic.|-So?

So, do you see|any mechanics around here?

You sucked so bad today,|Deaundre...

they're probably saying|you gotta change the flat.

...where she'll|give us the latest update...

-lzzy!|-on a continuing story...

we call|"The Horror in Poho County."

Hey, Poho update!

Well, Peter,|the fire which gutted...

an old church south|of Pertwilla four days ago...

continues to offer up|a gruesome bounty.

County sheriffs|excavating the charred ruins...

say the body count is now up|well past three hundred.

County coroners|say the bodies were found...

stitched to each other...

covering the basement's|walls and ceiling.

One on-the-scene witness|called it...

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