Monster House Page #2

You're so close!

Nebbercracker:
What have you done?

Chowder:
Just nudge it over here!

DJ:
I'm so sorry. Oh, I'm so, so, so sorry. I didn't mean--

Nebbercracker:
You are dead!

Chowder:
DJ, come on, come on!

DJ:
Chowder!

Chowder:
Come on, DJ!

DJ:
Help! Chowder!

Chowder:
Help! Help!

Nebbercracker:
You think you can just terrorize my lawn?

DJ:
No, I'm sorry!

Nebbercracker:
You wanna be a dead person?

DJ:
No. I love life!

Nebbercracker:
This place is not a playground for children!

DJ:
Got it from now on!

Nebbercracker:
This is my house! Why can't you respect that?! Why can't you just stay away from--?

The Key

[Inside the house, flames spark up and whoosh to life from within the chimney where smoke rises up as an ambulance siren is heard outside. On the lawn, DJ and Chowder watch as two paramedics strap the unconscious Nebbercracker to a stretcher and wheel him towards the ambulance. The grass strokes his finger as he goes. DJ notices a golden glow coming from the lawn; as Chowder walks away towards the ambulance, DJ approaches a golden key laying in the grass and picks it up. All of a sudden, the stretcher gets stuck; the grass has tangled around one of the wheels. The paramedics struggle to get the stretcher free.]

Paramedic #1:
Push! [they strain with all their might and pull the stretcher free from the grass; the one wheel that got stuck is pulled down into the grass]

Chowder:
[watching as the paramedics load the stretcher with Nebbercracker on it into the ambulance] Whoa. [A shocked DJ looks at Chowder as he stands there smiling and shakes his head. He steps behind the ambulance, looking at Nebbercracker through the back window as the ambulance silently drives away, then looks at Chowder again.] No siren. Never a good sign.

DJ:
[stepping next to Chowder and glancing at Nebbercracker's house, where the shades on the second-floor windows are wide open; the house is seemingly looking at them, as one of the windows starts to crack] I'm a murderer.

Chowder:
No, you're not.

DJ:
I'm not?

Chowder:
When it's an accident, they call it manslaughter.

DJ:
I think I'm gonna throw up. Great. Babysitter's here.

Chowder:
[running off to go home]See you, DJ!

DJ:
Perfect.

Zee:
Hey, DJ, I just saw an ambulance. Did I miss anything interesting? [DJ enters the house as she follows] Hello?

DJ:
Elizabeth... can I talk to you about something?

Zee:
Oh, yeah, of course you can,

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