The Slumber Party Massacre Page #5

- Me, bimbo.

Okay, let's go.

God, it's dark.

Where is it?

It's right over here in the

corner. Come on, Kim.

- Is that it?

- I think so. Yeah, this is it.

- Hold the beam steady, your hand's shaking.

- It is not.

Grow up, you guys.

That's weird. None of the fuses are

blown but some are missing.

- Holy sh*t.

- Terriffic.

Jeff!

- Hey, don't kill me. I give up.

- Here are the fuses.

- Wow, can't you guys take a joke?

- How did you get out of the third grade?

I can't believe you two.

- Look, this was all his idea.

- Oh, sure.

I'll kill you guys.

Get outta here.

Not again!

Courtney!

Get off me, you creep!

Are you crazy? You could have

hurt me with that knife!

Not really, it's very dull. Besides, you

deserve it after what you said to me.

I apologize, okay?

You have to admit I had

you really scared.

- I admit it.

- You won't tell mom, will you?

Kid, you're a case!

- Hi, gorgeous.

- So let's go.

I can't go right now. We'll work something

out. Why don't you come into the garage?

Okay.

You mess up my hair and

you're dead meat, Val.

Don't worry about it.

Do you think I'll

ever be beautiful?

I don't know. Look at me.

No, not a chance.

Not if I have the same genes

as you, anyway. What's this?

What?

You're just a pest

today, aren't you?

You weren't invited to

the party, were you?

Don't put on so much eye shadow.

It's already way too heavy.

Do you think there

are boys over there?

Yeah, there's always boys

around Trish and Diane.

Well, let's crash the party.

Why don't we change your hairstyle?

This one's not working.

Anything is okay with me.

We can try the Brook Shields look.

You know, the frizz look?

Just make me look like you.

So Zachary at least made it to

the fourth inning, with no runs.

The first bad starter past

the third in this series.

Then Darrel Thomas doubled,

and Dusty Baker doubled him in.

- So much for Zachary.

- I think you're gonna have a shiner, Jeff.

How are you going to

explain it to your mother?

Aren't you supposed to

put something on it?

- Have you got a steak?

- I'll go check and see.

- So then Cey Homer...

- So far we're agreed.

I don't have a steak.

What else can we use?

No, we can't. Not here.

No one can see us.

The girls could walk

in here at any second.

It's been like Grand

Central Station all night.

Come on, baby.

You're driving me crazy.

I can't do it.

Then come on over to my place.

My parents won't be home for hours.

The girls would kill me.

Trish is very understanding.

Hold on, I'll be right back.

Come on and try it!

That's ridiculous! Nobody puts

a hot dog on a black eye.

Don't be so self-conscious.

Hi, Diane.

Hi.

- What are you making?

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