The Wicked One Page #3

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it was so much more fun.

- Mmm.

- I mean, you'd be two or three miles

away from the house.

No curfew.

One rule.

Light wasn't on,

you ain't getting no candy.

Those were the houses

that got egged and T.P.'d.

Well, see,

we all have fond memories

of Halloween as a kid.

And that's what

Wicked Fest is doing.

They're just trying

to stay true to...

the meaning, in our

opinion, of Halloween.

All the fun and...

there's music,

there's entertainment,

there's liquor.

Ooh, I like liquor.

It's a blast, you guys are

gonna have a good time.

- Sold.

- There's no clowns though, right?

I cannot stand

clowns or carnivals.

Seriously, they smell

like old cheese.

And you remember

that sawdust stuff

they used to clean up

the puke with

- at elementary school?

- Eating!

- Sorry.

- No, it's not a carnival.

You're good.

- Well, maybe...

- Sounds good.

...we can find Awkward Annie

right here a man.

(chuckling)

Ooh.

Nice.

As long as he's nothing

like you, Quinton,

then I'm all for it.

- Score, ouch.

- (buzzing)

- Nice one.

- Thank you very much.

I'm gonna get up.

What do you want?

(man)

Well, hey to you too, sis.

What is it, Trevor?

You sound busy.

Too busy to talk

to your own brother?

Maybe... you only call me

when you want me

to get you out of

trouble or something,

so is that

this kind of call or what?

(chuckling) ...it's funny

you should mention that.

(sighing)

(engine starting)

Hey, you okay?

Not really.

Who was that

on the phone?

My brother.

He's stranded and needs

somebody to pick him up.

Oh, I see.

I'm so sick

of my brother's sh*t.

So, are we gonna

pick him up?

I'm not keen on the idea.

We both know

his track record.

I don't wanna risk him

ruining this trip.

Oh, God, you think we should

pick him up, don't you?

I didn't say that,

I was just,

you know, thinking...

he is your brother.

I haven't forgot that.

But I also haven't forgotten

all the trouble he's caused.

I've bailed him

out of jail,

what, three times

in the last two years?

Yeah, I know,

I know, it's...

He's family.

I mean, if he doesn't have

you, who else does he have?

You know,

he doesn't even like you.

Remember?

He stole your car

and wrecked it

two years ago?

Yeah, I remember

the car stunt.

Even still, if...

you wanna pick him up,

then so do I.

This weekend's

all about us.

(both chuckling)

How did I get so lucky to get

such a great guy like you?

Mmm, I believe it was

those black-lace thongs

- you wore that one time.

- Shut up!

(laughing)

I'm not lying.

Yo! Let's get the f***ing

road on the show.

- Come on!

- Let's go, guys!

How are we supposed

to even find him anyway?

Oh, the smell of cheap

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