Voices from the Graves

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- Hey, hello there.

- Howdy.

- Did we miss anything?

- Nope, you're just in time.

- Stay away!

God.

Why?

God, why?

- Sorry, partner.

Nothing personal.

- Is it on?

- Relax, we're

rolling geek girl.

- You should talk.

You got me into this stuff.

- Oh, always a follower,

never a leader.

Pick of the week?

- "mischief night."

Jenny fields fights

Jack and Jill,

A supernatural goth duo.

As her friends die off

the town wonders,

"is Jenny the murderer?"

- You secretly wanna

be a monster hunter.

- Doesn't everybody...

what's your pick?

Come on, what's yours?

- All right...

come on.

"lady death..."

she kicks ass.

- She'll poke your eye

out with those boobs.

- Jealous?

Come on give me the Cam.

- Well, this is it,

the last hoorah

Of Megan and Abby Graves.

Meg's going to New York City

to become a marketing drone.

Bitch is abandoning me.

Nothing's gonna

be the same again.

- Don't say that.

- It's true.

You're breaking up the team.

What am I gonna do without you?

- I don't know.

You're hopeless.

- Hmm.

- Okay, see you next week.

Hey, you two coming

down on Saturday?

We're having a back issue sale.

- Can't, we're off to the

wilds of Arizona

To find the

"world's largest thermometer."

My life won't be

complete without it.

- Cool, cool.

- Do you see what

I have to endure?

- There you go.

- Dude, mom is gonna murder

you when she finds out.

- If mom finds out, I'll hunt

you down and kill you.

- Ladies and gentlemen, allow

me to introduce to you

The greatest power punk band

on the planet, calgary.

- Come on.

What's up?

- Dude, no means no.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Kinda busy here.

- Yeah?

Busy find in your dick.

What's up with these morons?

- That's what I have you for.

This blows, Meg.

Why couldn't you

just work in Phoenix?

I love you.

And I miss you already.

And I know you're gonna

just kick ass in New York.

They don't stand a

chance against you.

I mean, who does?

- Can you please turn

that music off?

- I'll tell you what...

when you can kick ny ass,

You can change my tunes.

- Oh, great...

whatever.

Hey, look...

is that a vulture?

- The harbinger of doom.

- Great.

- No, it's not a vulture,

it's a hawk.

- Cool.

We could be at the

back issue sale.

But, no, you gotta

be adventure girl.

- I have the cutest toes

in the whole family.

- Oh.

Map quest us.

- I'm video recording.

- Map quest us.

- I will when I'm done.

- Abby.

- All right, where we at?

- Thirty Miles South of the 58.

- Yeah, we're out there.

- Do I have to do

everything myself?

- What?

- We have no service...

there is like zero bars.

- You know you're a sadist.

You're gonna miss

me, aren't ya?

- Oh, you wish.

You see any signs?

- None.

- Um, turn around.

- Stay away from me!

- The awesome day of the

Lord's judgment has come.

He is an angry God and he

never lets the guilty

Go unpunished.

Save, Jesus!

- Whoa, creepy.

- We're out there.

- Look, civilization.

- Good, I hope they

have "hot topics."

- I want food.

- I am starving.

If we get food poisoning,

it's your fault.

- Everything's my fault.

This is the heartland,

the salt of the earth.

- Peculiar.

- You're a couch potato.

- Hey, ladies, try the burgers,

they're killer.

- Check him out.

- Cute guy.

- Howdy, girls.

You have a seat

wherever you like.

- Smells great.

See?

- So, where you all from?

- Phoenix.

- Scottsdale, actually.

- What brings you

Around these parts?

- My sister thinks I need

to get out in the world.

- We're lost.

We're looking for the

"world's largest thermometer."

- Fifty Miles off at least.

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