The Grand Finale (part 3)
When last we left Iloz Zoc, Steve Brown, and Glenor Glenda, they were waiting for a chance to rescue Zombos from the Shudderites, those dastardly invaders from the Eighth Dimension. With Halloween fast approaching, the pending rescue becomes more dire. Will they rescue Zombos in time for Halloween? Will Steve Brown be able to make his UPS deliveries on time? Will Iloz Zoc and Glenor Glenda have enough time to get their costumes for the Monster Mash Halloween Ball at the mansion? Hold onto your significant others. Cradle the Coke and secure the popcorn. It is time for the grand finale!
Our story thus far: After entering the dark castle of the Shudderites, our intrepid trio of rescuers were surprised to find a gift shoppe, and a rather old gentleman dressed in top hat and tails. He informed them that the last classic horror tour for the day was about to begin. Buying two tickets (you may recall that Chicken-man got in free), our heroes reluctantly waited. Little did they know that their tour of horror was about to begin — in earnest!
"I say, this tour is taking a long time to get started," said Iloz Zoc.
"Yeah. I wonder what the holdup is?" said Steve Brown.
"I'm chilly," said Glenor. Steve Brown took off his UPS jacket and draped it over Glenor's shoulders. "Why thank you." Her eyes twinkled.
Zoc's eyes narrowed. "Wait a moment... our host hasn't moved a smidget for some time. How odd."
They turned to look at him. He just stared into space as he stood behind the souvenir counter. The gaslight flickered ominously, casting long shadows over the display of Living Dead dolls. The sound of a chainsaw grew louder.
"There's that sound again," said Zoc. "I thought the contemporary horror wing was closed."
Just as he finished his observation, a chainsaw sliced through the wall behind the souvenir counter.
"Bloody hell!" yelled Steve Brown. They all jumped back. The chainsaw sliced rapidly through their host, from top hat to tails, in a shower of sparks. The smell of gasoline, oil, and burning electronics filled the room, but there was no blood. Each side clattered to the floor, left and right, billowing smoke.
"Bloody hell, indeed," yelled Zoc. "It was a robot! What the hell is going on here?"
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