Is everyone ready to continue their journey through the woods?

Micky: Ready!

Davy: Me too.

Sach: I am. Dunno about the Chief...

Slip: I told ya I'm fine, Sach!

Mike: I'm ready. Bring 'em on.

Peter: I'm not!

(We open back in the slowly vanishing mist. All we see at first are the beams from the boys and their outlines.)

Peter: I feel like we've been walking for years, not minutes.

Mike: Stop complanin', Pete. We've gotta find that tower soon.

Sach: I'm hungry!

Slip: *Groans* Sach... *jabs Sach in the side with his elbow*

Sach: Oop! Chief, your elbows are bony, even if the rest of you ain't!

Mike: (He makes something appear in a blue light that we see through the fog) Here, Sach. Have a candy apple.

Sach: Thanks, Mike! *starts eating*

Slip: Nice thinkin', Mike. That'll shut 'im up.

Mike: I had to do some...whoa! (Peter grabs Mike as the mist parts to reveal the full moon shining over a wide, glassy green lake surrounded by shadowy trees.)

Peter: Are you ok, Michael?

Mike: Yeah. I'm glad you got me before I got this suit wet. This was expensive. (He brushes himself off.)

Peter: Well, what do we do now?

Mike: We cross the lake.

Micky: How?

Davy: There has to be a boat of some type...

Mike: Why don't we make a boat to cross the lake?

Peter: You mean, imagine one?

Mike: Couldn't hurt.

Peter: Ok, who wants to imagine a boat big enough for all 6 of us?

Micky: Why don't we all do it?

Mike: Good idea. Everyone concentrate. Sach and Slip, you can help

(There's a blue light, and a large red and yellow row boat appears on the shore in front of the six men.)

Mike: (He shoves her) She seems lake-worthy.

Peter: Who gets to row?

Micky: I'll row.

Mike: Ok. Everyone in. Sach, you an' Pete will go in first. Slip will get in the middle with Davy - they're the heaviest. Micky n' I will balance out the other end.

Sach: Okay! *gets in the boat*

Peter: (He gulps as he joins Sach and looks into the dark green water) It's awfully spooky down there. I hope there's nothing that will bite us!

Mike: If there is, we'll bite it back.

Peter: (He points his flashlight into the thinning mist) I wish this mist would just go away!

Mike: At least it ain't eatin' us.

Peter: (Gulps and points the flashlight down) I wonder if anything does live down there?

(That's when a finny hand seems to flop over the boat for a minute...and right on Slip's arm.)

Slip: *Jumps slightly* What the hell?

Davy: What happened?

Peter: (He points his light downward) I don't see anything but ripples!

Mike: Must have been your imaginations.

(We hear another splash...and another finny hand caresses Peter's arm before drawing back. Peter jumps this time.)

Peter: Something wet and slimy touched me!

Slip: My imagination must've moved.

Peter: Or we have the same imagination!

(Another webbed hand pops up again, this time with a bottle of sea salt. It grabs Slip's arms and salts it.)

Slip: *Glares at the action without moving his arm* I am not demused.

Peter: (He pulls his arm away from another webbed hand) What's going on?

(Suddenly, two scaly green fish-man creatures pop their heads over the sides of the boat and reach for Slip and Peter!)

Peter: MIIIIHCCCHAAAEEEELLLLL!!!!

Slip: *Slugs the creature* Back off!

Mike: Shit! (He whacks one on the webbed hand with his flashlight) Get the hell outta here!

*Sach screams and tries to hide on the bottom of the boat.*

Micky: What the hell are these!? *tries to swing his oar at the nearest one*

("Auntie's Municipal Court" begins as more fish men try to get in the boat. Sach and Peter try to duck under the benches.)

(Peter stamps on one's webbed hand. He topples back in the water.)

(Mike tries to shove a huge octopus-monster off the side of the boat, but he clings to the boat. He finally throws the salt that one of the fish monsters left in its face. It throws ink back in Mike's face!)

*Davy hands Mike a rag.*

(Mike sighs and wipes the ink off his face.)

*Slip is still trying to knock away the other creature.*

(Sach sees a huge jellyfish. He grabs two slices of bread from out of nowhere...and the jellyfish takes off like a shot. He waves a jar of peanut butter. Hey, all he wanted was dinner!)

Mike: (Sees the fish monster grabbing at Slip as the music ends) Slip! Watch out!

Slip: *Swings a fist at the monster* I told ya before.... *But he doesn't get to finish. The fish monster pulls him over the side of the boat into the water.*

Micky: Oh shit...

Mike: (Screams) Slip! Shit!

Peter: Oh no!

Sach: *His head pops up* Chief? CHIEF!?

Davy: Bloody hell!

Peter: (He points his flashlight into the water) I don't see anything!

Mike: He's gotta be down there! He's just gotta be!

Davy: *Points his flashlight as well* I don't see him!

Sach: *His lower lip is quivering* Chiefy!

Mike: I'm sure he's ok, Sach. We just ain't found him yet.

Peter: (Puts his arm around Sach's shoulder) Yeah.

Micky: *Looks around and gently pokes with his oar; calls out* SLIP!

Mike: (He takes off his cowboy hat) I'm goin' in after him.

Peter: Michael, no! They'll get you, too!

*Just then a hand grabs the side of the boat nearest Mike.*

Mike: Slip! (He helps pull the small - and now soaking wet - man back in the boat) What happened?

*Slip just waves a hand and coughs out water.*

Sach: CHIEF! *climbs over Davy to get to Slip and hug him*

Peter: (As the boat bobs) Careful, Sach! Don't knock us over!

*Slip winces and coughs out more water.*

Sach: Chiefy! *bear-hugs him*

Micky: Okay, Sach, probably not the best idea to do that...

Mike: You ok, Slip?

Slip: *Tries to clear his throat, but keeps coughing* 'M fine...

Peter: What happened down there? Did it hurt you?

Slip: *Takes in a deep breath and lets it out* No hurt... *He whispers something in his ear and occasionally turns away to cough. Sach just nods every so often.*

Peter: (Turns to Sach) Well? What did he say?

Sach: He said next time he'd rather kiss a mermaid.

Peter: Oh. (He just shrugs at the camera.)

Mike: Mick, I think you'd better row us to shore now. We'll get Slip dried off there.

Micky: *Salutes* Aye aye, Capitano!

Mike: Funny, Mick. (He plops his cowboy hat back on his head as they start moving again.)

(Cut to the other side of the lake...which looks pretty much like the side they started out from, except for the thinning mist. Peter and Micky get out and pull the boat up to shore as the others disembark.)

Mike: Ok. (He shines his now-dented flashlight, revealing a path through the trees.) Looks like we're supposed to go this way next.

Sach: *Frowns at Slip* Chief, don't you wanna dry off first?

Slip: No.

Mike: (Shakes his head) No time for that. We already lost a lot of time 'cause of havin' to row over here.

Peter: (Nods and holds up his flashlight) Let's go, then. Oh, and someone needs to make that boat disappear.

Davy: I'll do it. *the boat disappears in a blue light*

Slip: *Folds his arms, frowning* Let’s go!

Sach: *As Slip starts ahead of them; calls after him* Chiefy, wait! *follows him*

Peter: Michael, hold on! (He follows Mike)

*Davy and Micky shrug at each other and follow the others.*

(Cut to what looks like the rusted gates to an old graveyard, shrouded in the rapidly thinning mist. Peter and Sach catch up with Mike and Slip at the gates.)

Mike: (Makes a face) Figures the path would lead right through here.

Slip: Natterally. I'm goin'.

Sach: Chief, I don't like this place!

Slip: *Tugs on the gates* C'mon, c'mon...

Mike: Let me help. (He concentrates. There's a blue light around the gates, and they swing open with a rusty creak.)

Slip: *Makes a face* Show off. *He goes through the gates first.*

Sach: *Turns to Peter* We don't hafta go in there, do we?

Peter: If we want to get to the tower, I think we do "hafta."

*Sach whimpers.*

Micky: *As he and Davy join them* We're here.

Davy: Yeah, mates, at least you aren't alone.

*We cut ahead to Mike and Slip forging their way through the graveyard. Slip has his arms folded again.*

Mike: You ok, Slip? Your teeth are chatterin'.

Slip: I'm fine.

Mike: Dang, you're more stubborn n' I am. You know, I could imagine you dry.

Slip: *Through gritted teeth* I'm fine.

Mike: The macho bullshit don't work on me, man. I do it, too.

Slip: It ain't bullshit.

Mike: (Leans against a grave) You just just took a dip in a cold lake on Halloween night. There ain't no way you can't be cold.

Slip: I ain't got any prizes to award for right answers.

Mike: (As something rises behind him in the mist) Then let me dry you off.

Slip: You don't listen, do ya?

Mike: Come on, Slip! You... (Frowns and sniffs) There's somethin' around here. Somethin' dead. I sense danger...

Slip: What is it?

Mike: (The figure puts a skeletal hand on his shoulder) It's... (he turns around...and points to a zombie-like creature with white flesh hanging off and tattered clothes) That.

Slip: *Eyes widen* Oh shit...

*Another zombie comes up behind Slip and grabs him.*

Mike: (As "Looking For the Good Times" begins) Get off him, you creep! (He starts whacking him with the flashlight.)

*Another zombie reaches for Mike.*

(It grabs Mike from behind and yanks at him, trying to drag him into an open grave!)

*Slip tries to go to help Mike, but the zombie after him yanks him in the other direction. He trips and lands against a grave stone, seeing stars.*

(Mike struggles in the zombie's arms, but another one grabs his legs.)

*The zombie leans over Slip, who's still trying to clear the stars. It grabs his arm, trying to pull it away from his head.*

(Two more cover Mike's mouth with their rags.)

*Slip struggles against the zombie, but he's seeing double. The zombie ends up biting his arm, unable to get at his head. Slip yelps, trying to tug his arm free.*

(The zombies holding Mike try to shove him into the open grave, but he struggles with all his might.)

*Another zombie joins the one after Slip. The two lift him and start to carrying him away.*

(That's when four more figures burst through the mist. Something green whizzes through the air and hits one of the zombies holding Slip. The zombie turns into a very thin butterfly.)

*The other zombie stumbles, dropping Slip. Micky runs over and hops on the zombie's back.*

*Sach checks on Slip and helps him up.*

*Davy goes to help Mike.*

(Another green arrow hits one of the zombies holding Mike. It turns him into a skinny gray bird, giving Davy the room to go after the others.)

*Davy takes down one of the zombies.*

(Mike growls and jumps on the others.)

*Micky sends his zombie flying over a gravestone.*

(As the mist continues to dissipate, so do the zombies. The last of them finally return to their graves as the music ends. Peter runs over to the group.)

Peter: Is everyone ok?

Mike: I am now. Those guys were gonna bury me alive!

Slip: *Sach is holding one arm, while the other rubs a temple* Fine. Was almost a snack for a zombie, that's all.

*Sach sees the bite mark on his arm and starts blubbering.*

Slip: *Pulls his arm away from Sach* Knock it off.

Micky: We oughta get going before anything else happens in here.

Mike: Yeah. Let's find that path again. Is everyone all right?

Peter: (Nods) We're just glad we found you!

Mike: I am, too. (Grabs his flashlight) Let's get going. Need any help, Slip? I know you're still shaken from earlier.

Slip: No, I'm fine. Let’s just go. *heads off ahead of them*

Sach: Chief! *runs after him*

Micky: What was that about?

Mike: He's shiverin' like crazy and is tryin' to be all macho and pretend he ain't.

Micky: So he's being you?

Davy: Mick.

Mike: (Sighs) Yeah. We have way too much in common.

Davy: We better go after them before we lose them.

Mike: Yeah. Come on. (They hurry after the two)

*We follow them as they catch up to Slip and Sach. Slip has his arms folded again. Sach walks beside him, pouting slightly.*

Mike: (He gets to them first) Hey, guys. Maybe it would be better if we all stayed together from now on. We don't want to run into anything else alone. No more runnin' ahead.

Sach: Okay with me.

Peter: (Smiles and pats Sach's shoulder) Safety in numbers, you know.

Mike: (Shudders) Yeah. Even I ain't gonna go runnin' off on my own here. (Looks at one of the graves) I almost ended up in one of those!

Micky: Not exactly my idea of a pleasant way to spend the evening.

Slip: Can we go? If we're gonna keep yappin', let’s at least be movin'.

Peter: (Nods) I don't want anything else around here to come after us, whether it's living...or not.

Mike: (Nods, shining the flashlight on the path) Man, it's spooky here.

Davy: Very spooky.

Peter: (He reads some of the graves) Some of these are really old! I see some that go back as far as the 1700s.

Mike: As long as our names ain't on them, I don't care how far back they go.

Micky: Wow...

Slip: If I wanted to read gravestones, I'd find a less creepy place to do it.

Sach: *Sees one stone* Ooh, Chief, lookit this one! *tries to get Slip to look*

Peter: I wonder if there's any famous people here...

Slip: Not interested, Sach.

Sach: But, Chief...

Slip: No, Sach!

Micky: Well, we'll come back on the next sunny day.

Davy: Sure we will, Mick.

Mike: Come on, guys. Let's get back in the forest. I don't wanna give the zombies more ideas.

Slip: *Clearly still shivering* Already there! C'mon!

Peter: Don't have to tell me twice! (Follows them)

Micky: *To Mike* Since when did Napoleon take over on you?

Mike: Since I ain't up to arguin' with short guys who act like me. I do enough of that with Davy.

Davy: Yeah, you do, Mike, but even I know when to give in. Slip doesn't.

Mike: Well, we're gonna have to talk to that boy....before some ghost decides that he wants him to join their club.

Micky: *Snorts* Good luck on that, Mike.

Davy: I gotta agree with Mick, especially right now. He really doesn't seem in the mood for much of anything.

Micky: Yeah, didn't you offer to dry him off? He's still dripping!

Mike: Yeah, but he kept sayin' no.

Davy: He's crazier than you, Mick.

*Micky makes a face.*