Zombie Derby Scream Street

# He was a kid who didn't fit in

# Got a wolf living inside under his skin

# When he's angry his body sprouts hairs

# So he's got a ticket and you'll never guess where

# Scream, scream, scream when you get to Scream Street

# Scream, scream, scream when you get to Scream Street... #

EVIL LAUGHTER

# Next door's a vampire maybe not

# 4,000 years old but her body won't rot

# Yeah Being a freak is totally normal

# When everyone's freaky and paranormal

# Scream, scream, scream when you get to Scream Street

# Scream, scream, scream when you get to Scream Street

# Scream Street, Scream Street. #

EVIL LAUGHTER

-Lost and found. I don't suppose you were playing golf?

-How did you know?

-Here you go.

-You couldn't give me a hand with me arms, could you?

-Ha-ha! "A hand with my arms." You get it?

-Urgh... Zombie humour.

TV ANCHOR: 'We now go over live, or rather undead,

'for a special announcement.

'Kids, parents, it's only one week to the Zombie Derby,

'so get your z-racers ready for a shot at the Golden Orb.'

Why don't you two enter this year?

Stick zombie legs on an apple crate and ride it through town? No.

I'd rather de-slime Lulu. No offence, girl.

Hey, Dad, can you help me build my racer?

-It still needs some zombie legs.

-I'd love to, Luke,

but I've got a lot of...mumbling into my hand to do.

-Make the front more of a V-shape.

-Eh?

It will cut down on the wind drag.

-How do you know about this stuff?

-Well, I am part bat.

-Oh, yeah.

-So can you help me?

-You kidding?

I love the Zombie Derby more than a warm glass of blood

on a winter's night.

-Anyway, Resus isn't interested.

-My dad's the same way.

-Hey, Mum. Mr Negative's helping me with my racer.

-Why didn't you ask me?

I'm good at fixing stuff.

Oh, like when you fixed the washing machine(?)

-It is just possible I connected it up to the blood pipe.

-It's OK.

I look great in pink.

-SLURP

-Ew.

-Sorry.

Dixon, you call that rusty bathtub a zombie racer?

-Well, I could do with a little help, if I'm honest, boss.

-My pleasure.

Morph into a hammer.

-Ow.

-Now build a better one!

I'm sick of coming second.

This year I'm going to win,

even if that means someone going home in a coffin.

-Uh... What are you guys doing?

-Ow.

Resus, hey. Hi. Hello. I thought you didn't like this stuff.

I don't, but it would have been nice to have been asked

so I can say no.

-Tell me about it. I mean, this is just rude.

-OK. So...

-I mean, do you guys both want to help?

-Ha! No way.

-We'd be better off making our own racer, right, Resus?

-Too right.

Ha-ha! "Making our own racer?" Priceless.

Come on, let's get some power for our hotrod.

-Uh...

-Move aside.

-Whoa!

-Give me all your zombie legs.

-Only one pair to a customer.

-I am the mayor!

-I could have you fired.

-Oh, no(!)

-I might lose my glitzy job handing out rotting body parts(!)

-Urgh!

Zombie legs, please.

Don't you have any, like, turbo legs?

Oh, right(!) Just let me check in my turbo legs bin(!)

Thank you.

Next.

-SHE OPENS HER MOUTH TO SPEAK

-Oh.

Wait. You're entering the Zombie Derby?

-Oh, not just entering, my friend. Winning.

-Yep.

Just got to get some legs to stick to our race car riding thingy.

Well, our "race car riding thingy"

is going to be way better than yours.

-Even without any zombie legs?

-Huh?

Oh, man!

Yeah! Oops. Missed.

Cleo, my darling daughter and partner in the Zombie Derby.

Oh, Dad, listen, I think I'm going to give it a miss this year.

-But-but-but why?

-Remember what happened last year?

-Bad, was it?

Uh-huh.

Wow. You made this?

Let's go get some legs and test her out.

Great idea. We can go in the racer.

-Mush! Mush!

-CLEO SIGHS

Time for some fine tuning to get our vehicle in prime racing form.

I'm thinking green racing stripes here.

-I could put some flames at the back.

-That won't make it go faster, Luke.

-We need to give the legs a workout.

-Seriously?

-That doesn't sound like much fun.

-Fun!? There is no time for fun.

We have work to do.

DOG BARKS

Oh.

-OK.

-Now, let's talk race day strategy.

Right. So I'll go as fast as I can

and try and cross the finish line first.

-Good!

-But, remember, anything goes.

You're going to encounter some gamesmanship

that will be positively bloodcurdling.

-What is it?

-It's awfully quiet over there. They must be up to no good.

They're up to no good, I'm sure of it.

-Wait. So tell me again what I do if I get bumped?

-Bump back!

-Bump back like your life depends on it because it does.

-OK...

With less than 24 hours to go before the Zombie Derby, Team Luke

and Team Resus have been installed as co-favourites

to take home the Golden Orb.

Those freaks are the favourites?! Well, we'll see about that. No Name?

-CLEO SIGHS

-How can they be out of legs?

-Doug.

-Huh?

-I don't suppose we could possibly...?

-DOUG GROANS

-Oh.

Hey, hey! It's race day!

So, whose team will you be cheering for today, love?

Er... Well, I'd be happy with a dead heat.

-QUICKLY:

-It was a poor choice of words. A tie. Everyone wins. Yay!

It's gone! My zombie racer's gone!

-Mum, do you know something about this?

-Me?!

You're the ones up to no good!

Ah!

My zombie racer's gone!

-Dad, you know something about this, don't you?

-Me?

You're the ones that are up to no good.

Alston! Don't you think you're acting a little childish?

No, I don't.

LOUD ARGUING

SHE WHISTLES

Dr Skully came by earlier to take the racers to the starting line.

-Oh, right.

-OK.

-Oh, that's cool.

Ha-ha! Excellent. Now even an idiot couldn't lose.

-To be clear, Dixon, you are an idiot.

-Oh, thanks, boss.

TV ANCHOR: We're just minutes from the start of the Zombie Derby.

Racers, start your legs.

-Luke, just remember, winning is everything. Show no mercy.

-Got it.

Anything goes, Resus. Drive angry and, when you bump, bump hard.

TWINKLE

It's, like, way too heavy for my legs. Wow. What is it made out of?

-Solid Egyptian sandstone.

-Oh, great.

If you have to cheat, and you do have to cheat, use this.

-If you don't win, keep driving and never return.

-Understood, boss.

TV ANCHOR: They're under starter's orders...

And they're off!

CHEERING

Ha-ha!

You tell my son to stop bumping your son.

-Ha! Scaredy bat.

-HE HISSES

-Can you believe those two?

-At least we're acting like adults.

-Resus! Ram him!

-Luke! Trip him!

Great! You're doing great!

Oh, Golden Orb, soon you'll be mine.

-SNAKES HISS Wah!

-Urgh!

Wah! LUKE GASPS

Ha-ha! This L means loser.

Ah!

In your face, Resus.

Say goodbye to your little friend.

Resus! Look out!

-Oh, man, we were nearly log meat.

-Phew. I owe you big time.

Sorry about all that bumping and stuff.

-LUELLA:

-Yay!

-It's OK. We're good.

-The z-racers...not so much.

-I guess this was our fault.

-Yep. Just got a little carried away.

-MR WATSON:

-At least no-one... Ow! Got hurt. Ow!

Shall we go home? Ow.

And give up!? No chance.

-One more lap. You doing OK, mate?

-This is harder than it looks.

Eat our dust, Luella!

Stop fooling around!

-I'm losing my grip.

-Hang on. We're almost there.

CHEERING

Congratulations to the winners...

..is what I would say

if you hadn't broken the rules by having two people in one vehicle.

-Oh, big deal. We had fun, didn't we?

-Exactly. But, really, who wins?

That award goes to Eva and Luella...

are the words I would say if they hadn't broken

the rules by putting a magic spell on their racer.

Sorry, but nobody wins this year.

Hey, look!

DOUG: Way to go, leg dudes!

-CHEERING

-We have a winner!

-Hey, Dixon, like the outfit.

-MAYOR GROANS

HOWL

EVIL LAUGHTER