The Bottomless Pit 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 hair

# So he got a ticket You'll never guess where

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

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

# 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 paranormal

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

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

# Scream Street, Scream Street. #

VIDEO GAME PLAYS

Sorry, sorry.

Sorry, I do hope I'm not inconveniencing you?

No, it's OK.

Luke, I'm trying to shame you into cleaning up your own mess for once.

Luke.

Nope, not working.

HE GROANS

I'm only doing this because the bin men are about to arrive.

Dad, you made me lose a life.

Huh! You spend so long playing those games, you've barely got a life.

-HE GASPS

-You all right, mate?

You look like you've just seen a ghost.

LAUGHTER

Sorry, I'm just still struggling to get used to phantom binmen.

Right, drop them, lads, we're going on strike.

Now, Otto says he'll pay us properly,

but I can see straight through him. There you go, mate, one for you.

ALL: Strike, strike, strike.

This doesn't look good.

I'm sure Otto will have it sorted out in no time.

I stand corrected.

Otto's got to fix this. It smells just disgusting.

It smells just delicious.

Ahh, now that's what I call fresh air.

FLY BUZZES

These bin bags need taking to the recycling plant,

and I know just the person to do it.

HE MOANS

-I meant Luke.

-I knew that. I knew that.

I've got bin juice on my bandages. Gross.

I really picked the wrong week we to have an open-air gig in the square.

I'm not sure which stinks the most, the bin bags or your guitar-playing.

-Hey.

-Resus!

Oh, come on, guys, the recycling plant is still miles away.

Course, that old mineshaft is a lot nearer.

Luke, you're not thinking of...

Unbelievable.

A couple of little bags aren't going to do any harm.

-Yeah? What if everyone did that?

-Well, they won't, it was just me.

HE GASPS

What? He did it first.

See what you've started?

THUDS

Wow, that must be really deep.

HE SCREAMS

Oh, sorry, Doug. Still struggling to get used to the undead.

No problemo, dude. Hey, I'm looking for Wilfred.

It's not like my little worm buddy to be late for his dinner.

Wilfred, din-dins.

Maybe the dude fell out of my hair last time I was here.

Let me look under the sofa.

No, nothing.

A bottomless pit, you say? This could be just what I need.

It could?

I have a somewhat unsavoury contact in the normal world

who will pay top dollar to dispose of something unsavoury.

HE LAUGHS

No, no, no. Not nearly evil enough.

HE LAUGHS EVILLY

-Good one, boss.

-I've still got it.

Coast clear, let's get cracking.

Mm-hm. Whoa!

Doug, I think I found Wilfred.

Oh, Wilfred!

Um, this isn't Wilfred.

Well, how can you tell? I mean, don't all worms look the same?

I find that kind of offensive.

I'd recognise my Wilfred anywhere.

Whoa! I knew something like this would happen.

Oh, come on, what difference will a couple more make?

Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for Luke Watson,

Environmentalist of the Year(!)

Guys, this isn't my problem.

Someone will clear it up, they always do.

GURGLING

There, told you so.

PHHRRRTT!

When the binmen go on strike and Scream Street smells worse

-than a goblin's backside... No offence.

-None taken.

..then it's time for the mayor to do something, and that something is...

-to get the hell out of there.

-Too right, boss.

BRAKES SQUEAL

I didn't tell you to stop.

THEY SCREAM

I see! Quick, turn around!

It's gaining on us, boss.

Throw something out, Dixon, like yourself.

Oh, no, boss!

PHHRRTT!

Oh, my eyes!

-Oh, I can taste it.

-I've swallowed some.

Excuse me.

HE SCREAMS

I am starting to find this totally offensive.

Whoa. Wilfred?!

Wilfred, bad worm.

You are, like, so grounded.

You know that monster?

Sure I do. He's my pet worm, Wilfred.

Though he seems to have put on a bit of weight.

You are not kidding.

Oh, no, he's heading into town.

I've got to go warn the dudes.

Is the gig still free if you have to pay people to listen?

Oh, cheers, Cleo, really helping my confidence.

Hey, dudes, watch out. Like, seriously, watch out.

SCREAMING

Oh, come on, guys. I'm just warming up.

HE SCREAMS

Make for the high ground, little dudes.

Wilfred can sense the tremors if you walk on the ground.

-That's Wilfred?

-What on earth have you been feeding him?

Nothing, dude.

I haven't seen him since I went round to Luke's house.

What if Wilfred was in of those bin bags you threw down the mineshaft?

Full of toxic waste.

Well, that would be really unlucky, but not my fault.

Sorry I'm late. What are you doing up there?

Mr Watson, don't move.

Too late. Wilfred already heard him.

Dad, climb up that lamppost, and don't look round.

HE SCREAMS

MUNCHING

Ha-ha, I did it.

Mr Watson one, Scream Street monster nil.

I rule!

Spoke too soon.

Dad, you've got to make a run for it.

I can do this. I can do this.

Dad!

Quick!

HE SCREAMS

Oh, what have I done?

Listen, I know a potion that should shrink Wilfred,

but someone will have to go into the shop to find all the ingredients.

Here's a list.

Oh, Wilfred only likes eating dirt.

Maybe we feed him some soap to make him spit everything out.

OK, so we just need the last ingredient - zombie eyeball.

Not a problem, man.

Oh, no.

It's OK, I don't think it...

HE SCREAMS

Wilfred, over here.

Oh, it's gaining on you. Run!

HE PANTS

Come on, legs, don't let me down now.

HE LAUGHS

-Is the potion ready?

-Sure is.

And the soap?

GROWLING

-Bull's-eye.

-Or, rather, zombie-eye.

Um, it's pretty dark in there, but I think I can make out your dad.

GROWLING

I'm sorry, dudes. At least we tried.

Wait, we used to have the same problem with our cat.

If you want to de-worm a cat,

you wrap the pill in something it wants to eat.

So, if we want to de-worm Scream Street...

We'll have to wrap the pill in something the worm wants to eat.

Me. I'll be the bait to catch the worm.

Only in Scream Street.

MUSIC BLARES

THEY GASP

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Oh, no.

No, my beautiful mansion.

Dad.

Luke.

I'd join in, but you're both covered in worm goo.

We'll clean up this mess, but only if you double our pay.

-Anything.

-Let's shake on it. Put it there.

Where, exactly?

CHEERING

Brilliant.

-My guitar.

-Don't move.

What, another worm monster?

No, dude, you almost trod on Wilfred.

Oh, that would have...that would have been tragic.

Whoa, that tickles.

I've missed you, little dude.

What's that?

No, you can't do it all again.

Bad wormy.