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Kenny, son, please don't.

This is your dad talking, Kenny.

Don't eat that.

Why?

Well, it's really bad for you.

Nah, it isn't.

They say that this is the best ice cream in the whole world.

No, Kenny.

No, son. Son!

Son! No!

You shouldn't have grounded me.

I scream...

you scream...

We all scream...

for ice cream.

I'm not gonna shovel up a lot of horse puckey

about how in the midst of life we are in death,

but we sure lost a good friend in Kent Bafler.

I knew Kent since, uh,

well, since he was as tall as his son Kenny there.

We had an informal little gang.

I see Layne is with us today.

Called ourselves the West End Bunch,

you know, because of the movie The Wild Bunch.

But timed passed while we weren't looking.

Kent got to be a daddy with kids of his own,

and it just seems to me way too early

to be sending him down to meet the Earth.

Guess Toot couldn't make it, huh?

I think Toot prefers to drink his respects to the dead.

That leaves what, four out of the old bunch?

You're forgetting about Virg Constance.

I wish I could forget that good for nothing peckerwood.

He was here. I saw him.

He still lives here, huh?

He never left.

Damn, it sure got cold fast.

You never should have moved back here.

That should have been you.

Darlene.

I-i-it's Cheery time!

Uh-oh!

Come on, kids. Gather round.

Uh-oh!

You were the first to say my name.

Now you get yours for free!

The best ice cream in the whole wide world.

It's Cheery time !

- Hey. - Hey.

You're shitting me.

Who's getting shat?

Hey. Hey.

Oh, you're warm.

That thing says 72,

but it's freezing out.

Maybe you're getting sick, baby.

So? How did it go?

It went.

Kent went into the dirt.

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

Hey, boss!

You bring ice cream?

Nope. Then where were you?

I was seeing an old friend of mine.

How's he doing?

He's resting now, boss.

Great!

I'm going to just go out and play.

What did they say, anyway?

Yeah, they said they were going to do it...

Boom boom boom boom boom boom.

One more dead soldier.

Toot.

For fuck's sakes, Joe, I ain't that drunk yet.

Yeah, sure.

God's truth. Listen to me.

Now Skip was first, then Kent.

Skip died in a car crash.

No, see that's why just watching the news just makes you stupider.

Skip Stockwell's car was found not wrecked,

parked at a curb with just his clothing inside.

You saying there's a possibility

that Skip's running around loose, naked?

There's a mental image I don't need.

Here's something you don't know, smart-ass.

Did you look in Kent Bafler's casket today?

No. It was a closed box.

You know why?

'Cause all that was left of him to bury was his clothes, too.

Now, deep down I suspect there's a point to all this, right?

Yeah, it all happened since Layne moved back to town.

Layne?

- Layne. - Yeah?

What?

Toot has changed much, huh?

He tried God once and the A.A. twice

and failed all three times.

He's just on you because--

Because I left,

and now I'm back.

So, obviously, I must be to blame

for the West End Bunch dying off.

Toot's in no position to be pointing fingers.

Yeah, it's just bad timing.

You know, Skip and Kent dying.

It's middle age. No mystery.

Says you.

Either way, sure shits all over my idea

of having some half-assed plan for a reunion,

you know, to welcome you back.

Here's to Kent.

That's nice and morbid, Joe.

What does Darlene Bafler got against you anyway?

Tell me the truth, old buddy.

You ain't one of them serial killers, are you?

I hate cereal.

Okay, case closed.

You're free to go.

Give Angela a big kiss for me.

You know where.

Not in your wet dreams, old buddy.

Toot!

You going to make sure he gets home okay?

Yeah, I'll have Buck drive him.

I scream...

you scream...

We all scream...

Damn it.

Fuck!

What the hell you doing out here, boss?

Holy shit. Holy cow. It's way past your--

Hey, does Mom know you're out here?

I don't want to miss him.

Miss who, boss?

The man in the truck.

I scream, you scream.

You scream.

We all scream...

For ice cream.

Where do you hear that?

Where do you hear that?

I swear to God, I don't know what happened, sweetie.

He was in bed by 9.

I must have dozed off or something.

Dozed off?

Well, your son is now sleeping like he's in a coma,

and he isn't running a fever,

although I'm not so sure about you, big man.

Oh, God. What if he'd--

I--I--I don't know what happened.

I would never do anything to hurt--

Hey, hey.

It's okay. I'm not angry.

Um... just rattled.

Scared to death,

and I don't like being scared.

Where's MaryLyn?

Well, your daughter,

with her amazing ability to make new friends

like the speed of light,

is having s sleepover at some new buddy's house.

Well, we better call and make sure she's okay.

I'll do that.

Here ya go, kid.

I scream...

you scream...

Oh, Jesus, stop the music!

What music?

What I mean, Buck, my young savior,

is you're gonna have to pull this beast over double quick.

Stop! Stop the car!

Mr. Embry?

Ahh... ahh..ahh...

Mr. Embry?

Ahh... ahh... Aah! Ughhn!

Mr. Embry?

You okay?

I scream...

Okay. Bed check reveals

MaryLyn and Agnes all nestled where they're supposed to be,

visions of sugar plums, all that jazz.

We all scream for ice cream.

Say again?

Nothing.

Uh... It's weird, you know.

I saw other kids out there,

and it's after midnight.

I'm pretty sure I saw Skip's son,

what's his name? Uh...

Uh, Jeremy.

Right.

Standing out in the yard

with, uh, Pam Embry in her grandmother's yard.

Yeah, Beth moved their kids out again.

Toot's drinking, you know.

Mm-hmm. I know. Thanks.

Got a load of him at Papa Joe's.

And no,

I would never get intoxicated enough

that I would mow down my own son.

I didn't even think it.

Say... does, um...

it feel cold to you all of a sudden?

Hmm?

Leave the glasses on.

I want you to take some dictation.

What's the best ice cream in the whole wide world?

It's Cheery Tyme.

Talk now?

Or do I tease you some more?

I'm sorry, babe.

I just had a, uh, weird kind of, uh...

I don't know what you would call it.

A flashback.

Old stuff.

Not nice stuff.

Stuff that doesn't go away.

That's why I didn't want to move back here.

Oh, I know, I know, I know.

When you were a kid, did you ever tease other kids?

You know, in a bad way, the way...

you would regret for the rest of your life?

You mean like calling kids with glasses "four eyes"?

No, slightly worse.

Uh-oh.

Kent Bafler, me,

Toot, Papa Joe, and Skip Stockwell,

we were The West End Bunch.

They say it's the best ice cream in the whole world.

Who says?

Who cares, Toot? It's Cheery Tyme.

It's Cherry Time?

Well, that's what it's called:

Cheery Tyme Ice Cream.

Why, Layne?

I don't know.

Well, that's what he says:

"Ch-Ch-Ch-Cheery Tyme."

You'll see. Just wait.

Come on, kids!

Hey, Big Joe.

Who's ready for some ice cream?

- Where's the rest - of the Bunch? - Jerkin' off.

All right, boys and girls,

who's ready for Ch-Cheery Tyme?

Cheery Tyme!

Who's ready for some ice cream? Yeah.

1, 2, 3--whoa!

Oh! Oh! Hot potatoes!

Whoa! Ow! Ouch! Ooch! Ouch! Whoa!

Here. Here. Here.

Oh, I need something to cool me off.

- Ah. Ah. - Wow! Thank you!

Oh... Oh, that's better.

That's better.

All right, who's next? Who's next?

Hey.

I know someone who looks exactly like you,

exceptin' his name is Erky.

I'm Erky, Buster. You know that!

What? Let me have a better look.

Uh...

Are you sure that you ain't gotta t-t-twin b-b-brother?

Oh, my. Oh my.

Everybody, let's hear a big applause for Erky!

Let's all give him a big hand!

Yay!

Oh, wait a minute.

Where's that ice cream?

What's this?

He's good. That's funny.

Oh...

He's going to do that--

Oh... Oh...

Whoa! There it is!

Oh, no. You don't have to pay me.

You were the first to call me by name,

so yours is free.

Free! Yay!

Buster was born...

"disadvantaged," as we'd say today.

Hey, look. Kent and Skip are up there.

Come on. Let's go.

I got to see this.

Wait a minute.

But as he got older, you know,

he was just savvy enough

to drive the truck and sell ice cream.

Until he played the Sneaky Eel Game

with the parson's daughter, right?

No. On the contrary. You know...

when Buster put on the make-up and the fake nose,

I mean, it was, uh...

like he had found a persona, you know,

where no one could tease him.

He was a friend to the kids,

and they were his.

Any exceptions?

Yeah.

The unofficial gang bully, Virgil Constance.

Hey, queers!

Oh, crap.

Whoa. Don'cha know ice cream will make ya fat?

Shut up, Virg.

Cripes, Virg, knock it off!

This is stupid.

Come on, fight me back, ya pussy.

Virg is fighting the crazy squirrel inside his head.

Ooh. Layne's treat?

Gee, thanks.

Give it back, Virg.

Give it back!

Yeah, Virg, give it back.

Come on, over here!

You want it? Eat it!

Asshole.

Hee hee hee hee!

I'd like a Drumstick, please.

What? A Drumstick?

You do know that you cannot play drums

with one of my Drumsticks, don't you? Huh? Huh?

Oh!

Here ya go!

Thanks.

Oh, brother.

All right, who's next? Who's next?

You. You look like a new face.

What would you be c-called?

Layne Bannixter, sir.

"Sir"? "Sir"?

You don't have to call me sir.

I get to call you sir.

What'll ya have there, Mr. kind sir, Good Sir Layne, sir?

What's wrong with this picture?

They say he was born retarded or something.

A retard?

Don't eat that shit, Layne!

Retardo the Clown probably beat his meat on it.

Blow it out your ass, Virg.

Hey.

Come here. I wanna ask you something.

You got a question, I got--I got an answer.

I-I-I'm the answer man.

What c-c-can I do for you?

What's up with this nose?

Aah!

Holy fucking shit! He ain't got no nose!

Hey, he didn't mean it, okay?

He's sorry.

Virg, tell him you're sorry, for Christ's sake!

You wet your pants, man.

What happened to Buster?

He died later.

Uh, what happened to the delinquent?

What's his name?

Virg.

Virg always had a special kind of hate for me.

God knows why.

Kid crap.

Basically, except now I'm starting to think

that since we moved back,

Virg has decided to mess with us.

The Bunch.

Same shit, different decade.

I swear I saw him at Kent's funeral.

You know, it was just for an instant, but--

What, a showdown after all this time?

That's sure what it smells like.

Hmm.

Well, you'll just have to work it out in your head.

You'll see an answer.

You always do.

No.

Don't answer the phone!

Oh!

I'm here, Joe.

Christ, Layne, I'm sorry to wake you up so late--

Uh, I was up.

Oh, crap.

It's not crap. No smell.

You know, I hollered after him,

but he didn't make a sound.

It don't make no sense for him

to go running off buff-ass naked, even if he was drunk.

Probably hit his stupid head on a rock,

and now we gotta go play Find the Inebriate.

I saw somebody else.

Not Toot?

No, it was a big old hairbag.

Big guy, scraggly beard, like a hillbilly?

He had crazy eyes.

I could see his eyes in the dark.

Virg Constance, betcha 10.

Next to him, shit house rats have etiquette.

Remember what Toot said about clothes being left behind?

Toot could just be fucking with us,

but then... this is a little complex for him.

Joe, you better call the police.

For what?

This isn't a crime. There's no body.

The best we could do is vanishment.

We didn't go anywhere,

and we didn't do anything wrong.

Toby was out in the middle of the road

in the middle of the night, and--

I'm not his babysitter!

I know, honey. You were at Agnes',

but while you were at Agnes',

did you just go out and maybe... forget?

Mom, Agnes and I didn't go anywhere.

We really didn't.

Uh, but I kind of have this dream.

It was more like a nightmare.

We did go out, because we wanted to get some dessert,

but that was stupid because--

Nobody's open.

- Totally. - Morning.

- Good morning. - Morning.

Any calls?

Nothing about Toot.

Damn.

Just some from other--

I'll tell you later.

Sounds bad.

From what Nora Pickton says,

a lot of parents just dozed off last night,

and a lot of kids wandered.

The Little Rascals plotting the overthrow of the parental oppressors

in the dead of night?

Daytime, they're okay. Nighttime...

It's Cheery Tyme.

Ch-Ch-Cheery Tyme.

Ch-Ch-Cheery Tyme.

Ch-Ch-Cheery Tyme.

Ch-Ch-Cheery Tyme.

Toby! Toby! Angela!

Toby.

Where are you going, boss?

The best ice cream in the whole world.

MaryLyn.

MaryLyn!

Angela!

Angela!

Angela, here, take him.

Oh.

MaryLyn! MaryLyn!

MaryLyn.

MaryLyn.

MaryLyn.

Hey.

No! Let go of me!

No! MaryLyn.

No! No! It's the best ice cream--

I scream...

you scream...

Come on! Show yourself, God damn it!

We all scream... for ice cream.

Jesus Christ.

It was freezing out there.

Not possible.

God, do you think she might be sleepwalking or something?

MaryLyn told me that she had this dream,

and now--

You've got something stuck to your shoe.

What the--

God damn it to hell.

What's going on?

What part of that little guilt-trip story

did you not tell me?

It was Virg Constance's idea.

All right, boys and girls--

Every time he parks

in front of Jo Denny Battle's house,

he never turns the wheels in like he's supposed to.

So?

So we need a distraction,

like in them bank robbery movies.

Buster can't make change for shit.

Give him a $5.00 bill, and he's all confused.

Yeah. Get him to step down, make change.

Then you bump him.

Why? To--to steal his ice cream?

No, numb nuts.

So we can let go of the brake

and watch the truck roll down the hill.

Watch the freak freak out.

It'll be awesome.

I can bump him.

This is stupid. I'm out of here.

I'm out of here, too.

No, you ain't.

You just got brake duty, asswipe.

Come on, Layne. I'm doing my part.

He's just a... retarded guy.

It'll be bitchen.

I'm going first.

Just go.

This ain't garbage. Look!

Whoa!

Hey, Buster!

Uh-oh!

You were the first to call me by name,

so now you get yours for free.

And your name is K...K...Kent!

Stuttering asshole.

Hey, B-B-B-B-Buster.

Can you m-m-make change?

Yeah, sure.

Will you look at that President.

He sure don't look happy.

He could use some ice cream.

We could all use some ice cream.

You, just do it.

All right, kids, pay attention.

Now! Do it!

Look, it goes in here.

All right, pay attention. It's magic.

And it comes out...

here!

Do it! Do it, do it!

Whoa!

Ah! Oh!

Oh, my!

Oh, my!

Do it, ya pussy!

Come on, do it!

"Oh, my! Oh, my!"

Holy shit!

Run!

Oh, my.

Awesome.

Holy shit!

Layne, what the hell did you do?

Oh, God, you killed him!

So Virgil put you up to it.

It wasn't your fault. You were just a kid.

It was my fault. I did it.

So what?

N-Now Virgil is tripping around in a clown suit

playing Pied Piper?

Maybe it's not Virg.

Oh, now, wait just a hot second.

Either way... I need to find him.

Honey, you are starting to sound mildly insane.

Look, I don't know how it works.

What I do know is that...

if you don't watch the kids every minute, they wander,

so I need you to pack up the kids and go to your mother's.

No. Just for a day.

No. Please do this.

Go away while you do what?

Virg!

It's Layne Bannixter.

Cheery Tyme!

Boo!

Pussy Boy.

Yeah, I figured you'd show up sooner or later.

Virg--

Well, now. You put on some beef

since the last time I seen your scrawny ass.

You been to the big bad world outside, haven't you, Layne?

Now you come back, all smarter than everybody and shit?

I wanted a comfortable life.

A dull life.

So far, it hasn't worked out.

Am I supposed to know what you mean by that?

I was hoping you might.

The West End Bunch, Virg.

We're dropping like crane flies,

too close together to be a coincidence.

There's still you and me.

Papa Joe.

That sumbitch!

Toot Embry.

Toot Embry.

Yeah!

I cornholed that little geek.

You know that? I did, I swear to God.

He squealed like a little girl

and never dared say a word about that to nobody.

You come up here and sweet-talk me, too, sunshine, huh?

You were in the park yesterday.

You saw Toot. You saw what happened.

Fuck you. Says who?

Buck Treadway.

Well, now.

And, uh--And--

And what you aim to do about that?

Huh, Layne?

Nothing.

I just want you to tell me what you saw.

It happened...

fast, quick.

What were you doing in the park?

This little old girl

I meet there sometimes, you know?

She didn't show up,

But on my way I seen a kid.

Toot's kid.

Here you go.

Eatin' a ice cream.

Bye-bye, boys and girls.

What about Toot?

Well, when I got to the park,

I seen him in the bushes,

and then he was gone.

He was gone, like I said, quick.

- He ran away. - No, no, no.

Jesus, man, Buster got him.

Buster?

Yeah, B-B-B-Buster, ya dumb fuck!

Who'd ya think?

Buck Treadway didn't see Buster Dockins

in Flat Shores Park.

He saw you!

Aw, don't you get it?

You don't get it, do you, numb nuts?

What's the matter?

Don't you believe in revengeance?

- Huh? - It can't be Buster.

Yeah, and he ain't coming around

to collect Papa Joe's big fat ass, nor yours, neither.

What about your big fat ass?

I'm safe. I'm safe, Layne, see?

Ain't got me no kids. Hello! Hello! Hello!

Unlike you and Papa Joe.

Okay.

So how do you suppose this happens?

I scream!

Old Buster's ice cream.

He gives it to the kids, see?

only it's different...

special.

Your kid bites it, you bite the big one.

...for ice cream.

Shoulda kept your wee-wee in your pants there, Daddy-o.

Them kids will be the death of you!

You son of a bitch!

You scream!

Do you hear that?

We all scream for ice cream.

You hear that?

Ooh!

Go on, kid. Get even.

I scream...

you scream...

You're still the meanest bastard I ever met.

Ooh, fightin' words. Angry words!

'Cept I don't give two shits

for your body nor for your soul.

Whoo! Whoops.

Uh...

Hey, uh...

What the--

Give--G-Give me a hand, will you?

Will you, Layne?

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Layne?

Layne?

Over here.

What's going on?

I need you to do something for me--for us.

For the whole family.

What?

I need you to do this--

without asking any questions, without hesitation,

because... you trust me.

I want you to take Toby and MaryLyn to your mother's house.

I'm asking you again.

Honey, that's a four-hour drive.

Please.

Another one gone.

I checked.

Cheery Tyme Ice Cream hasn't fielded a truck

in more than 20 years.

I'm open to suggestions

as what we can do about it.

Joe, does any of your brood hate you enough

to want to kill you?

Joe Lee's my youngest.

He wandered, too, but I grounded him,

and he seemed okay. He understood.

That's not gonna matter if he hears the call tonight.

Nobody's gonna believe your story, you know.

I don't care what nobody believes.

Nobody wasn't standing there when Virg dissolved.

Hell, like melting ice cream?

Virg doesn't have any kids.

The man bragged about rape!

It ain't a stretch to think

one of his wild sperms must've gotten away!

So it's... like a voodoo doll, then.

The kids eat ice cream, and the parents die.

Oh, Christ, Joe.

He came from my kids last night.

He missed, so Virg got tagged.

You say Joe Lee was out last night, too.

So what?

I ain't afraid to die.

Listen to me.

He comes out at night.

He's cold.

Frozen.

Would you listen to yourself?

You don't fight this kind of thing.

It just... collects you.

Joe, we have to secure the kids.

If we--

It won't do any good.

We're all guilty, aren't we?

Us. Not our families.

Looks like you should've told her why, old buddy.

Go on. Lock your kids down.

Use duct tape if you have to.

We're losing the light.

Why are you still here?

I just thought I'd wait and see

if you made more sense after I had my coffee.

Now I'm thinking, I am not leaving ignorant,

especially if you're in trouble.

God damn it.

They're fighting.

Do you want to know the truth?

Buster Dockins has come back to kill us,

all The West Side Bunch.

Papa Joe and I are the only ones left.

We all scream for ice cream.

He uses the kids to get us,

the grown-ups, the fathers.

If I'm right, this will be over by morning.

If I'm wrong, I'm crazy.

Either way, I want you and the kids safe.

I love you, but please go now.

Kids, get in the car right now.

Are you getting a divorce?

Go. I love you.

I scream...

No, Toby, MaryLyn!

Oh, God, stay in the car!

We all scream...

No!

Aah!

It's Cheery Tyme!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

We all scream for ice cream, Buster.

Go ahead.

Get yourself some sweet revenge, kid.

Uhh...

God damn it, Joe, answer the phone.

I scream...

you scream...

We all scream...

Bring it on, you son of a bitch.

for ice cream.

Buster!

Buster, come on out.

It's just down to you and me now.

It looks like you're today's special flavor.

Where's Papa Joe?

You want to see him?

You really wanna see him?

Well, your wish is my command.

Here he is!

But wait.

You've been such a good boy

that you get a special treat.

You're fucked, Buster.

They're not here. I sent them far away.

Really?

I scream...

you scream. You scream.

We all scream for ice cream.

Who wants ice cream?

I do! Let me go!

Damn it!

I do! Me!

No! Buster!

Let me go!

Buster!

Buster...

I'm sorry.

There isn't a day in my life that I won't be.

I'm sorry...

y-you're s-sorry...

we're all so sorry!

We did you wrong,

and the one thing no one ever did

was apologize.

You're really s-s-sorry?

Yes, I am.

You'll never know how much.

But now it's time for you to go.

You were the first to say my name,

so you get this for free!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

What kind of ice cream?

The best ice cream in the whole world!

You betcha! Here you go!

No! It's mine!

MaryLyn, no!

All right, everybody! It's time for dessert.

I deserve it! No!

Just desserts.

What are you waiting for, kids?

Let's all get even.

Let go!

Aah!

It's Ch-Ch-Ch-Cheery Tyme!

Aah!

Oh, my.

Hey, Buster,

nothing beats home-made.

Oh, God.

Oh...

Eww.

Where did he go?

Back where he belongs.

I'm gonna miss you, old buddy.

Do we really get to stay out of school a whole extra week

because we're moving?

Absolutely. Maybe two.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

I scream...

you... scream...

We all scream...

For ice cream!