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(light music)

- Roar.

(triumphal music)

(light music)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(guns firing)

(dramatic music)

(cracking thunder)

(triumphal music)

- And that folks, is the story of our very own, Sudsy Slim.

Now our little town Scratcher Pass

has grown quite a bit since Sudsy's time.

And there's even been stories about

a treasure of gold that Sudsy had hidden.

But to this day, it's never been found.

Any questions?

Yeah, go right on ahead.

- Can we still find gold here?

- Well, unfortunately the gold ran out

in the 1920s, but since then the towns people

found something that is just as exciting as gold.

Can you guess what it is?

- Diamonds?

- No, no, not diamonds.

- Rubies?

- Yeah, rubies would've been good.

But what the towns people found was asbestos.

Yeah, this entire mountain is covered in it.

Check out this cool asbestos rock.

Here kid, you can keep that as a souvenir.

Unfortunately for reasons that we won't go into

asbestos isn't as sought after these days

as we would have hoped.

And now for even more fun.

My friend Wally here will take you on a tour

of some of the actual asbestos mines

that used to be in production.

Now kids, if you're good I'm sure that Wally

will let you use one of his pick axes

so you can do a little asbestos mining of your own.

- Is this really safe?

- Oh yeah, Wally's been doing it his whole life.

- Please follow me.

(funky music)

(groaning)

- [Burt] We made it!

Hurry up.

(dramatic music)

- [Old Woman] Help!

(dramatic music)

- Give it up, Ripper.

There's no way out.

- Have it your way.

But I'm adding another one to my list.

And this one's on you.

(dramatic music)

(guns firing)

(meowing)

- [Old Woman] He shot my cat!

(dramatic music)

- I need to catch my breath.

- What, god, we, we don't have time for, come on.

I told you from the beginning to work on your cardio.

- Last thing I wanted to do was toned up

and start looking attractive in that place.

So now that we're out, what's this big plan of yours?

You don't need to keep it secret anymore.

- It's simple.

We steal a car and we drive to Canada, done.

- I like the plan.

- Great.

- It is simple.

- Don't care.

- What car do you wanna take?

- All right, new plan.

We hike 'til we find a car.

We steal that car and we drive to Canada.

It's a simple plan.

- Right.

- You're the one with the map!

- Right.

- It's like breaking out of prison with my sister's kids.

- There's actually roads all over the place.

- Great, pick one.

- There's a city close by.

It's called Lidel Rock.

- Called what?

Little Rock?

- It's right here.

Yeah, you just take the 30 up to the 430

and it takes you right in.

- Little Rock's in.

Little Rock's in Arkansas!

We're in Alaska!

It doesn't, it doesn't matter.

- What are we gonna do?

- I don't need it now.

- What are we gonna do?

- We don't need a map.

We don't need a map.

The guards talk about a little town in the mountains.

Simple, we hike to the mountains, we find a car,

we steal that car, and we drive to Canada.

- What's the name of it?

- It doesn't matter what the name of it is!

We hike to the mountains.

We find a car, we steal that car

and we drive to Canada.

- Okay.

- Simple.

(light music)

- Isn't Canada that way, Burt?

Wait up.

(funky music)

- It's clothes.

Let's hit that clothes line.

(rushing water)

(grunting)

Get, get something on.

What are you wearing?

- It's the only thing that fit me.

- You look like your mother.

- Thank you, Burt.

- Hey, get against the wall.

There's people, there's people.

Get against the wall.

Get against the wall!

- There's somebody over there.

- Hey!

(whistling)

It's a dummy.

(upbeat music)

- All right.

Over there is the house

of our current mayor and over here

we have the Scratcher Pass jail

with US Deputy Marshal James M. Schuss standing guard.

We are currently working on getting

a grant for a more masculine representation

of our marshal here but until that time comes

the Mayor has generously donated this from his, um

private collection, yeah.

It was actually right here on this very street

that the famous gun battle took place.

Sudsy along with two of his gang members

were mortally wounded.

Of course, back in Sudsy's day Scratcher Pass

wasn't quite as large.

There were fewer buildings and there was just

a muddy road.

Do we have any questions?

- Uh, yes you in the purple blouse, uh shirt.

- Thank you.

I was just wondering, this Sudsy guy

instead of getting into a gunfight and dying,

wanted to drive to say, Canada.

Which direction would he go?

- Interesting, never been asked that before.

- Smooth.

- Well seeing is how Scratcher Pass was

and still is off the road system,

and there were no cars around here

in the early 1900s, I'd say Sudsy would have

to travel the 50 plus miles by foot, horse, or dog sled

that direction to the nearest town, Gangrene Gulch.

And then from there it's another 200 miles to Canada.

But of course today he would just hop

on a plane and fly out.

Any other questions, no?

All right well let me just take

this opportunity to say thank you so much

for being part of the Sudsy Slim experience.

May I remind you that our gift shop

is open until 6:00 and we are having

a two for one special of Sudsy Slim lip balm

and asbestos oven mitts.

So check it out.

(light music)

- What are we gonna do, Burt?

- Shut up and follow me.

(light music)

- Hey look, I'm Sudsy Slim.

- Beat it, kid!

Or you'll end up on the side of a milk carton.

I don't like people touching me.

(cackling)

- Oh no.

- Well Gladys that's the last tour of the day.

I'm gonna go upstairs and change

and then head to the Slippery Nickel

and get something to eat.

- Sounds good, sweetheart.

I might see ya there later.

After I close up me and Hobart

are gonna go meet Snake Eyes and toss back

a couple boiler makers.

- All right, see ya there.

- Oh hey, real quick, one last question.

How often do those planes come in and outta town here?

- Every four days.

- Right.

- Didn't they tell you guys that

when you flew in here?

- Oh I'm sure they did.

We were just sleeping.

- Mm.

(flashing camera)

- [Burt] Mountains.

(ominous music)

Quit touching, what?

- Look.

(ominous music)

- Say cheese.

(flashing camera)

- That'll be five dollars, please.

Uh, for you fellas it's on the house today.

Have a good one.

(ominous music)

- That's right, you guys missed

the first part of the tour featuring Sudsy himself.

- That thing gives me the willies.

- Woof, he's something all right.

- You're right about that.

Living, he was the town's worst enemy

but ironically dead, he's the only thing keeping

this town alive.

His story and his corpse are what bring in the tourists.

Without him, we'd be finished.

- So without this dried up mountain pirate

this whole down just--

- Pass away like a fart in the wind.

- Pretty much.

- Classy.

- Hey, where is his gun?

- It actually went missing after the gun fight.

- Kate?

Can I borrow you for a second?

- Yeah, excuse me, gentlemen.

(dramatic music)

- Hey.

I know how we're getting outta here.

(dramatic music)

(ethereal music)

All right, like I said.

The plan is simple.

We steal Sudsy.

We ransom him for some cash

and then we catch the next flight to Canada.

- Is it me or does he seem a lot more menacing

than he did earlier?

- He just looks like a bag of that jerky shoved

into a cowboy suit.

- Looks like his eyes are following me wherever I go.

Not feeling to sure about this, Burt.

- Look, are we doing this or not?

We're doing it.

Glad we agree.

Help me pry this thing off of here.

(dramatic music)

What are you standing there for?

- I ain't touching him, he's dead.

- Grab him.

Afraid he's just gonna jump out

and eat your brains?

(screaming)

- Ow.

- That was close.

Almost over reacted.

- To me there's no wrong thing you could put on a pizza.

- Except a Greek pizza.

- I am not a fan of anchovies.

I just really don't like the anchovies.

- What's the matter with you?

You don't like anchovies?

- [Gladys] I don't like fish, I don't like seafood.

- [Hobart] That's what this place needs.

This place needs a good pizza joint.

- Oh that, yeah.

A nice thin crust pizza.

Son of a, I can't find the.

Hey, wait here just a second.

I think I left something in the cash register.

I'll be right down.

- Well hurry up, I'm thirsty.

- I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying.

- Chicago style or New York style?

- For 100 year old dead guy he is not light.

- [Gladys] Somethings wrong with me.

- [Snake Eyes] You get here to the end of the world

and you have no life experience.

You don't even know what pizza is.

- [Hobart] Do I look lost, fella?

- [Snake Eyes] You've been spending your time eating all

these gophers and stuff, I mean look at ya.

- [Hobart] I've never had gopher.

- Now where did I?

I'm gonna check the.

(beeping)

Now where are you?

What, oh man.

(ominous music)

- What do we do?

- Cover his face.

- Oh.

(ominous music)

(screaming)

- Did you hear that?

Is that normal?

I don't really.

- For her?

(wailing)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What is going on up there?

- Hey, hey, settle.

This ain't helping.

Settle down!

Now what happened?

- He assaulted me.

- Who, who assaulted you?

- Sudsy assaulted me.

- What?

- I saw him, he ran up the stairs.

I think he's trying to escape out the back.

He assaulted me!

It was terrible.

- The dead guy assaulted you?

He's behind glass.

- All right, all right, all right.

Stay here with Hobart.

I'll go around back and check it out.

Honestly, god.

- Be careful, oh it was terrible.

- Breathe.

(heavy breathing)

(ominous music)

- Sudsy?

Come out, come out wherever you are.

What a crock.

- What are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?

- Hold this, hold this.

I got an idea.

- What are you doing?

- We're going over.

- What?

(screaming)

- Did you hear that?

- It's probably nothing, move.

All right, you go over the rope.

I'll send the stuff after ya.

Look up!

Get over here and grab this body.

The one on top.

(grunting)

And the rope.

(dramatic music)

- My god, what happened?

Oh!

- Oh.

- Is that a finger in your eye?

- I'm gonna go get the Mayor.

(sobbing)

- All right, we're clear.

(sobbing)

Shit, get in the, hide.

- Mr. Mayor!

- Son, I am so proud of you

for pulling out your own tooth.

- That's right.

Tonight you get to leave it under your pillow

and while you're sleeping

the tooth fairy is gonna come flying through

that window and leave you something special.

- Hide!

(dramatic music)

- Oh, Mr. Mayor!

I gotta go get the Mayor, I gotta get the Mayor.

- That was a freebie.

- What was a freebie?

- Get over here.

(dramatic music)

- Hey Burt, I can't. - What, what?

- I just, it's too heavy.

- I'll help! - It's too heavy.

- I'll help.

- Thank you, Burt.

- There, better? - No.

- [Burt] Come on!

- Was he missing a finger before we stole him?

- [Mayor] I beg you madam, contain yourself.

What is the matter, what is?

Oh my, what happened to Snake Eyes?

- Sudsy bush whacked him.

- And he left this in my eyeball.

(light music)

- Holy zombie apocalypse.

(protestors clamoring)

- You don't have nine lives.

(protesters clamoring)

(phones ringing)

- [Receptionist] ABCD?

Yes, it's really a thing.

- Mark Hucksta for AKN News.

On the scene where an angry crowd

is protesting the tragic shooting

of a beloved cat named Mr. Tibbles.

The atmosphere is highly charged

with tension and the smell of Bengay.

Police have released the video footage

of the incident hoping to calm things down

but if anything, it has only added fuel to the fire.

Watch.

We can see the ABCD agent pointing his gun

at Mr. Tibbles, his owner, and an unidentified man

whom I assume is a family friend.

Wait, wait, we just got word

that the unidentified man might

have been a serial killer.

So he's either a family friend or a serial killer.

(chuckling)

We've edited out the actual shooting

due to it's horrifying graphic nature

but we can see the aftermath

as the ABCD agent walks over to inspect his victim.

That's just something you never quite get used to seeing.

Things are getting pretty heated here

as you can hear in the background.

You get the sense that with any slight provocation

anything could happen.

- [Protester] Fake news!

- Oh!

- Ha!

Grover, Grover.

- Do I come down to the bingo Parlor

and throw bricks at you?

- [Protester] You suck!

- Hey man, so you seen today's paper?

- Mr. Tibbles riots enter third day.

ABCD agent or heartless kitty assassin?

Are you kidding me?

(chuckling)

- Oh man.

- Can you believe this garbage?

The press is calling Mr. Tibbles a kitten now.

That cat is over 14 years old

and lost it's tail to diabetes.

He was practically dead before I shot him.

Aside from grazing him, that stupid cat

is very much alive.

- Look, you caught a serial killer

that's been terrorizing the city for weeks.

You did what you had to do.

There are a lot of grateful people out there.

- [Protester] You suck!

- Well, maybe not out there, but out there.

- It certainly doesn't feel like it.

- Sit down, I do have some good news for you.

The review board came back

and declared your shooting of the ripper as justified.

It's my privilege to give you your gun back.

- That's good.

- I also have a case for you.

It appears to be a missing persons.

- We don't normally handle those.

Scratcher Pass.

You're sending us to Scratcher Pass?

- No, I'm sending you to Scratcher Pass.

Agent Grover will hold the fort down here while you're gone.

I figured it's a good chance

to get you outta town for a little bit.

You know, until this Tibbles thing blows over

and the cat ladies go home.

- I don't even know where this place is.

- It's off the road systems.

You'll be flying out.

The only info we have is from a voice message left

by the town mayor.

The details are a bit scarce.

It seems a mudslide took out the phone lines

and there's no cell service up there, either.

You'll be flying out.

I booked you on a charter.

You have an hour to get your stuff together

and head to the airport.

- [Protesters] Shame, shame, shame on Sherman.

- Oh and Sherman, take your time

while you're out there to see the sights.

(splattering eggs)

Maybe do a little gold panning, fishing.

- [Protester] You suck!

- Why don't you grow some facial hair?

A lot of facial hair.

(splattering eggs)

(uplifting music)

- Wow, it's absolutely beautiful out here.

I bet you never get tired of the scenery.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

Uh, okay.

I can fly this.

No I can't, I can't fly this.

Don't be dead.

Wake up, wake up, wake up!

Please don't be dead!

- Be there in 10 minutes.

Wow, look at that scenery.

I never get tired of looking at that.

(ethereal music)

- Hello.

My name's Kate.

I wasn't expecting any tourists in today.

How was your flight?

- Uneventful, you know.

Aside from my pilot being Rip Van Winkle.

- Oh.

- Kate. - Hey.

- Here's the mail for Froderick

and the newspaper that I promised the Mayor.

- Perfect.

- Good to see ya again. - Bye.

- Good flying with ya.

- I'm agent Sherman with

the Alaska Bureau of Criminal Detection.

We got a report of a missing persons.

- Oh, wonderful.

I knew the Mayor called for help

but I didn't realize anyone got the message

because a mudslide took out our phone lines

at about the same time.

- Here I am.

- Alaska Bureau of Criminal Detection.

Is that really a thing?

- Yes, it's really a thing that I work for.

- Huh, never heard of it.

- We're getting a website.

So Kate, could you fill me in on some of the details?

Who it is, the circumstances

of their disappearance?

- Well, the who is Sudsy Slim.

As far as the circumstances,

I think I better let the Mayor fill you in on those.

Town is just two miles up the mountain.

(funky music)

Hello, Mayor.

- Oh.

- Here's you're newspaper.

Thanks for letting me borrow the four wheeler.

I had to get the mail to Froderick.

And guess who I bumped into at the air strip.

This is Agent Sherman.

- Holy rug!

- I beg your pardon.

- Your rug, it's got holes in it.

- It's a hard wood floor.

- Mayor, this is the gentlemen

that's gonna help us with our little problem.

- Oh, Agent Sherman!

Thank you for coming so quickly.

We're terribly worried about our Sudsy.

Now some introductions are in order.

This is my assistant Hobart.

This is Mr. Snake Eyes he, he.

- I fix things.

- Yes.

- And this is Digger.

He's our local undertaker and outhouse engineer.

- Outhouse engineer?

- I like digging holes.

It don't matter to me what you fill 'em with.

Bodies or turds.

- Ah.

- Now, now, now please sit, sit, sit.

Now, Agent Sherman.

Have we met somewhere before?

- Uh, no, no reason we should have met.

- Ah, but your face is so familiar.

I just can't seem to put my finger on it.

- Nah, just one of those faces, I guess.

Can I borrow your newspaper.

I love the Sudoku puzzle.

- Yeah of course, help yourself.

- Thank you.

(meowing)

- Oh dear, oh I am so terribly sorry.

Can't imagine what's gotten into Higgins.

He's usually so well behaved.

He must know you're a cat person.

- Well, I do have a history with cats.

Um, anyway.

Mr. Mayor could you fill me in

on this missing persons case.

Kate said the man's name is Sudsy Slim?

- Yes, that's correct.

- Okay, and what makes you think he's actually missing?

Did he not show up for work the other day or what?

- He did not show up for work, that is correct.

- And is it safe to assume this is unusual behavior for him?

- Incredibly unusual, he's just always there.

- Now is it possible that there was foul play involved?

- Agent Sherman the thing is, Sudsy just seems

to have run off into the woods one night.

- After he assaulted some people.

- Is Sudsy usually violent?

- Well, he does have a history of violence.

Although it's been awhile.

- How long?

- Oh, about 100 years.

- Of course.

- Sherman, wait!

- When's the next plane out of here?

- Four days.

- Please, Sherman just listen to me.

We could really use your help.

- I catch armed robbers, serial killers,

really bad people.

I don't go chasing after people

that have been dead for over 100 years.

- It's not gonna work.

You see a mudslide took out our phone lines and--

- Phone lines, yeah.

That's what I heard.

What about the cell tower?

- They were next to the phone lines.

Look, I'm sorry okay.

But I had to leave out a few small details

to get somebody up here.

If we told the whole truth no one would have believed us.

- I'm still having a little trouble

with the believing part.

You know, because zombies.

- Okay.

At least let me buy you a drink.

It's not like you have anywhere to go at the moment.

(funky music)

- There we go, cranberry juice for you.

Usual for you.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Kate, you do know that this Sudsy thing

is pretty ridiculous, right?

I mean there's no way I can help you with this.

- You know, the man was a real crap weasel

when he was alive.

I can only imagine what he's like undead.

But this town depends on him.

When he was alive Sudsy and his gang used

to make quite a living conning

and cheating, anyone that came into this town.

- How'd he end up dying?

- Eventually the brought in a deputy marshal

to restore law and order.

And things came to a head pretty quickly.

There was a cool spaghetti western style shootout

on the main street leaving Sudsy

and a couple of his gang members dead.

- Ah ha.

- This town really needs him.

I mean we all dress the part to make

it fun for the visitors but at the end

of the day, it's Sudsy that they're here to see.

- Can I get you anything else?

- Oh, no thank you Donka.

- Donka?

- Oh, it is gypsy.

By day I am bartender.

But by night I am the all seeing Donka.

Look, I have sign over there.

- Is your crystal ball a cantaloupe?

(ominous music)

(moaning)

- Bullets fly, guns blaze, witnesses see through the haze.

The law man, the law man falls lifeless to the ground.

His chest is still.

His breath, not a sound.

(crackling electricity)

Oh, there.

Small sample, enjoy.

- And you just met Donka.

- I didn't really notice any other law men in town.

- Nope, you're the only one.

I mean she's picked a couple Superbowl's.

- Yeah, I think I'm gonna turn in for the night.

- Wait Sherman, before you do

can you just come check out the crime scene?

- Obviously the plexiglass goes to Sudsy's coffin?

- Yes.

- Judging by the nails I'd say Sudsy's side

is facing up.

Kate, were these scratches here before?

- No, they weren't.

- It looks like.

- Like he was trying to claw his way out?

Yeah, I know.

- Except a dead guy's not gonna claw his way out and escape.

(dramatic music)

So, is this our suspect?

- That's him, that's the pervert.

Treating me like some sexy piece of meat.

Though you can't blame a guy for trying.

- Yuck.

- So you say you're some kind of detective fella?

- Uh, yeah.

- Yes, Gladys this is Agent Sherman.

He's a member of the Alaska Bureau of,

I'm sorry what was it again?

- Alaska Bureau of Criminal Detection.

- He's an ABCD agent.

- Ha!

That sounds like some kind of Sesame Street thing.

(chuckling)

- Gladys, can you fill me in

on the details of last night?

- Oh yeah, it was terrifying.

See I work here as a cashier and I came back

late last night because I left my vodka in cash register.

- Is that what's in your glass right now?

(chortle)

- Heaven's no, it's way too early for that.

This is a martini.

- Okay, please continue.

- I was standing right here behind the counter.

When suddenly I felt like I was being watched

and the hairs on the back of my neck started

to get all prickly.

So I went over to the stairs to investigate

and that's when he jumped at me and his tongue

was all hanging out.

I think he was trying to french me.

- Ugh.

- You know, and I'm not that kind of a girl.

Well, not on the first date.

Well, or not the first 10 minutes

of the first date at least.

So, I screamed and I fell over backwards

and by the time I opened my eyes

I saw him go flying up the stairs

and that is when I ran out screaming.

- Okay, so Gladys was Sudsy alone when he assaulted you?

- He was all alone and very lusty.

- Oh yeah, of course.

I mean he's been in a box for 100 years.

He's probably ready for a date night.

- All right, I think that's all we need.

Thank you so much for your time, Gladys.

- [Gladys] Now where's that tequila?

- Hello?

- Welcome to the Scratcher's Inn and Post Office.

- Ah, I didn't see you there.

- My apologies.

I was tending to my crops.

- What crops?

- How may I help you today?

- I'm Agent Sherman.

I have a room reservation for here.

- Agent, real estate huh?

- Uh, no.

Alaska Bureau of Criminal Detection.

- ABCD, that's really a thing?

- It's really a thing.

- Do you ever feel kind of stupid

when you have to kick in a door

and scream, "Freeze, ABCD Agent!"

- Do you have my room key?

- Ah.

Room 1102, the annulment suite.

- What's with the orange thing?

- That's for if you drop it into the outhouse.

You need to retrieve it.

- Okay, please tell me this is clean.

- What's clean?

- Did you say annulment suite?

- You'll understand when you see it.

- Okay, could you just please show me to my room?

- Allow me to take your bag.

(ominous music)

(crackling thunder)

(ominous music)

- [Donka Voiceover] The lawman, the lawman.

- Bullets fly, guns blaze,

witnesses see through the haze.

- [Donka Voiceover] The lawman, the lawman.

- The law man falls lifeless to the ground.

His chest is still.

His breath, not a sound.

(maniacal laughing)

- Wanna spoon?

(wailing)

(light music)

- All right, I back tracked, found his arm.

Also there's a cabin back there.

We must've passed it in the dark.

We can probably use it as a hideout.

- I don't like the way he's looking at me.

- He's also missing some more fingers

but you know, nothing important.

It's like keeping together a jigsaw puzzle.

Here, give me that tape from the gift shop.

The duct tape, from the.

I know, it's fine.

Yeah, that's right, whatever.

That's fine, I'll just do it.

Hopefully this, will keep him from losing any more pieces.

- He just stares at me.

- Don't you think if he was gonna come alive

he woulda done it before now?

Like when he was fresh?

- Yeah well, what about the mummy?

- What mummy?

- You know, a mummy.

Thousands of years old, the mummy's curse.

He returns from the dead

to claim his victims for disturbing his rest, the mummy.

- You think that happened?

That that's real life?

All right, all right.

Okay.

Look at him.

He is against the trees.

He's in the grass.

He's hanging out with us.

Enjoying nature's bounty.

I like to believe that if he came to life right now

he'd thank us for taking him camping, right?

- No, he's angry.

- I'm ang!

Okay, exhaustion seems to have made you a bit weird.

Why don't you come over

and grab your traveling companion

and we'll go back to that cabin, get some rest.

And, and visit this anew tomorrow.

- Right.

- Yeah, okay.

- Right.

(light music)

- Good morning.

This is your wake up call.

And I need to borrow a pair of your socks.

- Wake up call, socks?

The door was locked.

- The locks here don't actually work.

They serve as more of a decorative function.

- What?

Why are you in here?

- I have a message from Kate.

Both here and Alex are awaiting you at the Slippery Nickel.

Also, you're out of toilet paper.

And toothpaste.

- So, how's the food here?

- Best place to eat in town.

- What my sister fails to say

is that it's one of the only places to eat in town.

Gosh, I'd kill for a McDonald's.

Well, not really kill.

Figuratively speaking because that would be illegal, right?

- Last I checked.

Tell me, Alex.

What do you like to do for fun?

- I like to invent things, look!

I made this the other day.

I call it a shock bow.

- Is that a spork?

- Yeah!

- I wouldn't.

That thing is like a taser on steroids.

- Oh, very nice.

- Yeah, I shot my sister in the leg the other day.

- Yeah, put a hole in my favorite jeans.

Although I could charge my phone just by holding it

for the next couple of hours.

- You're welcome.

(triumphal music)

- Pardon the interruption.

We were hoping to speak with Agent Sherman for a moment.

- By all means.

- Well, we're in a bit of a predicament.

You see our town relies heavily,

or should I say solely on tourism

for it's survival.

And the thing that sets our town apart

from other towns is that we have Sudsy's, well corpse,

for people to see.

Now that Sudsy has disappeared things

have become rather desperate

and so we put our contingency plan into effect

but it didn't work as well as we had hoped.

- I put old man Peterson in Sudsy's coffin.

- What?

- Don't worry, Peterson's been dead at least three months.

- Isn't that awesome?

- Um, Alex why don't you wait outside.

We need to talk to the Mayor.

- Fine.

- Yes, good lad.

Yes, what Digger and Hobart are trying to say

is that we put a substitute body in Sudsy's place.

For tourists.

But as the body had been in the ground

for some months it had become

the home of several thousand worms

and when the body began to warm up it--

- He split open, like a birthday pinata.

- It's a bit of a PR nightmare.

- Yeah, and it's highly illegal.

- Oh we stuffed him back in his hole.

- Yeah, it's all good.

Plus we got a whole mess of fishing worms.

- Now the reason that I have come

is that I am putting together a team

of men to track down Sudsy.

But I need a person to lead the team.

A person of experience.

And I would like that person to be you.

- You want me to form a posse?

- Well, I like to think of it more as a recovery team.

- I see.

- You are an experienced law man.

All we need you to do is to find Sudsy

and bring him back so we can put him back

on display where he belongs.

- And we'll probably have to kill him again.

- What Hobart is trying to say

is that as Sudsy is already dead

why there's no crime in leaving him in that state.

Even if you have to shoot him a few times

in the process.

- Your recovery team is sounding a lot like

an assassination team.

- Oh you would have some of the town's top men.

You will have some warm bodies to fill out your team.

- We might be able to get a real bonafide

Indian guide and tracker.

(ethereal music)

- Hello.

- Raj could be our tracker.

- Did somebody order the pork vindaloo?

- Oh that would be me!

- Ah, my friend.

- Raj here runs the Indian food stand

at the end of the road.

What do you call that Raj?

- Ah yes, Kid Curries.

And I must say I am proud to be farthest north

curry stand in the whole US.

- Yes, and he also moonlights as a hiker and trail guide.

- Yes, yes.

I heard you mention tracker?

- We need a tracker.

Someone who can find things.

- I am more of a hiker, not a tracker.

- Are you kidding me, Raj.

Last week I lost my keys, couldn't find them.

Looked everywhere, you delivered my dum aloo

and found them right away.

- That's because I found them in your door.

- Ah, but you also found my cat Higgins

when I told you he was missing a few weeks back.

- No, no, no.

He was pooping in the flower pot outside my stand.

Right okay, so I have found a few things

but I don't think that qualifies me

to go tracking down.

What is this you're tracking?

- Oh, we're gonna hunt down Sudsy and bring him back.

- Okay, let me get this straight.

You want me help you track down a 100 year old zombie

that goes leaping rooftop to rooftop

poking out random people's eyes?

- Yes, that's right.

- You know, in my culture we put our dead in boats,

light them on fire, then send them down the Ganges

so we don't have problems like this.

- That's funny, I never would have figured you for a viking.

(sighing)

- I'm out.

- What?

- Well it's a shame about your food stand, Raj.

- Pardon me?

- Well your lease is up at the end of the month

and Duck Won has an interest in establishing

a Korean food stand.

I understand that he makes a kimchi that's to die for.

And we really need everyone on board here, Raj.

- Fine, but I'm not going to like this.

- Excellent.

Now, Agent Sherman will you lead them?

- I have to admit I am interested

in seeing how this goes.

And I don't think it would hurt

to do a little poking around.

But, mostly to ensure that there's no unnecessary

assassinating going on.

- Well, suit yourself.

As long as we get our Sudsy back.

Gear up, men!

You leave in an hour.

Thank you, Donka.

(dramatic music)

- All right, do we have everyone?

Looks like you're all loaded for bear.

What's this, no gun?

- I really don't like guns.

It's bear mace.

You know, for bear.

- More like hiker seasoning.

- Hey, I've used this once before

and it worked just fine, okay.

- Using it on a ground squirrel

that walked into your food hut two weeks ago

doesn't really count.

- Oh that's where he got the spicy curry special last week.

- That was good.

- [Raj] Thank you.

- Is this a flash grenade?

- It's better than a fly rod.

- You know what, I don't even wanna know where you got it.

Just take it off and leave it here.

We can't take that with us.

Is that the pin?

- Oh sh..!

(explosion)

(light music)

(snoring)

(shouting)

- Sudsy, he was crawling right at me!

- He fell off the chair.

- I swear I saw him move.

- As he fell, Andrew.

- It looked like he was reaching for me or something.

- That's what happens when things fall, they move.

Have you slept?

(grunting)

Well.

You're getting a little delusional.

He's back in the chair now.

If you have another nightmare, suck your thumb.

(light music)

- Look.

- Ah, what?

- An old gun.

Some ammo.

A newspaper.

It's from 1914.

And there's a story on Sudsy

and his gang conning a group of nuns

out of their rosary beads and their sacramental wine.

And there's a picture.

- Neat.

Huh.

Hey.

SS.

- Do you think it was Sudsy and his gang's hideout.

He was just there.

He was trying to reach for his gun, right?

- No, not right!

- He was trying to reach his gun.

That's what he was doing, do you understand?

- Wrong, he's dead.

I've told you before.

Cowboy crypt keeper there ain't moving.

The dead don't crawl.

The dead don't jump.

The dead sit there and be dead.

- He jumped out.

- He didn't jump, he fell.

Additionally, we don't know where this cabin came from.

We can't say this is Sudsy's cabin

or his gang's cabin, or this is even his stuff.

It could just be some weird fan boy's

make believe playhouse.

You've seen the town.

You need a little bit more than an old gun

and some bullets in a cabin in Alaska

to prove to me that this is Sudsy's cabin.

- How about these rosary beads?

(dramatic music)

- We all seem to be recovering just fine.

Aside from Wally who was kind enough

to take the brunt of the blast.

He'll be sitting this one out.

Yeah, let's hit the road.

- What'd you say?

- [Snake Eyes] You're all right, Wally!

Walk it off!

- [Raj] This is going to be a very long day.

(funky music)

- Well, one lock, one key right?

(chuckling)

Looks like Sudsy was one of the original preppers here.

There we go.

Here, get the bag.

There we go.

- Looks like we have some 100 year old clam pudding.

- Oh, neat.

Huh?

- Cool.

(funky music)

- So do you know where you're going?

- Eh, I like to put myself in place of the undead.

100 year old zombie.

Fresh from the ground.

Really get into his mind.

And then I follow his fingers.

- What?

- His fingers.

I found these a few miles back

at the beginning of the trail.

And look, there's another one.

- You are good at finding things.

- It's a gift.

- Check it out, fingers.

- Ugh, too soon.

- What are you doing?

- What's it look like I'm doing?

That thing didn't fit.

I mean, there's some nice stuff in here.

Shame for it to go to waste.

Might as well put it on.

- You uh?

Here, let's see what else.

Well, put that on.

(light music)

Get this stuff bagged up.

Hey, think this used to be jerky?

- It's a little dry.

(light music)

- What's up, man?

Why'd you stop?

- Hey man, I'm peeing.

- Oh, ah yeah!

- The show's over.

- Yeah, yeah.

Let's go!

(dramatic music)

- I don't feel good.

- Well, you shouldn't have eaten

that 100 year old beef jerky.

- Ugh.

- Where'd we put that paper and pen?

I'm gonna write a ransom note.

- It's on the window sill.

- Hey Burt, wouldn't have been easier

and save more time if we just left

the ransom note at the scene

when we first took Sudsy?

- Shut up, Andrew!

This is my first kidnapping, all right.

I didn't have all the pieces previously

as we do now, all right?

- Right.

- Don't you worry about the thinking game.

- Right.

- I've got it all.

It's also more dramatic this way.

- Right, right.

- He's rocking, you see that right?

- Yeah, I see it.

All right look, there's five of us and only one of him.

- Yeah, but he's undead.

- I need you all to follow my lead

and just don't do anything stupid.

Sudsy!

Come out with your hands up.

We have you surrounded.

- Get down, get down!

Get Sudsy and get down!

Get down here.

- Did you see that?

Sudsy just jumped outta the chair.

- Go! ah!

- He's kicking out the windows!

- Hey, get out!

Take this!

(Andrew screaming)

- Get down!

(gunshot)

Open fire!

- Get him!

(guns firing)

- Come out and fight like a man you jerk!

(spraying)

- Ah god!

Not helping, not helping!

(guns firing)

- One of us is gonna make it!

(guns firing)

- They're coming from over here.

(guns firing)

- Every man for himself.

- Hey you, get back, chicken!

(dramatic music)

- It's not working.

It's not working!

- Give it back!

- It's not working.

(guns firing)

- Why did he have to use a revolver?

(guns firing)

- Whoa, that's it!

You're up.

- Oh jeez.

- Oh wait, oh crap I'm out.

- Yeah me, too.

(gun shot)

- Oh hey, guys.

- Sissy.

- Well what do we do now?

(ominous music)

- Shut up.

Stay down.

(dramatic music)

- Did you see Sudsy?

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(can hissing)

(explosion)

(screaming and coughing)

(thud)

(coughing)

- There's smoke.

There's smoke.

Come look.

You think he's dead?

- Head down the trail I'll meet you in a minute.

(ominous music)

Upgrade.

(cracking thunder)

- [Donka Voiceover] Bullets fly, guns.

The law man.

The law man falls lifeless to the ground.

His chest is still.

- Sherman?

Sherman wake up.

Sherman!

(gasping)

- Kate, what are you doing here?

- All of your friends from your little play date

came back running into town screaming

about Sudsy ambushing them

and taking you hostage.

So I formed a little search party

of my own to come and rescue the damsel in distress.

- Search party?

- Well, yeah evidently word

has gotten around that my parties stink so, I'm it.

(light music)

Plus, with a bunch of men screaming like little girls

and smelling like they soiled themselves,

not too many people were too excited

to join in on the rescue.

- I didn't need rescue, I was doing fine.

- Oh, yeah I'm sure that taking

a nap in the dirt and bleeding from your head

was all part of your grand plan to capture Sudsy.

(light music)

- My gun, so you see my gun?

- No, actually I don't.

- After my head got hit, I remember seeing Sudsy run

off into the woods.

Did he take my gun?

- We can get you another gun in town

but first we've gotta get you outta here.

(light music)

(dramatic music)

- Burt, did you notice something odd

just before the shooting started at the cabin?

- What?

- They yelled Sudsy's name.

Like they were talking to him.

- [Burt] Yeah, I guess they did, didn't they?

- [Andrew] Why would they do that?

- I don't know.

- Maybe they think Sudsy's alive.

- Well, that's stupid.

Unless.

When we took Sudsy, nobody saw us, right?

But they saw Sudsy, we know they saw Sudsy.

- Okay, but that's not what I'm talking about.

- That's weird, that would be weird.

- Yeah, I caught him crawling at me this morning.

- No, no, and at the cabin they had

to have seen him through the window.

- I swear he keeps staring at me.

- What?

- I think Sudsy's alive!

Not alive per se, but not all dead.

(light music)

- We've been over this.

He's dead.

- Right.

- Listen!

I need you to get all your duke in a duffel.

I know exactly how we're gonna finish this ransom note.

I need you to stay here with Sudsy.

He is our only ticket outta here.

(ominous music)

(running water)

(clanging metal)

(moving shower curtain)

(dramatic music)

- Did you hear that, Higgins?

It sounded like it came from outside.

(dramatic music)

(chirping birds)

Hello?

(clanging metal)

(ominous music)

- Okay, Andy.

Keep it together.

Burt will be back.

Burt will be back.

(ominous music)

(chuckling)

Might come in handy.

(ominous music)

It's better than nothing.

- [Sudsy] Hey.

(ominous music)

Hey.

Wanna spoon?

(Andy Screaming)

(Sudsy cackling)

(Andy screaming)

- Oh god!

Find your happy place, find your happy place.

(whimpering)

Find your happy place!

Find your happy place!

Find your happy place!

Find your happy place!

(screaming)

(light music)

- Hm, hepatitis again, Gladys.

- Sherman!

Sherman are you up?

- The door's unlocked.

- Sherman!

- I'll be fine.

A bump on the head isn't gonna kill me in my sleep.

- The Mayor was attacked.

- By who?

- Sudsy, apparently.

- I'll grab my coat.

(dramatic music)

- Andy, it's done!

Andy!

Andy!

Sudsy?

Where's the mine cart?

(sighing)

Andy!

Quit fooling around!

Is Sudsy okay?

So you mean, while I was gone, Sudsy

offers you a spoon?

- Yeah, but the way he said it made me feel kind of dirty.

- And then, he proceeds to chase you with the mine cart

and knock you off a cliff?

- Yes.

- You know it's occurring to me

that you have become a bit more of a liability

than you are an asset.

I've got half a mind to just leave you here.

- We could always go back.

- Go back where?

- To Moose Hump.

- To prison?

- Yeah, it's Gravy Wednesday there, it'll be great!.

- The plan is simple.

We sneak into town, we make the drop.

If we do this right nobody even knows

we were here.

And then we take that money

and fly to Canada.

You could have gravy for days.

They put it on french fries and call it poutine.

- I can't take much more of this, Burt.

- If you want me to leave you alone

and not haunt you for eternity leave 50,000 dollars cash

at the old gold mill this evening.

Come alone.

So you're saying that when you opened

the door Sudsy whacked you in the face with a shovel,

dropped this note, and then just ran away?

- Not necessarily.

I found the note stapled to his forehead

when I came to bring him his usual morning order

of Caribou Curry.

- I told you he was good at finding things.

- You were laying in the doorway with your robe wide open.

Naked as a jay bird.

- Any who, where are we going to find 50,000 dollars.

Plus we need him for the tourists.

He can't just quit and leave.

- [Raj] It is customary to give at least two weeks notice.

- I have a plan.

- Should we gather the posse?

- Yeah, sure, let's gather the posse.

The same posse that just left me for dead.

- Oh yeah, good times, right.

- Not funny.

(light music)

- I see the drop zone, but no Sudsy.

- Hello!

(shouting)

- Where's the cash?

- Oh, I have it here.

We're a little light on actual cash

but we did make it up with some other things.

- What's that smell?

- Oh, those are Raj's fresh curry rolls.

We were light on the ransom.

So he threw them in.

They're as good as cash.

- How come he didn't bring 'em himself?

- Oh he's sitting this one out.

Something about pet sitting a neighbors ferret.

- How much cash is in here, exactly?

- 137 dollars and 47 cents.

- Are these coupons?

- Those would be Digger's.

He's what you might call an extreme couponer.

- That represents a lot of savings there.

- Whatever, we're just gonna have to make this work.

Mayor, take this.

Go around and leave it by that sign.

We'll keep an eye out for Sudsy and if he appears

then we'll make our move.

- You two, go around that side of the rock.

(light music)

- Do you see anything?

- If I saw something, I would say something.

- Right, right.

- Hey, Mayor's coming

and he's got the bag.

- Finally.

- So far so good.

Well, why don't you go ahead and move around back.

Make sure nobody's sneaking up behind us.

Keep watch.

Hey, it is very important they think he's alive.

(dramatic music)

- Come on, Mayor walk back to us.

What's he doing?

Why is he just standing there?

- Is he not supposed to?

- No, he's supposed to drop the bag

so Sudsy can come get it.

Well that would have been a good detail

to know before we sent him out there, don't you think?

(dramatic music)

- Why is he just standing there?

- No, don't look at us!

Don't look at us!

Look away.

No, stop, stop looking.

Stop it, stop looking.

- [Digger] Do you want me to shoot him?

- What is he looking at?

Do you see anybody?

- [Andy] I see nothing.

- Do you see anything?

- I don't see anything, Burt.

- Let me see if I can move this idiot along.

(crashing)

- It's Sudsy.

What the?

(screaming)

- Leave the money and walk away.

You don't know the things I've seen.

- Something's not right.

Dang it, I don't have my gun.

Anybody have an extra?

- Here, you can use mine.

Laser sight.

(buzzing)

- Oh here, let me just turn that down a little bit.

Sorry about that.

- Okay, cover me.

- With what?

Give me your gun or I'm punching you in the throat.

- [Burt] You don't know where I've been!

I'm coming after you!

- [Mayor] Wake me up! - Burt!

- [Burt] Go!

- [Mayor] Wake me up! - Burt!

- Shoo, I'm gonna give you to the count of 10.

- Burt, they're coming inside.

- [Mayor] Help, what are you.

- [Burt] To get your lying, yellow, no good keister

of my property!

Before I pump your guts full of lead!

(mayor wailing)

One.

- [Mayor] There's a woman over there.

How long has it been since you've had a woman?

Get her, leave me.

- [Burt] Two!

- Oh god, somebody!

Wake me up!

- 10!

(clanging metal)

(gunshot)

- [Mayor] What is going on!

- What the?

- Shoot him!

- What?

(guns firing)

What the?

(guns firing)

Andy!

We gotta go!

- Stop!

(guns firing)

Stop that fire!

Hold your fire!

- Look.

- [Burt] Perfect.

(light music)

- Cease fire.

(gunshot)

Digger!

- Sorry, my bad.

(revving engine)

- Well that didn't go well.

- I know, I was there.

It's time we show these bumpkins who's in charge.

Who's boss.

We are, we're in charge.

- Right, right.

- And where's Sudsy?

- What do you mean he's right.

(sighing)

(dramatic music)

- Now, I'm pretty sure one of those guys saw us.

So if we're gonna get outta here

we gotta make it quick.

Would you get over here and hold something?

- Uh-uh.

What's the new plan?

- I can't believe that Sudsy felt

he had to steal my four wheeler.

- Did you get a good look at him?

- Not really, but I do remember seeing two Sudsy's.

- Excuse me?

- Well it's probably just

the blow to your head had you seeing double.

- I understand that I've been getting hit

in the head a lot, but I swear I saw more

than one person on that four wheeler.

Now, I think it's possible

that Sudsy's got some outside help.

- The Dirty Bunch.

Sudsy must have dug up his old gang.

- The Dirty Bunch?

- Two of them died with him in the shootout.

- Now we're dealing with more zombies.

- Sudsy's not a zombie.

- Oh yeah, well if he's not a zombie

than how come he's been running around

and knocking you out right and left?

- All right, all right, all right.

Now, Agent Sherman, I'm not saying

that I'm completely convinced

but let's say that you are correct

and there's more here going on than we originally thought.

What's our next move?

- Well, I guess we could wait for them

to make contact again.

- When's that gonna be?

(screaming)

- Oh Digger, are you all right?

- All right, they got the package, let's go.

- Wait.

- What?

- Do you mean this package?

- I thought you taped that to the?

Give me that!

I'll just do it myself.

- It's just a rock with a note on it.

- What does the note say?

- If you want Sudsy back have the money

in an airplane with a pilot for us by noon tomorrow.

If you don't comply you'll never see Sudsy again.

To show we're serious we are including this little gift.

- So Sudsy really does have help.

- What's the gift, the rock?

(crashing)

(screaming)

- [Mayor] Oh for goodness sake!

Can't they aim for the same window pane?

- Got it.

Let's go, grab that bag of meat.

- I forgot the attachment on the first rock.

(ominous music)

- What the?

- Is that a thumb?

- I don't see any finger nail.

- Huh.

I wouldn't have thought that Sudsy was Jewish.

- Oh!

I want to thank you all for joining me here.

I was running out of windows at my office.

- All right, how are we gonna get

a plane out here by noon tomorrow?

- Not to mention, we showed up a little short on the ransom.

Ah, that reminds me, I have to make

a fresh batch of curry rolls.

- Do you guys realize that is just

a simple corpse napping, not a zombie.

- Uh, no.

- We need to get them out in the open.

No more quick glimpses.

That way we can figure out who's finally behind this.

- Okay, how do you suggest we make that happen?

(dramatic music)

- We'll get them their plane.

And I'm gonna need all of you to make this work.

- Tell us what you want us to do.

(ethereal music)

- Well, the airplane's on the runway.

So far so good.

- Can you see if the pilot's there?

- Not from this angle.

- What about the money?

- It's probably in the plane.

We have to get a closer look.

- The place looks eerily quiet.

Do you see anyone?

- No.

I don't, whoa, wait a minute.

What the?

They just left the money sitting in the middle of town.

Why didn't they put it next to the plane

like you told 'em in the note?

- Yeah.

The note.

- You didn't put that in the note, did you?

- I was rushed.

- I don't like the looks of this.

We gotta go to the town to get the money?

- You got that dynamite you found in the mine?

- Yeah.

It might be a trap.

- Yeah, but in this case we have the advantage.

- How's that?

- We know it's a trap.

(dramatic music)

- Is everybody in position?

- [Snake Eyes] Cyclops and Dirt Boy in position.

- Who?

- [Snake Eyes] Snake Eyes and Digger.

I thought you were supposed to have call signs

when you're using these things.

- Kate and Hobart, do you copy?

- Kate-a-licious and the Hobman copy loud

and clear, Agent Sugarpants.

(sighing)

- No more call names, we're done.

Remember, nobody do anything until we know

what we're dealing with.

I don't want anybody getting hurt.

- Thanks for the vest, by the way.

You didn't have to do that.

- It wasn't really my color anyway.

(buzzing)

- Ow, man hey it's me.

Ow, oh that's painful.

- What are you doing in here, anyway?

- Well, I thought it would be safer

to hang out with the guy with the gun

and the fancy training, of course.

- All right, just be quiet okay?

- Although, you are the one zombies do like

to hit in the head all the time.

Perhaps I didn't think this one through.

I should go.

(dramatic music)

(explosion)

(ethereal music)

- What was that?

- [Snake Eyes] It looks like something blew up

on the far edge of town!

Digger and I are gonna run over and check it out.

- Are we good?

- Yeah.

- Great.

(ominous music)

- [Sherman] Do you see anything?

- [Raj] No.

- Kate, do you see anything?

- No, I don't see anything.

(coughing)

- Come on.

It was an outhouse that exploded.

- That's unusual, right?

Cyclops and Dirt Boy are heading back into position.

- It's awfully quiet out there.

- Yeah, almost too quiet, huh?

- Maybe our distraction worked.

- All right, everybody sit tight.

Let's see if something happens.

- We're getting that money and we're going to Canada.

Let's go.

(dramatic music)

- [Sherman] Okay, something's happening.

They're coming out.

Everyone, hold your position.

- I don't like this, Burt.

- Shut up!

(dramatic music)

- Kate, your brother's out there.

- What, where is he?

- [Sherman] He's coming around the corner of your building.

He's headed straight to the bad guy.

- Oh, Alex what are you thinking!

(dramatic music)

- Get up.

(chortle)

- Not good, not good.

- Go, go.

- [Sherman] Hey!

- This guy again.

- ABCD Agent!

(dramatic music)

- Wanna spork?

(screaming and electrical crackling)

(dramatic music)

- Why you little son of!

- Hey!

Drop the gun.

- [Hobart] Go.

- Drop the gun!

- No, man.

You drop your gun.

- They're not zombies.

They're just a couple of desperate looking men with guns.

- You good?

(Electrical crackling)

Pick up Sudsy.

Hey!

(grunting)

Come one step closer and I'm blowing his brains out.

- You've gotta be kidding me.

- I mean it, man.

Sudsy will be history.

No pun intended.

- Look, let's just calm down.

- You calm down!

- Just stay calm.

Let the hostage go and we can talk about this.

- I'm getting on that plane, I'm taking Sudsy

and I'm going to Canada.

You can have him back when I'm done.

(meowing)

- We got you a plane.

Just leave Sudsy and go.

- I'm not doing anything until I see

that plane started up.

- Drop the gun and we'll figure something out.

- Greetings, Wally.

- Hey, how's it going?

(crashing)

- Oh, it seems you've dropped your plane.

Wait a minute, that's not a real plane, Wally.

- Oh no!

(gunshot)

(ethereal music)

- [Donka Voiceover] His breath, not a sound.

(ricochet)

- I called it!

(dramatic music)

(gunshots)

- [Gladys] Ah, run!

(dramatic music)

- I ain't going back!

(guns firing)

Canada!

(guns firing)

(purring)

(dramatic music)

(hissing cat)

- Higgins, no!

Higgins, oh!

(dramatic music)

- [Burt] Canada!

- Higgins, no!

(meowing)

- God, oh!

(coughing)

It got it in my mouth!

(spitting)

There's mummy dust in my stinking eyes, Canada!

(grunting)

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

(meowing cat)

- Oh, thanks.

- Sorry about your cat, Mr. Mayor.

- Oh, I'm sure that after years

of therapy we'll both be fine.

- Ladies and gentlemen may I present to you, Sudsy Slim

and his zombie gang.

And also his lost treasure.

- [Kate] How did that get in there?

- I think your grandpa Sudsy didn't trust banks

and took to keistering his valuables.

- That would explain historical accounts

of how he jangled while he walked

but never wore spurs.

- Well come, good people.

All is well.

Higgins and our Sudsy are both returned to us.

Let us away to the Slippery Nickel

for some celebration!

(uplifting music)

- Look at that.

What?

Hey, that's an eye for an eye.

It's in the Bible, you can look it up!

(triumphal music)

(funky music)

(light music)

(soft music)