The bees took that personally.
“This is it,” the kid whispered, trembling. tucker and dale
Then came the wood chipper incident.
Dale sighed, set down the eggs, and said, “Look. We’re not killers. We’re just… incompetent homeowners. I’ve never even jaywalked. Tucker once cried because a possum looked sad.” The bees took that personally
“I’ve got you, miss!” he said, water streaming down his face. ” the kid whispered
“So… no torture dungeon?”
The college kids—Allison, the sensible one with the glasses; Chad, the self-appointed alpha with the perfect hair; and three others whose names were lost to screaming—had decided to go camping near the “notorious Spruce Creek Killer’s territory” for fun. When they saw Tucker and Dale’s beat-up pickup parked outside a crooked cabin, they assumed the worst.
