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Chapter 8: Night of the Dying Lives

“Son, can you please tell us what happened here?” On top of the Boarding House, Stella and Miles stood with their arms folded, giving a scolding glare to their boy Arnold. After returning home from San Lorenzo, they never thought they’ll ever be mad at Arnold, especially with his history of helping everyone.

But tonight, of all nights, he had done something wrong.

“Arnold, mind telling us why everyone is running amuck outside shouting ‘zombies’.” Miles pointed down to the streets at the havoc going on. People are screaming in terror, some are gathering torches and pitchforks, and one guy is disguising himself as a zombie, only to be severely beaten soon after.

Arnold just looked at his parents with a guilty smile. “Gerald and I thought it would be cool to pull a prank, but …..”

“But nothing young man.” Stella said in a raised tone, which shivered Arnold down to the bone. “We are going down there and you are telling everyone that this was nothing but a joke.”

Miles threw his arms up. “How’d you even get the whole city going like this anyways?”

Arnold shrugged. “I don’t know. I wanted to just prank Wolfgang at the Halloween Party at school. I never meant to do something like this again.”

“Again?!” Arnold gulped as Stella glared down at him.

“What do you mean again?!”

“I can fill ya in.” Phil walked into the scene with a bowl of popcorn. “The boys wanted to pull an alien invasion prank at my Halloween party before, but then some T.V. show got a hold of the boys’ fake radio broadcast and spots all his little friends dressed like aliens.” Phil let out a short laugh. “Had me fooled.”

“Phiiiiiiillll.” Stella sighed as Miles paced around.

“But that doesn’t really explain all this.” Miles pointed out some people building up borders.

“I know.” Arnold felt his chin. “It was just Wolfgang in an empty classroom and this time my friends were in on it.” They noticed a station truck driving by with a man out the window shouting about the Zombie apocalypse.

“Death is rising up against the living! It’s the end of life as we know it! Zombiegeddon! Narf!”

“It even reached all the news stations as well.” Stella also pondered. “How could this have happen?”

“Me.” Steely Phil suddenly spoke up, which of course the three younger people didn’t take so casual.

“W-What did you say, Grandpa?!” Arnold spoke up to his grandfather in an abnormally cheerful mood.

“Sorry, Shortman. I couldn’t help it.” He smiled as he pats Arnold on the head. “Wolfgang’s been giving you a hard time lately, so I thought I might add some more sugar to your revenge with a simple phone call and ketchup.”

“D-Dad?!” Miles couldn’t even decide what face he should have. “You-”

But his wife knew exactly what face she wanted as she grabbed Phil’s shirt and pulled him close. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done!?”

Phil tried to calm the raging bull of Stella’s psyche. “It’s Halloween! You should be proud by this. I know I was when Arnold did the same thing.”

“By accident.” Arnold added, which was not much help in Phil’s case.

“The city is in chaos, and you’re O.K. with this?!” Stella turned to Miles and Arnold. “How did you two turned grow up to be angels under his wing?”

Miles and Arnold just looked at each other with no answer.

“It’s not that bad as before.” Phil tried his best to save his hide. “At least the kids are hiding in the boarding house, safe and sound.”

They looked down and heard Helga yelling at the top of her lungs. “Permanent make up again, Harold?! AGAIN?!”

End of Chapter

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Chapter 8: Night of the Dying Lives

“Son, can you please tell us what happened here?” On top of the Boarding House, Stella and Miles stood with their arms folded, giving a scolding glare to their boy Arnold. After returning home from San Lorenzo, they never thought they’ll ever be mad at Arnold, especially with his history of helping everyone.

But tonight, of all nights, he had done something wrong.

“Arnold, mind telling us why everyone is running amuck outside shouting ‘zombies’.” Miles pointed down to the streets at the havoc going on. People are screaming in terror, some are gathering torches and pitchforks, and one guy is disguising himself as a zombie, only to be severely beaten soon after.

Arnold just looked at his parents with a guilty smile. “Gerald and I thought it would be cool to pull a prank, but …..”

“But nothing young man.” Stella said in a raised tone, which shivered Arnold down to the bone. “We are going down there and you are telling everyone that this was nothing but a joke.”

Miles threw his arms up. “How’d you even get the whole city going like this anyways?”

Arnold shrugged. “I don’t know. I wanted to just prank Wolfgang at the Halloween Party at school. I never meant to do something like this again.”

“Again?!” Arnold gulped as Stella glared down at him.

“What do you mean again?!”

“I can fill ya in.” Phil walked into the scene with a bowl of popcorn. “The boys wanted to pull an alien invasion prank at my Halloween party before, but then some T.V. show got a hold of the boys’ fake radio broadcast and spots all his little friends dressed like aliens.” Phil let out a short laugh. “Had me fooled.”

“Phiiiiiiillll.” Stella sighed as Miles paced around.

“But that doesn’t really explain all this.” Miles pointed out some people building up borders.

“I know.” Arnold felt his chin. “It was just Wolfgang in an empty classroom and this time my friends were in on it.” They noticed a station truck driving by with a man out the window shouting about the Zombie apocalypse.

“Death is rising up against the living! It’s the end of life as we know it! Zombiegeddon! Narf!”

“It even reached all the news stations as well.” Stella also pondered. “How could this have happen?”

“Me.” Steely Phil suddenly spoke up, which of course the three younger people didn’t take so casual.

“W-What did you say, Grandpa?!” Arnold spoke up to his grandfather in an abnormally cheerful mood.

“Sorry, Shortman. I couldn’t help it.” He smiled as he pats Arnold on the head. “Wolfgang’s been giving you a hard time lately, so I thought I might add some more sugar to your revenge with a simple phone call and ketchup.”

“D-Dad?!” Miles couldn’t even decide what face he should have. “You-”

But his wife knew exactly what face she wanted as she grabbed Phil’s shirt and pulled him close. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done!?”

Phil tried to calm the raging bull of Stella’s psyche. “It’s Halloween! You should be proud by this. I know I was when Arnold did the same thing.”

“By accident.” Arnold added, which was not much help in Phil’s case.

“The city is in chaos, and you’re O.K. with this?!” Stella turned to Miles and Arnold. “How did you two turned grow up to be angels under his wing?”

Miles and Arnold just looked at each other with no answer.

“It’s not that bad as before.” Phil tried his best to save his hide. “At least the kids are hiding in the boarding house, safe and sound.”

They looked down and heard Helga yelling at the top of her lungs. “Permanent make up again, Harold?! AGAIN?!”

End of Chapter