Thomas: See what you’ve done? How many? Jimmie: Looks like a five thousand. Thomas: Think our walls can hold? I knew we should have got her to turn that off. In all the music, yelling and five thousand zombies marching towards the boys fortress through the hall way, they all fail to hear mom’s car pull into the driveway and stop. The door opens and closes but they don’t hear it due to all the noise they are causing inside. Jimmie: They’ll be fine, as long as they don’t come from the front door side. We have barely any barriers and extra strength there. Thomas: Alright, I’m about to start blasting them. Are you ready? Jimmie: We got this no matter what; we got each other’s backs. Forever. Thomas: Yea, let’s do this! Sister: I’m about to leave, so good luck when Mom gets here. She’s going to kill you turds. So have fun with that. I’ll be at Lizzy’s next door, care free. She’ll never know I seen you two, and make you clean the mess up yourselves. The two boys move to the back of the fort near the front door to scream at their sister, right as they reach that part of the fort their mother walks in, once again startling them as if an unexpected zombie with her big glasses and huge sun hat. She has come back because of a forgotten item she needed for nanny. Jimmie and Thomas: Simultaneously, squeezing each other and falling through the fort and pillow to the ground, unloading all their nerf bullets. Ahhh, they came from the front door! Mother: You three! What did I say? I haven’t even been gone five minutes and look what you all have gotten in to. All three children simultaneously. Jimmie: Sis said we could! Thomas: It was Jimmie’s idea! Sister: I just got here, I had no clue Mom! END
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