The Not-So-Final Showdown
“OH, WELL”I shouted, pulling out my slingshot. “It's up to us to fight the zombie menace! Citizens of Gingham County, arm yourselves!”
Gramma whipped out her kitchen arsenal.
The nuns struck their Praying Mantis stance
Grama napped!
The Zombies Slowly lumbered in and attacked!
“Oh, I can't stand it!” jubal cried, covering his face with his hands. “The crunching of bones! The munching and smacking sounds of zombies eating our friends and neighbors! Oh, the humanity!”
“Wait a minute,” I interrupted, “you can stop your wimpering, jubal! The zombies are eating the barbecue! They must have smelled Gramma's delicious honey paprika sauce!”
”I'LL BE!” said Gramma.
“Wow, Granny!” exclaimed Grampa. “Your cooking usually sends people to their graves, not the other way around!”
