"Beware, Zombie Bob is going to eat us all!"

"Beware, Zombie Bob is going to eat us all!" I looked up from my ice-cream cone to stare at the guy as he continued to run through the mall screaming, "Run, run!"

I then looked to my side, and there was Zombie Bob about to munch on my fingers. "Yo, Bob, not cool man." Mall security approached on their Segways.

ready to bludgeon some zombies. They were also shaking their batons all menacingly and stuff. All of a sudden Zombie Bob

ran towards me, yelling "HE IS HERE, BRING OUT THE PEANUT BUTTER!" I was confused, naturally, as I had never heard of this so called 'peanut butter'. Zombie Bob came closer and clo

sed the door. Suddenly I was surrounded by a bunch of peanuts wearing spectacles and top hats. The floor started to unfold into a pit with an open jar of peanut butter. Zombie Bob

conducted an orchestra of bespectacled peanuts. They were all playing the French Horn, and the sound was absolutely repulsive. "Glory to the peanut butter!" one declared.

Then, a choir of peanuts began singing a song of the tune "Joyful Joyful We Adore Thee" - they sang it to peanut butter. The peanut butter, though, was still not impressed.

"Will nothing stir this peanut butter?" the choir of peanuts lamented (in five-part harmony). They watched, aghast, as the peanut butter lumbered to the box office to ask for its

The club owner accosted the peanuts’ manager. “Look, the audience is pissed. I’m gonna scratch your nuts.” Excited, the manager dropped trou. “No, I’m scratching the ACT, moron!”