Tucker And Dale Official

The kid’s eyes went wide as dinner plates. “Stay back! I know your kind! You’ll use my skin for a lampshade!”

Tucker had finally gotten the ancient machine to start. It roared to life, belching black smoke and a single, forgotten squirrel that shot out like a fuzzy cannonball. The squirrel, understandably enraged, latched onto Chad’s hair. tucker and dale

Dale smiled, wiping sweat from his bald head. “You think we’ll make friends with the locals?” The kid’s eyes went wide as dinner plates

“I’m telling you, Dale, this is the start of something good,” Tucker said, heaving a rusty lawn chair onto the porch. “Just two buddies, some cheap beer, and a wood chipper that only occasionally spits fire.” You’ll use my skin for a lampshade

“So… no torture dungeon?”

It started small. Allison, trying to get a better view of the cabin, slipped on a wet rock and started tumbling toward the river. Dale, doing his best impression of a rescue swimmer, dove in and hauled her out.

The raccoons in the stove hissed in disagreement. But for once, nobody ran away screaming.