The wind howls and shakes the old, dying trees, seemingly trying to pull them out of their roots. The wind also blows the fallen greying leaves, making then perform some sort of twisted and macabre dance. It is a dark night and the sky is patched with thick clouds. Occasionally, the moon appears, but instead of being comforting, it creates eerie shadows from the trees, making them look like malformed demons ready to grasp the lone mobile home that is trundling along the dirt road winding in between them.
The camera pans down to reveal Plucky peeking out of the curtains in the mobile home’s window, his pupils shrunken and moving nervously in every direction they can go as if looking for something that would jump out of the darkness at him when his guard is down. We cut to the interior of the vehicle. Fifi is sat on the bed reading a romance novel, Hamton is making himself a sandwich and Cypress is braiding her hair. Shirley looks noticeably sullen.
Plucky: (Narrating) Spinoff Log: Entry 10. After being stuck with a bratty nephew, a crybaby squirrel, a useless robot and a disparaging extra-terrestrial, I am finally reunited with my friends. And I finally have some mode of transportation. Hammy an’ Feef are friends with me, I got a new gal: Cypress an’ Shirl’s back too. Funny thing, though. Shirl’s been actin’ really weird since we made our heroic escape from the long arms of the law. I wonder why…
Hamton finishes making his mayo and cream cheese sandwich (on white bread with the crusts cut off) and sits on the bed with Fifi.
Hamton: (Casually, to Plucky) Well, after all that excitement at Happy World Land, Feef and I never thanked you for savin’ us! The both of us would be in jail if it weren’t for you! (To the camera) Although it would be nice ta see Sappy Stanley again.
Fifi: (Giggles) Oui! Ah would not last cinq minutes zere! Ah am too pretty.
Plucky doesn’t hear them. He’s still peering out of the window. A leaf suddenly blows onto the glass.
Plucky: (Screams) AAAAAGGGHHH!!
He pulls the curtains shut and ducks down, covering his eyes. Cypress gets up and crosses over to him.
Cypress: (With concern) Plucky, what’s wrong?
She opens the curtain and looks out the window to find that the leaf has blown away.
Cypress: (Reassuringly) Oh, Plucky. You were scared of nothing!
Shirley rolls her eyes.
Shirley: (Thinking) Like, I coulda told him that, or some junk.
Now completely bored, she begins filing her nails. She does this for a few minutes until something catches her attention. Her eyes widen and a look of fear suddenly crosses her face.
Shirley: (Spooked, to the group) Like, guys…
She is suddenly interrupted by a loud BANG! The entire vehicle jolts and shudders violently and comes to a complete stop. There is a long, unbearable silence.
Uncle Stinky: (Offscreen) (It appears that we have engine trouble. Perhaps driving along this uneven surface was too much for it. Fear not, my next generation of youths, I shall see to the matter and we shall be continuing to Wisconsin in no time at all!)
Shirley: (Horrified) NO!! DON’T GO OUT THERE!!
We hear the vehicle door close and there is an incredibly brief silence. Suddenly, the mobile home rocks to one side as something is slammed against it. Everyone jumps and backs away from the wall that was suddenly hit. Then, we hear a bloodcurdling squeal.
Hamton: (Screams) UNCLE STINKY!
Hamton makes a move to get out of the vehicle, but Fifi seizes him from behind.
Fifi: (Screams) HAMMY, NO!
Despite this, Hamton struggles against his girlfriend in a desperate attempt to help his uncle. Fifi wraps her arms, legs and tail around his whole body in a panicked attempt to stop him.
Then, the entire vehicle begins to rock from side to side like a ship in a storm. There are deafening metallic clangs and the walls dent as if something is trying to force its way in. Hamton falls down with Fifi clamped to him, refusing to let go. Shirley gets to her feet in the nick of time as the refrigerator falls down and crushes the chair she was sitting on. Plates and bowls fall from the cupboards and shatter on the floor. The lights flicker on and off as if whatever’s attacking the mobile home is interfering with the electricity.
Amidst the chaos, we can hear the sound of a racing heartbeat growing louder and louder. Plucky clings onto Cypress like a frightened child, his eyes tightly shut in a seemingly hopeless attempt to find sanctuary. Finally, the electricity gives out and the whole mobile home is plunged into darkness.