Arthur, Francine, and Brain were busy wrapping George up in tight rope. George struggled as best he could, but it was three against one.
"Let me out, you guys! You need me for the school's puppet shows!" The three kids ignored George, because the puppet shows at school were always so boring anyway.
"George, by sacrificing yourself for us, you ensure that we live to see another tomorrow," Brain reasoned. George sniffled, but he knew Brain was right. This was for the good of the team.
But he didn't want to die.
"Forget that, let me go!" George shouted. Francine sighed, and gave George a taste of knock-out gas. He shut up seconds later.
"So, what's the plan again?" Arthur asked, trying to get his finger unstuck from the rope. Brain grabbed a piece of paper that he had drawn on. It looked like a bunch of scribbles that didn't mean anything in particular.
"What the heck does that mean? I can't read that!" Francine barked, looking like she wanted to rip the paper to shreds. Brain gulped, and put the paper down.
"OK, we drop George out the window. When we see any zombies going after the body, we dash out the front door, and head to the school, where we can tell the teachers to call the police." Arthur raised a hand, like they learned in class.
"Hey, why can't we call the police from here?" Francine and Brain looked at each other.
The three kids dashed to the green phone downstairs. Francine, with her athletic background, made it first, and quickly dialed 911. Nothing happened; there was no noise at all. Francine dropped the phone back in its cradle.
"The line has been cut!" she exclaimed fearfully. Her mouth quavered, and she had to lean on Arthur to stop her legs from giving way. Arthur's dad poked his head in from the kitchen.
"Hey, kiddoes, want some meat surprise?" The kids all screamed, and stomped back upstairs. Arthur's dad shook his head and sighed; no one wanted his meat surprise. Maybe Pal would like it.
Back upstairs, Arthur and Brain heaved George's body out the window. Luckily, the house was pretty small, so George only got a few cuts, scrapes, and bruises.
"Now we wait," Brain smirked. His plans never failed, except when they did, and those failed because of other people, like Binky or Buster. Things would be different this time, though.
Francine and Arthur had some binoculars, because otherwise, it might be hard to see the zombies during the dark night. Arthur had to admit, this whole thing was kind of gosh-darned exciting! After a few minutes of waiting, shuffling, and yawning, someone seemed to approach George.
"Oh my gosh! Here someone comes!" Francine yelped. She was scared – scared that the zombie would skip over George, and come for her!
However, to their shock, it wasn't a zombie; it was Prunella. She was probably on her way to buy a new crystal ball at the one dollar store. Arthur and co. didn't know this, but Prunella had dropped her crystal ball because the ball had foreseen her dropping the ball. Her ball was so smart!
As Prunella walked on, she happened to look down, and saw an unconscious George. Prunella shrieked at the top of her lungs; her ball hadn't told her this would happen. She continued to shriek for a few minutes, which attracted two zombies; Buster and Muffy!
"Oh hi Muffy, I like what you've done with your hair, but why are you hanging out with that loser? C'mon, Muffy, let's go play with my crystal balls." Prunella stopped yapping when it finally hit her how quiet her two school-mates were being.
"This is gonna be good," Arthur muttered. Francine nodded. They watched the carnage, only wincing when Prunella would shout, "My crystal balls!"
After it was over, the zombies got lazy, and began to take a nap.
"Now is our chance to dash to the school, like we planned," Francine whispered. Brain nudged her.
"You mean, like I planned!" he growled. Francine rolled her eyes, and the three kids dashed to the stairs. Unfortunately, they were blocked by a little terror; DW! Arthur groaned.
"DW, you always bug me at the worst time! Do you realize that if you don't shove off, I may get devoured?" DW's eyes twinkled.
"It wouldn't be the first time, Arthur!" Arthur blushed.
"Whatever! We're older and stronger; she can't stop us!" Francine said confidently. She cracked her knuckles. DW finally looked unsure of herself.
"I'll tattle on your sorry butts!" DW threatened. Arthur wanted to cry.
"DW, let us go, and I'll give you a Mary Moo Cow sticker," Brain bargained.
"It's a deal," DW immediately replied, moving aside to let the kids pass. Francine and Brain dashed forward. Arthur hesitated, so DW shoved him down the stairs. Arthur cried out in pain, but at least he didn't break his back. With one last look at his sister, who he might never see again, Arthur dashed out the house and into the crisp night air, ready to meet whatever fate awaited him and his friends.
To Be Continued