A/N: OK. Sorry I haven't been writing lately. I started Jr. High and it's been killing me lately. Gah, but anyway enough about me. I don't wanna ramble on, but I'd like to say a few things.
1. I'd to thanks all the reviewers. You guys are so cool for reading my story and you make me really happy. You guys all deserve a cookie. gives all reviewers a cookie
2. Kelt, I know you're waiting for my Foster's fics. Don't worry! I have one in mind and I'll get it up soon. Heck, I might even put it up today! Don't hold me on that though, but I'll get it up. This not only goes for Kelt, but for all Foster's fans.
3. Just to let you guys know… New Camp Lazlo episode on Friday at 7:00 PM Central Time! I know, that wasn't important but I thought I'd let you guys know.
Anyways, on with the fic! Yay!
Disclaimer: I do not Camp Lazlo. Joe Murray does.
Chapter 2: Phil the Zombie
The zombie climbed out of its' grave. If you looked at it fully, you'd see that it was human, not animal. Its' skin was blue, pale and rotten. It had buck, brown, rotten teeth and his breath smelled like rotten fish. It had no hair and it was also wearing a Bean Scout uniform.
The zombie turned to its' grave stone. It looked at the words witch were a blurr, but from what he could make out read:
Phil Colins
1979-1999
"He was a good Scout of mine."- Al Lupus
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"Phil?" the zombie asked himself aloud. "Phil."
Then Phil looked around. Why was he here? He kept looking until he spotted Camp Kidney. His yellow eyes narrowed. Phil knew what he was looking for now, and he ran towards Camp Kidney, or more importantly, Jelly Cabin.
A/N: I know that was short and it didn't have much Camp Lazlo-ness in it but I want to tell you a bit about one of the zombies. There will be more Camp Lazlo stuff in the next chapter though. Please R&R but no flames.