Tucker - And Dale

Then came the wood chipper incident.

“It was room temperature,” Dale admitted. “The fridge is broken.” tucker and dale

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. Then came the wood chipper incident

The bees took that personally.

Dale sighed, set down the eggs, and said, “Look. We’re not killers. We’re just… incompetent homeowners. I’ve never even jaywalked. Tucker once cried because a possum looked sad.” belching black smoke and a single

Allison looked up at his massive, dripping form looming over her. She screamed, scrambled backward, and ran straight into a beehive.