Tucker And Dale Vs Evil Dual | Audio

Metallic CLANG. A death gong. Tucker roars like a bear.

The jar misses Chad, shatters on a wall. Pickles fly.

A warm, solid thud. RIGHT SOUND: A wet, meaty CHUD .

The jar explodes into a fragmentation grenade. Pickles become shrapnel. Chad’s soul leaves his body. tucker and dale vs evil dual audio

His voice is slowed down, pitched an octave lower. “The lake… drinks… splinters of bone.”

“I’m just saying, maybe we don’t saw anything near the lake. Splinters give me the heebie-jeebies.”

All the kids sit in a row, wrapped in blankets. Tucker hands them hot cocoa. Dale offers a Band-Aid to Chad. Metallic CLANG

Tucker sees Allison through binoculars.

TUCKER (50, beard, flannel, kind eyes) drags a rusty lawn chair onto the porch of a crooked cabin. DALE (45, receding hairline, permanent worry-wrinkle) follows with a cooler.

“Let them come. The cellar is hungry.” The jar misses Chad, shatters on a wall

“Pretty… little… thing. Lost. Good.”

Tucker pats his shoulder.

Tucker laughs, claps Dale on the back. A friendly thump .

Bubbling. Gurgling. A shark theme. (There is no shark.)

“Well, would you look at that. Pretty little thing. Think she’s lost?”