We offer this short film explanation from the public domain as a refresher or introduction before your Mystery Island entertainment begins:
Lucy’s mouth opened but no words formed though her lips.
Dr. Atlantis was as quiet as the ocean depths.
Eddie Crossbones casually pulled a .45 caliber handgun and laid it out on the dais desktop in front of himself.
Lucy said, “You mean, like a real zombie?”
“Zomby,” said the creature, “with letter ‘y.’”
“Why is that?” she asked.
“Why not?” he said.
Eddie’s dark sockets looked confused. “Just what kind of zombie or zomby are you, exactly?”
“Dunno,” it said, “mutant zomby, maybe.”
Lucy nodded. “I can see why Agent Yoshimoto passed on the pre-entrance interview this time.”
Agent Yoshimoto: “I was stuck in traffic.”
“And,” said Lucy, “do you have a name?”
“Zomby 18,” it said.
“You mean to say,” asked Dr. Atlantis, “there are seventeen or more beings such as yourself roaming around out there?”
“Ate teen,” it said. “I ate teen. I ate teenager. I eat teenagers. Girl ones. Yummy.”
His mutant mouth stretched into a hideous grin.
“Okay,” said Lucy, “I vote no. No. No way.”
“Why are you here?” asked Atlantis.
“I wanna super cape.”
“Cape,” it said. He flapped his arms in a flying motion.
“Wanna fly like the Amazing Man-Fly.”
It laughed, a sickly snakish rattling sound.
Lucy looked like she was going to exit stage right. “I said I vote no. God, let’s move on.”
“Gawd,” the creature mocked, “I’m hungry. Let’s go to lunch.”
“Can I blast him with hellfire from my pitchfork?”
“No,” said Dr. Atlantis, “isn’t everyday we get to talk to the living dead.”
Eddie turned his skeleton face toward Atlantis. “How’s that, Doc? What’d you say?”
“I mean,” said Atlantis, “the undead. You never actually died at all, did you, Edward?”
Eddie slumped back in his seat and shut up.
Dr. Atlantis considered Zomby 18. What to do? Destroy him on his alleged threat to teenagers? Maybe, but wouldn’t seem appropriate unless we caught him in the act. I’ll put one of the agents on his trail. I’m sure L7 or 86B would like to go topside for awhile. Meanwhile, there is much to learn.
“Do you require human flesh to survive?”
Zomby 18 cocked his head to the side, slightly, as if searching his brain (if he has one) for an answer.
A stream of sticky greenish drool slipped over his mutant lips and dribbled down to the floor.
Lucy got up and left the room.
“Well,” said Eddie, “if you want to learn more I could shoot him and see if that puts a dent in his zombiness.”
Dr. Atlantis smiled. “What happens if you’re wounded,” he asked. “Is it true what zombiphiles say about damaging the brain to eliminate a … bad zombie … or have they got it wrong?”
“Only way to kill zomby dead is to starve him to dead.”
“Can you,” asked Atlantis, “live on something other than human flesh or must you be destroyed to curb your appetite for teenagers?”
“Reese’s pieces?” said Zomby 18. Then he burst out with laughter. “I hate that stuff.
“Bunny rabbits and bananas,” he said. “I like bunnies.”
“If you decide to stick around we’ll give you all the bananas you want, but you can’t go around eating teenagers.”
“Not even bad ones?”
“No,” said Atlantis.
“Or bunnies,” said Eddie. “No rabbits. Just bananas.”
Zomby 18 stood silently, thinking? Maybe he was thinking.
Finally he said, “Platanos?”
“Sure,” said Atlantis, “all the flesh of the fruit you want.”
Zomby 18’s mutant face stretched back into that smile no mother could possibly love.
Lucy had already logged in her “no” vote and now the men finished up as Zomby 18 was nervously escorted to the science lab by Agents 86B and 987.
DR. ATLANTIS: REFERRED TO SCIENCE LAB
EDDIE CROSSBONES: NO
If a zombie/zomby turns vegetarian can we trust him? Could a flesh-eating ghoul such as Zomby 18 join THE SECRET SOCIETY? If you want to learn more about the lives of zombies and the undead that walk this earth, don't hesitate to put in a vote for the zany ZOMBY 18!