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frowned. “Should I make them pay?”
    Mr. Vickers stroked his chin. “Well okay, half price for dead people.”
    â€œBut first, we need to get them here!” Liz ran across the lot to the giant screen at the far end. She climbed up a metal ladder all the way to the top. She stood high above everything.
    â€œLights, please,” she called down.
    FLINK! FLINK! Mr. Vickers switched on the huge floodlights and the air went white with crisscrossing lights, sending signals miles around that the movie was about to start!
    Liz stood amid the lights and began swaying back and forth high above the town. “Come!” she sang.
    Come and meet
The brainy head so sweet!
The tread of zombie feet
   Will bring you to —
   I’ll sing you to —
a huge moist brain to eeeeeeeeeeat!
    The song caught the aliens’ sagging ears. They began to sway in the streets. They followed Liz’s haunting melody.
    From every street, alley, sidewalk, and yard in Grover’s Mill, they came, shuffling over the townspeople and into the Plan Nine Drive-in.
    â€œCustomers!” Mr. Vickers beamed, still holding his camera. “A full house!”
    On! On came the zombies! They tramped toward the lights, toward the music.
    Once the parking lot was fully packed with zombies, Jeff shut the gates behind them and jumped back into the ticket booth.
    The night was ripped by a horrible noise.
    Unnnngh! Slaaaah! Unnngh!
    Then came the frightful words: “Blobbo, the Hideous Mutant Brainoid has come for you!”
    The zombies all twisted their flaky necks to see an enormous slimy green brainoid quivering next to the ticket booth!
    Oozy liquid was dripping from its teeth.
    Two black eyeballs glared down from a lobe.
    The total gross-out, skin-crawling scare!
    At once, the zombie leader pointed at Blobbo. “A hideous mutant brainoid is still a BRAIN!” he gurgled. “And what a — BIIIIGGG BRAIN!”
    The zombies saw supper. Supper big enough for all of them! They grunted. They groaned. They whined. They charged the ticket booth!
    â€œOh, no!” shouted Liz. “Jeff’s in that booth!”

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    Keeee-oooo!
    Liz climbed down from the screen as fast as she could. She ran toward the booth.
    She knew Jeff was trapped in there.
    Maybe it was already too late.
    â€œGot to help Jeff!” she cried.
    Even Holly stumbled across the parking lot, muttering, “Help Jeff. Help Jeff.”
    Liz screeched around a squad of shuffling zombies and dived into the booth. In the dimly lit little room, Liz saw several zombies just inches from Jeff, their fingers stretching for his head.
    Liz eased along the wall, keeping her eyes on the zombies. She watched Jeff and the creatures just looking at each other.
    â€œJeff,” she whispered, “what are you doing?”
    â€œStaring them down,” he explained. “Waiting for them to blink. This is good. I’m winning!”
    Liz shook her head. “Zombies don’t blink, Jeff. They’re already dead.”
    Jeff seemed to take a moment to think about that. He looked at the gray faces staring at him.
    â€œOh,” he murmured.
    â€œOh,” he murmured again.
    Liz crept forward. “Get ready to blast out of here.” She stepped into the light. The zombies shifted their gaze. Slowly, Liz lifted her bangs and showed her forehead. The creatures lunged toward her.
    â€œHey!” Jeff cried. “What’s wrong with my brain?”
    â€œJust run!” Liz yelled.
    He ran. Liz ran, too. In a flash, the two kids leaped through the booth door and tumbled to the ground. When they got up, Blobbo the giant brainoid was nothing but a wet spot on the ground. Mr. Vickers was running across the parking lot with Holly in his arms.
    â€œUh-oh!” Jeff gasped. “The zombies want dessert!”
    Liz ran over to the floodlights. “Quick, help me with these!” Jeff helped her arrange the large white