"Expiration Date"

♪♪ [ Growling ] Bill: Hurry.

Put him over here.

Raymond: I can't believe I found him.

I thought he was a goner after he took a left at the deep-fryer.

Bill: Wait.

He wasn't bitten, was he?

Raymond: No, no.

He was hidden.

He's clean.

Must have gotten hit in the head and passed out, though.

I think he lost a few chips.

Paul: [ Groans ] Ray?

Oh, buddy, it's you!

Oh, wait.

What -- What's going on?

-I don't -- -Bill: It's the virus.

-Raymond: Huh?

-Bill: [ Sighs ] I was one of the first to get into the safety of the microwave.

All we could do was watch the viral mold spread.

They all started coming back to life.

Paul: Uhh.

You mean those things are dead?

Bill: They aren't dead, kid.

They're expired.

[ Both growling ] Whew.

That was too close.

Rob: That won't hold them for long.

More will come to find us, and when they do, we'll be juiced!

Barbara: Rob, dear, don't yell.

They'll hear you.

Bill: Your wife's right, Rob.

We shouldn't make any more noise.

[ Cellphone plays tone ] Paul: Hello?

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Uh, okay.

Oh, okay.

Thanks anyways.

Raymond: Who was that?

Paul: That was my callback for the "Iron Chef" audition.

Yeah, apparently, the host turned into a zombie and devoured all of the chefs.

So they had to cancel next week's show.

Raymond: Aw, dude!

That bites.

Bill: Shh.

They're going to hear.

[ All growling, moaning ] Bill: [ Screaming ] Paul: Damn.

They're all so hideous and grotesque and -- Hey, wait, isn't that Isabelle from the fridge?

Isabelle: [ Grunting ] [ All growling ] Raymond: Wait, what?

It is.

Man, she was so spicy, too.

Paul: I know.

What a shame.

Raymond: [ Screams ] Save yourself, P!

Get out of here!

Paul: No!

Raymond, I can't leave you!

Raymond: You have to!

It's time to end this.

♪♪ [ Beep ] Paul: [ Sniffles ] I love you, man.

[ All growling ] [ Microwave beeping ] Ray.

[ Screaming ] ♪♪