CUT TO...Michael waking up in his pad. It was just a nightmare and it very early in the morning. His fears were really getting to him. Was John really back? Was he Ghostface? He wasn't sure of anything anymore.

Michael Myers: "Man..."

-Michael gets out of bed and heads from his bedroom to the kitchen. Reaching the refrigerator, he opens it and grabs a bottle of Molson Ice. Michael proceeds to grab a glass from the cabinet, when he faintly hears a commotion down on the ground floor of the apartment building.

-Michael walks over to the window and looks down the sixty-nine floors below. From what he could barely make out on his high floor, several police vehicles were parked in front of the building. Michael mutters to himself.

Michael Myers: "What's going on down there? Did someone die?"

-Michael looks around and shrugs.

Michael Myers: "It certainly wasn't me!"

CUT TO...several FBI vehicles, Ford Excursions, parked out in front of the apartment building. Numerous FBI agents face their fellow agent, Donald Loomis, and their Chief. The FBI Chief turns to Donald, in front of the entrance.

FBI Chief: "Are you sure about this, Donald?"

-Donald shrugs.

Donald Loomis: "More than ever."

FBI Chief: "Because, if this turns out be another trick by these mysterious callers of yours, I've had it."

Donald Loomis: "I can assure you, this is for real this time. If I'm not mistaken..."

-Donald looks up the top of the building, pointing to the higher floors.

Donald Loomis: "...Michael Myers should live right up there near the top. My caller assured me."

FBI Chief: "How do you know?"

Donald Loomis: "Because, apparently, he, or she, has a similar vendetta to stop Michael too."

FBI Chief: "You mean you didn't get a name?"

Donald Loomis: "Well, the caller told me to call him, or her, by the name 'Scream'."

-Donald sighs.

Donald Loomis: "I know all of this sounds silly and far-fetched, but I think its for real. My instincts have never been more ahead of me."

FBI Chief: "That's what you always say."

-The FBI Chief sighs.

FBI Chief: "But, we're here anyway, so I'm going to get this 'Michael Myers/boogeyman' out of the way for good..."

-The FBI Chief glares at Donald.

FBI Chief: "...You better be right."

-Donald shrugs.

Donald Loomis: "I think I am."

FBI Chief: "All right."

-The FBI chief faces the several FBI agents facing them. He turns to a small group of them.

FBI Chief: "All right, you three, head inside lobby and watch the area."

-The three agents proceed to walk through the front entrance and into the lobby of the ground floor of the building. The chief turns to another group of agents.

FBI Chief: "...You four, guard the back doors..."

-The four agents start walking around to the rear end of the building. The chief turns to another group of agents.

FBI Chief: "You three, go into the underground parking and watch over anybody that leaves. Make sure that nobody pacular gets off these grounds."

-The three agents proceed to head for the parking lot underneath the building. Ten FBI agents are left. The chief turns to the Donald.

FBI Chief: "It's your show now."

-Donald turns to the FBI chief, and then to the ten FBI agents.

Donald Loomis: "Okay. As your commanding officer, you are to enter the building and take the elevator. The suspect lives in apartment no. 666 on the 69th floor."

-The agents turn to each other and burst out laughing.

FBI Agents: "Hahahahahahahahahaha!..."

Donald Loomis: "What? Why are all of you laughing?"

-The agents continue to laugh.

FBI Agents: "...Hahahahahahahahahahaha!..."

Donald Loomis: "I-I order you to stop laughing right now!"

-But, the agents continue to laugh their hearts out. So does the chief. Loomis just doesn't get it.

FBI Agents: "...Hahahahahahahahahahaha!..."

FBI Chief: "Ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho..."

-Donald turns to the chief, and then the agents.

Donald Loomis: "Hey!"

-The chief stops and laughing calms down the agents.

FBI Chief: "It's okay! It's okay! Stop...heh, heh..."

-The chief turns to the agents and shrugs.

FBI Chief: "Well, you heard the man. Go into the building and capture the suspect!"

-The ten FBI agents, one holding a duffle bag with weaponry, turn around and head for the front entrance of the building. Donald watches as they enter through and head through the lobby.

Donald Loomis (thinking): "Dear God, I hope I'm not setting them up as bait..."

CUT BACK TO...Michael, now enjoying his glass of Molson Ice, laying back on his sofa in the living room. He mutters to himself.

Michael Myers: "Heh, someone must have died. Why else would there be so many emergency vehicles?"

-That's when Michael hears several figures stepping up to his front door. Through his killer instincts, he can hear them quietly stepping up to it. Then, he hears them stop at his door.

Michael Myers: "Oh, hell no..."

-He faintly hears the figures drop a duffle bag and proceed to grab various equipment. Michael walks away into the kitchen and sets the glass on the counter. Then, he opens a drawer and grabs a big, sharp, kitchen knife (Shing!).

-Michael leans against the counter for a moment, listening on in the several figures. He shrugs and slowly starts approaching the door. As he does, he hears the figures preparing to get in. Michael stops where is in front of the living room and waits for them to burst in. He didn't know what to make of the situation. That's when the door bursts open and the several figures, the ten FBI agents holding guns and rifles, charge for Michael. Michael, gripping his knife and tilting his head, shrugs and charges for them...

CUT TO...Donald Loomis in the elevator. Moments after sending the FBI agents up to Michael's apartment, he was now heading up to see for himself. He mutters to himself.

Donald Loomis: "...I am to going to catch Michael, yes I am. I am going to catch Michael..."

-Donald sighs.

Donald Loomis: "...I am so going to catch Michael. I am so close. I have to catch him..."

-The elevator continues its way up.

Donald Loomis: "...I absolutely, postively have to catch Michael. I am going to catch Michael. I will catch the boogeyman once and for all!"

-That's when the elevator stops on his intended floor and the doors slide open. Donald steps out the hallway and down the hall. Donald slowly approaches Michael's apparent apartment. This was it. This was his big moment. Donald stops at the Michael's door. Apartment no. 666. Donald, hesitantly, approaches it.

-He doesn't know whether to knock or barge in. Did those FBI agents take care of Michael? Or, could have Michael overcame them? His father once told him of Michael's exploits. Michael has apparently wiped out Haddonfield's entire police squad.
-Donald finally takes action. He's about to knock on the door, when a fellow FBI agent, with particularly handsome and unscarred face, suddenly steps. The agent quickly shuts the door behind bumps into Donald. The agent looks surprised to see him.

FBI Agent: "Oh, uh, sorry."

Donald Loomis: "Well?"

FBI Agent: "Uh..."

Donald Loomis: "What about Michael?"

FBI Agent: "Oh, right. We got him. He's out for the count."

Donald Loomis: "Really?"

FBI Agent: "Oh, he sure is, sir. You'll be pleased."

Donald Loomis: "Wow! I have to see."

FBI Agent: "I don't think you want to, sir."

Donald Loomis: "Why not?"

FBI Agent: "It's not a pretty sight. The rest of the men...let's just say...are rounding up his body as we speak. I'm going back down stairs to get a body bag."

Donald Loomis: "That's okay. I can take a grisley scene."

-The agent shrugs.

FBI Agent: "Okay. But, don't say I didn't warn you."

-The FBI agent steps out of the way and Donald approaches the door. The agent, strangely, quickly screeches up to the elevator as if in a hurry. Donald is about to turn the knob when something hits him. There was something pacular about that agent.

Donald Loomis: "Wait a minute..."

-Donald thinks back to when he was at Pinhead's night club a while back. He sat at a side bar with a "Halloween" fanatic. Or so he thought...

[Flashback to "Horror Talk XXIX: The Contest"]

-Pinhead's night club. Donald walks up to a side bar and sits down. Donald turns his head to see a strange figure next to him. A tall man with a handsome, unscarred face, wearing blue overalls. He also notices the figure grasping a white Halloween mask set on the counter. But, Donald shrugs. He doesn't know that boogeyman was clever enough to get plastic surgery for his burnt face. He turns to the "Halloween" fanatic and laughs.

Donald Loomis: "A fan, huh?"

Halloween Fanatic: "You could say that."

CUT TO...moments later. Donald has had an interesting discussion with the fellow, and the fanatic was now getting up to leave.

Donald Loomis: "Hey, I'll cover your tab."

-The fantaic grabs his Michael Myers mask from the counter.

Halloween Fanatic: "Thanks."

-The fanatic puts his Michael Myers mask back on. Before he leaves, he turns to Donald once more.

Halloween Fanatic: "Hey, good luck on your case."

Donald Loomis: "Thanks."

[End of flashback]

-Donald smacks himself on the head.

Donald Loomis: "No!"

-Donald slowly turns his head to the FBI agent down the hall, waiting for the elevator. That FBI agent was the same "Halloween" fanatic he ran into in the night club. He was no FBI agent, he was Michael Myers! He had to be! Donald turns to Michael.

Donald Loomis: "Hey, you!"

-Michael turns his head and gulps. That's when the elevator doors slide open. He steps in and immediately presses the botton for the underground parking lot. As the elevator doors start to close, Michael sees Donald stop in front of the elevator and face him.

Donald Loomis: "Hey!"

-Just before the elevator doors close up on him, Donald, nearly out of breath, stares at Michael. Michael stares at him back. Then, the doors close and the elevator starts going back down. Donald kicks the elevator doors.

Donald Loomis: "No!"

-Donald sighs. Then, he immediately whips out his walkie-talkie and radios his fellow FBI agents.

Donald Loomis: "Michael just escaped in the elevator. He's on his way downstairs. Somebody go into the basement and stop that elevator!"

-Donald sighs of relief. At least he was still prepared for this. That's when he looks down the hall at Michael's apartment. He, hesitantly, starts walking up towards it. He had to see. He approaches apartment no. 666 and stops. He, hesitantly, takes hold of the knob and starts to turn it. Then, he starts to slowly open the door.

-As Donald sees from the hallway, the lights are off. He opens the door and, hesitantly, reaches for the light switch. He turns on the light...and looks in shock to see three dead FBI agents laying in puddles of blood in the hallway in front of him. Two of them have stab wounds and other's head is crushed.

Donald Loomis: "No..."

-Donald steps into the hallway and around the bodies. Stepping past the hallway, he looks to his left to see the living room and a kitchen ahead of them. The seven other FBI agents were killed brutally all over the place. Three agents laying on the sofa and one agent on the floor have stab wounds. One agent hangs from the wall, impaled by a butcher knife. Another agent hangs from the wall, impaled by a shotgun. The last agent lays in kitchen floor with his head crushed. The blood was everywhere.

Donald Loomis: "Oh, god!"

CUT TO...Michael in the elevator. With the duffle bag revealing one of his white, plain Halloween masks and pair of blue overalls, Michael proceeds to dress back into his regular gear. Michael shrugs and mutters to himself.

Michael Myers: "Ghostface! It had be Ghostface. Ghostface ratted me out. I can't believe this!"

-Michael sighs.

Michael Myers: "Now, Donald knows my face. My jig is up. What am I going to do now?"

-Suddenly, the elevator stops in its tracks between the 22nd and 23rd floor. The power is cut and Michael finds himself in darkness. Michael shrugs.

Michael Myers: "Well, first of all, I have to find another way out of here."

-Michael, now dressed in his Halloween gear, whips out a lighter and lights up a flame (Flick!), Michael look ups at the elevator ceiling above him. Recognizing a panel, Michael shrugs and burns the flame.

Michael Myers: "Here, I go."

-Michael reaches for the panel and starts to move it out of place. Just like in the movies. That's when Michael hears something above him. Michael moves the panel out of the way and looks up to see the elevator doors of the the 23rd floor proceed to pry open. Michael sighs and sets the panel back into place.

Michael Myers: "Great. Company."

CUT TO...the elevator doors on the 23rd floor prying open. Two FBI agents step forward and look down the elevator shaft at the stopped elevator a few feet below them. The first agent shrugs.

FBI Agent #1: "Here it is."

-The second agent shudders.

FBI Agent #2: "There he is."

FBI Agent #1: "Hey, you're not scared, are you?"

FBI Agent #2: "Well, Loomis is always saying this Michael Myers guy is 'evil,' 'evil on two legs,' 'pure evil', 'the boogeyman' and all that."

FBI Agent #1: "Oh, you shouldn't bother listening to Donald. He's a quack."

-The second agent continues looking down at the elevator. The first agent turns to him.

FBI Agent #1: "Well?"

FBI Agent #2: "What? You don't expect me to go step down there first, do you?"

FBI Agent #1: "Of course. Last time we did an elevator job, I went down first."

FBI Agent #2: "I don't want to go down first!"

FBI Agent #1: "Oh, don't chicken out on me! Don't tell me you're afraid of the boogeyman!"

-The second agent shudders.

FBI Agent #1: "Besides, the boogeyman isn't real. I told you already, Donald is a quack. Just like his father."

FBI Agent #2: "I don't know about that."

FBI Agent #1: "Well, I do. Step down!"

-The second agent sighs.

FBI Agent #1: "All right."

-The second gets down on his legs and climbs down onto the elevator.

FBI Agent #1: "Now, that's what I'm talking about. Now, remove the panel and take a look."

FBI Agent #2: "What??"

FBI Agent #1: "Remove the panel and look inside the elevator!"

FBI Agent #2: "I told you, I don't want to! If I peak my head in, the boogeyman is going to grab me and kill me!"

-The first agent sighs of frustration.

FBI Agent #1: "Fine, I'll do it!"

-The first shrugs and jumps down onto the elevator (Thud!).

FBI Agent #2: "Hey, be careful! You're going to tell the boogeyman where we are!"

-The first agents gets down on his knees and approaches the panel.

FBI Agent #1: "I think you're whining already did that."

-The first agent takes hold of the panel and slowly lifts it up to the second agent.

FBI Agent #1: "Here."

-The second agent grabs the panel and first agent approaches the square space within the ceiling.

FBI Agent #2: "Be careful."

FBI Agent #1: "Quiet."

-The first agent peaks his head into the darkness of the elevator.
FBI Agent #1: "I don't see anything. Just darkness."

-Suddenly, Michael grabs the first agent and pulls him into the elevator.

FBI Agent #1: "Argh!"

FBI Agent #2: "Bob!"

-Inside the elevator, Michael drops the first agent to the ground (Thud!). Then, Michael reaches down and grabs him. Grasping his neck, Michael takes the agent and slams him against the wall (Slam!).

FBI Agent #1: "Argh!"

-Michael slams the agent two more times (Slam! Slam!). The FBI agent struggles within Michael's grasp.

FBI Agent #1: "Argh! Argh!"

-That's when the second agent jumps in and attacks Michael.

FBI Agent #2: "Hey, boogeyman!"

-Michael falls the elevator floor and drops the first agent (Thud!) (Thud!).

FBI Agent #1: "Argh..."

-The second agent quickly gets up, whips out his gun and points it at Michael.

FBI Agent #2: "Don't move! Stay where you are! Now!"

-Michael, laying on the his back, stares back at the agent down with his dead-like eyes.

FBI Agent #2: "Oh, shit!"

-Michael gets up and approaches the agent. The agent tries to shoot him, but Michael shoves the gun away. Michael, standing up, grabs the second agent by his neck and shoves him up to the wall (Slam!).

FBI Agent #2: "Argh!"

-Michael applies pressure to the poor agent.

FBI Agent #2: "Argh!"

-Then, Michael proceeds to raise the agent up to the ceiling of the elevator. He continues his strangling hold.

FBI Agent #2: "Argh!"

-The poor agent struggles to get out of Michael's grasp.

FBI Agent #2: "Argh!"

-Alas, the second agent finally loses it. His feet flails over and he dies. Michael drops the body (Thud) and turns around to other agent. Regaining his strength and breath, the first agent looks at the other agent's lifeless body. Then, he looks up to Michael. Michael, tilting his head, looks him down.

FBI Agent #1: "Oh, no you don't!"

-The first agent gets up and lunges at Michael. He shoves Michael against the wall (Slam!) and punches him in his masked face (Pow!). He punches Michael again (Pow!). Then, he kicks him in his chest (Kick!). That's when Michael throws a mean punch at the agent, shoving him to the other wall (Slam!).

FBI Agent #1: "Ow."

-The agent looks back at Michael. Then, he notices the gun the other agent dropped. He quickly grabs it and points it at Michael.

FBI Agent #1: "Oh, now you're getting it..."

-The agent shoots Michael (Bang! Bang!).

FBI Agent #1: "...You son of a bitch!"

-The agent continues shooting Michael (Bang! Bang! Bang!). Michael flails about and falls to the ground (Thud). The agent stops and looks down at his body. But, Michael proceeds to move his arms in order to pick himself up.

FBI Agent #1: "Oh, no you don't!"

-The agent fires at Michael again (Bang! Bang!). Michael falls back down loosing his gripping. The agent continues shooting Michael down (Bang! Bang! Bang!). The agent goes for it one last time (Bang! Bang!). The FBI agent stops and steps back. The barrel was now empty and Michael was motionless. And, that's when he moves his arms to picks himself up again.

FBI Agent #1: "No!"

-The agent jumps at Michael to attack him. He lands on Michael's back, keeping him on down on the ground (Thud!). The agent punches at Michael's back a couple of times. Then, he goes at his neck and tries strangling him. That's when Michael overpowers him and rolls over. Now, Michael was over the agent strangling him.

FBI Agent #1: "Argh!"

-But, Michael was feeling weak from being shot. The agent overpowers him and is over him now, stranging him. Michael tries to get him off him, but he's just too weak at the moment. The FBI agent continues strangling Michael.

FBI Agent #1: "Die, you fucker! Die!"

-Michael struggles to do something. That's when he notices the screwdriver hanging from the control panel. Every so often, the elevator doors stall and he and his neighbors have to use the screwdriver, in order to mess with the circuits. Michael tries reaching it.

Michael Myers: "Argh..."

FBI Agent #1: "Oh, no you don't!"

-The agent applies more pressure around Michael's neck. Michael was feeling weaker. But, he keeps trying to reach the screwdriver.

Michael Myers: "...Argh..."

-The agent continues going at Michael's neck.

FBI Agent #1: "Die! Die!"

-Finally, that's when Michael reaches the screwdriver. He grabs it, and with a strong tug, whips its cord from the control panel. Then, takes hold of the screwdriver and raises his arm.

-Cut to the shadows on the wall. The agent's shadowy body is struggling to strangle Michael and finish him off. Michael's shadowy arm is raised in the air. Then, the shadowy arm makes its attacks and goes for the agent's shadowy neck (Shing!). A burst of blood splatters on the wall and the agent falls back.

FBI Agent #1: "Argh!"

-Michael rises and looks down on the struggling agent. The screwdriver is sticking into his neck and puddle of blood is spreading on the elevator floor.

FBI Agent #1: "Argh..."

-Finally, the agent dies. Michael shrugs and cracks his back (Crack). He was back. Michael Looks up at the space in the ceiling. He reaches for it and picks himself up. Michael proceeds to pick himself over the elevator ceiling and climb over. Sitting up over the ceiling, Michael looks around the elevator shaft. Then, he looks around to see an air vent within the 23rd floor. Michael shrugs.

Michael Myers: "Ah, ha."

CUT TO...Donald catching up with the FBI Chief in front of the apartment building's entrance area. Donald, having went taken the stairs all the way back down, is out of breath.

Donald Loomis: "Heh, heh, heh, I'm, heh, back..."

FBI Chief: "So, what happenend upstairs?"

-Donald shudders.

Donald Loomis: "Heh, heh, upstairs?"

FBI Chief: "Yeah, up on that high floor your boogeyman apparently lives on. You sent up ten of our top agents up there after him. What happened?"

Donald: "Heh, heh, um..."

-The chief glares at Donald.

FBI Chief: "Well...?"

-Donald shudders.

Donald Loomis: "He got `em."

FBI Chief: "Say that again?"

Donald Loomis: "He got them, sir. Michael, um, slaughtered all ten of them in his apartment."

FBI Chief: "You mean to tell me I let you send ten of our top agents after this boogeyman of yours, only to have them killed?!"

Donald Loomis: "Yes, but that's why I called in to tell you that he escaped down the elevator."

FBI Chief: "And, you also let him go??"

-Donald sighs.

Donald Loomis: "Yes. He fooled around with me. When I approached his apartment, I was about to go in when a fellow FBI agent suddenly burst out. At least I thought he was an FBI agent..."

-The Chief sighs of frustration.

Donald Loomis: "...And, it was too late when I realized he wasn't. He was already on the elevator when it hit me. And, his face! I saw his face, Chief! I finally saw his damn face! In fact, I've seen him before at..."

FBI Chief: "Oh, shut up, Donald!"

Donald Loomis: "Chief?"

FBI Chief: "I said, shut up!"

-The Chief sighs of frustration. Donald sighs as well.

Donald Loomis: "Anyway, what happened? Did the guys shut down the elevator?"

FBI Chief: "Yes, and I sent two agents up to catch him."

Donald Loomis: "You only sent two agents to catch him? Michael's a monster, he's not human! You should have sent at least five guys to get him through the elevator shaft!"

FBI Chief: "After I let you sent ten of our other agents for slaughter?!"

-Donald sighs.

Donald Loomis: "Well, did you hear from them yet?"

CUT TO...the underground parking lot. Three FBI agents patrol the area. Cut to the air vent built into the cement wall in the back...

FBI Agent #1: "Can you believe the job the Chief has us on tonight? It's total bullshit!"

FBI Agent #2: "Yeah, at is. Back at home, I was about to get laid!"

FBI Agent #3: "So was I! You know, if this turns out to be another false alarm, I'm going to kill Donald."

FBI Agent #2: "Him and his obsession with Michael Myers! I swear, he's a quack!

FBI Agent #1: "Yeah, just like his father!"

-Suddenly, they hear a noise in the back.

FBI Agent #1: "Hey, what was that?"

FBI Agent #2: "I don't know. Could it be the boogeyman??"

-The three agents turn to each other and laugh. Then, the second and third agents turn to the first one.

FBI Agent #1: "What?"

FBI Agent #2: "Go check."

FBI Agent #1: "Who, me? I-I don't want to!"

FBI Agent #2: "Oh, are you scared??"

FBI Agent #3: "Are you afraid the boogeyman is going to get you??"

-The second and third agents turn to each other and laugh.

FBI Agent #1: "No, I just don't want to!"

-The second agent shrugs.

FBI Agent #2: "Go get it."

FBI Agent #3: "Yeah."

FBI Agent #1: "Why me? Why do always have to check up on the mysterious noises?"

FBI Agent #3: "Because, we have seniority over you!"

FBI Agent #2: "Yeah!"

FBI Agent #1: "But, you guys will always have seniority over me! You both started working for the FBI before me."

FBI Agent #2: "I know, and we want you to go check on that mysterious noise!"

FBI Agent #3: "Yeah!"

-The first agent sighs.

FBI Agent #1: "Fine."

-The first agent whips out his gun and starts walking towards the back. The second agent turns to the third and snickers.

FBI Agent #2: "Watch out for the boogeyman!"

-The first agent, walking closer to the back, sneers back at them.

FBI agent #1: "Ha, ha."

-The second and third agents continue to laugh as the first agent appraoches the back of the underground parking lot.

FBI Agents #2 and 3: "Hahahahahahahahahaha!..."

-The first agent reaches the back wall of the parking lot where they heard the noise. Just a couple of parked cars and the air vent. The cage of the air vent was sealed. The agent looks around. No one is be seen. He stops and listens for a moment. Silence. Then, creeping. The agent looks around suspicously.

FBI Agent #1: "Hey guys?"

-More creeping.

FBI Agent #1: "Guys? I think I hear something..."

-That's when the second and third agents creep up on first agent and scare him.

FBI Agents #2 and 3: "Boo!"

FBI Agent #1: "Aaah!"

-The second and third agents burst out laughing.

FBI Agent #2: "That was good! We so got you!"

FBI Agent #3: "Yeah, we did! That was great!"

-The first agent sighs as the they all start to head back to the front section of the parking lot.

FBI Agent #1: "Oh, you guys..."

-The second and third agents continue laughing.

FBI Agents #2 and 3: "...Hahahahahahahahahaha!..."

FBI Agent #1: "Well, other than you two assholes, there was nothing back there..."

-Suddenly, they a hear a car start. The three agents stop in their tracks and turn around.

FBI Agent #3: "Did you hear that?"

FBI Agent #2: "Yeah."

FBI Agent #1: "Oh, very funny, guys. I'm sure that's just another fellow agent playing pranks."

-The second and third agents turn to the first.

FBI Agents #2 and 3: "Sssh!"

-The third agent turns to the second.

FBI Agent #3: "I never heard anybody come through the entrance section."

FBI Agent #2: "Neither did I."

-Suddenly, a Corvette Z-06 drives around the corner and heads toward the front exit. The agents step in front of the Corvette's path.

FBI Agent #2: "Stop your car, sir!"

FBI Agent #3: "Stop right now!"

FBI Agent #1: "Stop this instant!"

-But, the driver just speeds up and heads for the front exit. It was Michael! The agents whip out their guns and aim them at the Corvette. The driver continues speeding their way. The agents turn to each other and start shooting at the Corvette. Michael sighs of frustration.

Michael Myers: "Hey!"

-Michael speeds up more and drives for the front exit. Seeing that the Corvette is not stopping, the agents jump out of Michael's way. Michael proceeds to drive up the ramp to the front lot of the apartment. Donald looks over to see the Corvette suddenly screech out of the underground parking lot of the apartment building (Screech!). He shrugs.

Donald Loomis: "Michael!"

-Michael, seeing the front lot of the apartment building being blocked off by numerous FBI Ford Excursions, floors it (Screech!). Michael shifts to this second gear of his car and drives toward two of the Ford Excursions. He drives head on between two of them (Crunch!) (Crunch!), causing them to screech out of the way (Screech!) (Screech!). Michael makes it through and drives away down Woody Allen Ave. Donald falls back and sighs.

Donald Loomis: "Nooo...!"

-As Michael drives away, he whips out his cell phone and calls Jason.

Jason Voorhees: "Mike? What's going on, it's the dead of night."

Michael Myers: "Jason, I'm in trouble."

Jason Voorhees: "What kind of trouble?"

Michael Myers: "Ghostface ratted me out. I think he, or she, called Donald Loomis and told him about my whereabouts. The FBI just raided my apartment."

Jason Voorhees: "Crap, man."

Michael Myers: "I know. I barely escaped from my building. I'm driving down Woody Allen Ave. right now. Jason, I need to find a place to hide out at. At least for a while. I have to keep a low profile until I figure what is exactly going on."

Jason Voorhees: "I know, Crystal Lake."

Michael Myers: "Crystal Lake?"

Jason Voorhees: "Yeah, man. Camp Crystal Lake. It's not too far from New York. Ghostface and the FBI won't know to find you there. I'll get Fred and we'll catch up to you."

Michael Myers: "All right."

CUT TO...Michael driving his Corvette down the highway away from New York, later on in the late morning. The front his car is a little banged up. Michael casually drives down the highway, trying not to look suspicous. Then again, what if the FBI knew about his Corvette? Could Ghostface known about it? Could Ghostface have told the Donald Loomis his license plate number?

CUT TO...the license plate at the rear of Micheal's Corvette. It reads - BMan666.

CUT TO...a Ford Taurus further back, with a father, mother and teenage son. Suddenly, the teenager wakes up from a dream or trance.

Teenager: "Aaah! Oh, my god!"

-The father and mother turn back to their son.

Mother: "Christopher!"

Father: "What what I we told you? You don't say the lord's name in vain!"

Teenager: "I'm sorry. It's just that I had a nightmare. No! I had a preminition!"

-The father and mother turn to each other. Those damn "Final Destination" movies. The mother turns back to her teenager son.

Mother: "What kind of preminition?"

Teenager: "Well, there was this car chase going on. And, this truck. And, the truck got out of control..."

-The teenage shudders.

Teenager: "...And then, a lot of bad stuff happened!"

-The mother turns back to her husband, then to her son.

Mother: "What kind of bad stuff? What happened?"

-The teenager shudders.

Teenager: "Umm..."

-The mother turns to her husband. Then, the father looks back to his son.

Father: "That's it, no more 'Final Destination' movies for you, young man!"

Teenager: "What?? No! 'Final Destination 3' is supposed to be coming out next year!"

Mother: "And, you won't be seeing it."

-The teenager freaks out.

Teenager: "Nooo...!"

CUT BACK TO...Michael, continuing to casually drive down the hallway. That's when his cell phone rings. He, hesitantly, answers.

Michael Myers: "Uh, hello?"

Freddy Krueger: "Hey, Mike. Jason and I are on our way. We just hit the highway."

Michael Myers: "Good."

Freddy Krueger: "Are you okay?"

Michael Myers: "I'm all right. I'm just...actually, I'm really surprised by the recent turn of events. There's so much crazy shit going on. First, Ghostface comes back. Then, Ghostface found out where I live. Then, he..."

Freddy Krueger: "Or, she."

Michael Myers: "...Yeah...calls Donald Loomis and rats me out."

Freddy Krueger: "Yeah, Jason told me that the FBI raided your pad. How'd you escape?"

Michael Myers: "It wasn't easy. First, I had to take care of ten FBI agents that raided my pad. Then, I changed disguises with one of the FBI agents and snuck out of my apartment. That's when I ran into Donald Loomis."

Freddy Krueger: "Oh, crap. Really?"

Michael Myers: "Yep. I shrugged and pretended to be an FBI agent. I told him we captured the 'suspect.' Then, I quickly got to the elevator. But, Donald eventually suspected me."

Freddy Krueger: "How?"

Michael Myers: "He saw me before at Pinhead's night club. I was there having drinks. It was around the same time we were having that contest."

Freddy Krueger: "Oh, right. The contest. I still can't believe Jason won!"

Michael Myers: "Anyway, he saw me at the bar with my mask off. I thought he would have realized the situation, but he didn't. He thought I was just some 'Halloween' fanatic."

Freddy Krueger: "You never told Jason and I this."

Michael Myers: "I didn't think it mattered. And back in my building, Donald eventually realized I wasn't another FBI agent. He yelled back at me and tried to stop me. I barely escaped down the elevator shaft and through the air vent to the underground parking lot. But, Donald now knows my face."

Freddy Krueger: "Crap. So, what are you going to do?"

Michael Myers: "As of now, I'm going to wait out at Crystal Lake for a while. Jason told me go there. I have to keep a low profile and figure out to get myself out of this mess."

Freddy Krueger: "Oh, so we're pretty much vacationing at Jason's old hunting grounds for a while. That's cool."

-Michael sighs.

Michael Myers: "I was also thinking about Jason...and how he lost Todd again."

-Freddy sighs.

Freddy Krueger: "I know.

Michael Myers: "All this nonsense is happening so sudden lately. I can't help but think that..."

Freddy Krueger: "What? What is it?"

Michael Myers: "I can't help but think that...Ghostface has to do with Todd's death."

Freddy Krueger: "Wait, you think that Ghostface may have to do with, um, that tragic event? You think that he, or she, set them up?"

Michael Myers: "Possibly."

Freddy Krueger: "I don't know what to say. But at this point, it could be anything. I mean, we still don't know who Ghostface is yet."

Michael Myers: "I feel like this is a 'Scream' movie. Some mysterious psychopath, or some survivor from one our pasts, set us up and the worlds around us are breaking apart."

Freddy Krueger: "We'll find out what's going on soon enough. In the meantime, we'll have to chill and figure things out."

Michael Myers: "Yeah. But, don't tell Jason about our little conspiracy theory concerning Ghostface and Todd. I don't think he should hear it. At least not yet."

Freddy Krueger: "Oh, I won't. Don't worry."

Michael Myers: "I'll see you guys later."

Freddy Krueger: "Yep."

-Michael hangs up on Freddy. Freddy, riding with Jason, in his BMW X5 SUV, puts his cell phone away. Jason turns to him.
Jason Voorhees: "What was that all about?"

Freddy Krueger: "Oh, we were just going over this stupid Ghostface situation. You know, last year's Ghostface was one thing. But, this one is another. Whoever it is, even if its John again, Ghostface is putting a lot more effort into it. We're really in deep this time."

Jason Voorhees: "We sure are."

CUT BACK TO...Michael, casually driving down the highway. Further back, are five FBI Ford Excursions. Riding in one of them is Donald Loomis and FBI Chief.

FBI Chief: "You sure about this, Donald?"

Donald Loomis: "Yes, I'm sure. The caller told me that Michael might escape this way."

FBI Chief: "How do you know this 'caller' is for real? How do you know its not your boogeyman messing around with you again?"

Donald Loomis: "I don't think it is, sir. I mean, my source pointed us out to his apartment."

-Donald points to a duffle bag in the rear seat containing Michael's mask collection, blue overalls and knife collection.

FBI Chief: "You may have been right about that..."

-The chief sighs.

FBI Chief: "...But, it didn't help the fates of twelve of our men."

Donald Loomis: "I'm sorry about that, sir. But, it's not like I haven't warned you guys before about how dangerous Michael is. Hell, my father warned everyone in Haddonfield about Michael and they didn't listen."

FBI Chief: "Well, so be it. But, if this is another false alarm and if I see another face behind that mask other than Michael's..."

-Donald gulps.

FBI Chief: "...I'll personally see to it that you are kicked off the force. Permanently. You better not be wasting my time with another one of your 'callers' again. You got that?"

Donald Loomis: "Perfectly."

-Donald shrugs and looks out in front. That's when he spots a Corvette Z-06.

Donald Loomis: "That's it! That's the car! that's Michael!"

FBI Chief: "Are you sure?"

Donald Loomis: "Well, let me see."

-Donald looks ahead at the license plate on the rear end of the Corvette.

Donald Loomis: "B...Man...666...BMan666! That's what the caller told me!"

-Donald turns to The chief.

Donald Loomis: "That's Michael!"

FBI Chief: "All right. Let's do it."

-The chief whips out a walkie-talkie and radios the FBI Ford Excursions around him.

FBI Chief: "The suspect is straight ahead in the yellow Corvette Z-06. Surround the suspect and slow him down. But, whatever you do, watch out for civilians on the road."

-The FBI agent driving the first Ford Excursion radios back.

FBI Agent #1: "Yes, sir."

-The FBI agent driving the second Ford Excursion responds back.

FBI Agent #2: "Will do."

-The FBI agent driving the third Ford Excursion radios back.

FBI Agent #3: "Certainly, Chief."

-The FBI agent driving the fourth Ford Excursion responds back.

FBI Agent #4: "Hell, yeah!"

-All the FBI agents turn on their sirens in their cars and start catching up to the Corvette. The

FBI agent driving Donald Loomis and the chief turns on his sirens and follows.

CUT BACK TO...Michael, continuing down the hallway. Hearing sirens behind him, he looks back to see four familiar Ford Excursions driving his way.

Michael Myers: "No way..."

-The Ford Excursions continue after. Michael shrugs.

Michael Myers: "Here I go again!"

-Michael shifts up to his car's third gear and speeds up. The drivers in the Ford Excursions watch as the Corvette screeches away (Screech!). Then, the chief radios them.

FBI Chief: "He's getting away. Go after him!"

FBI Agent #1: "All right."

FBI Agent #2: "Let's do this thing!"

FBI Agent #3: "Certainly, Chief."

FBI Agent #4: "Hell, fuckin, yeah!"

-The four FBI agents speed up and start go heading after the Corvette. Michael, driving at 80 miles per hour, swiftly drives around several packs of cars down the highway. He looks in the mirror to see the Ford Excursions catching up. With their sirens blaring, cars clear out of the way of the Ford Excursions. Michael speeds up a more and drives past more cars.

FBI Agent #2: "Do you guys see how fast that Corvette is going?? I want one!"

FBI Agent #3: "Speed up, everyone. We have to keep up with the suspect."

-Michael, driving swiftly around other packs of cars, looks in the mirror. More cars were clearing out of the way for the Ford Excursions.

Michael Myers: "I thought those big things were too big and heavy to drive that fast. They must be souped up for the FBI."

-Michael shrugs and shifts up to the fourth gear of his car. Screeching up to 120 miles per hour (Screech!), he drives past more cars. The agents, seeing the Corvette drive further away, start speeding up more after Michael.

FBI Agent #4: "Holy shit! Until now, we've never been able to drive this fast on the job! Yee-haw!"

FBI Agent #3: "Hey, our jobs aren't to drive fast after suspects. Our jobs are to stop suspects, by any means necessary. But, we have to careful too. Watch out for civilians."

FBI Agent #1: "Our suspect is running out of road. Up ahead is more cars and more traffic. He'll have to slow down."

FBI Agent #3: "Very good. Now, we'll be able to catch to him."

-Michael, swiftly driving around packs of cars, looks in despair.

Michael Myers: "Oh, no."

-Up ahead was more and more cars. Traffic! Michael shrugs.

Michael Myers: "Damn New York traffic."

-Michael, realizing the situation, starts slowing down. He had get past these extra cars. As he does, he sees cars behind him clearing out of the way for the Ford Excursions. They were starting to catch up.

Michael Myers: "Ah, great."

-Michael slows down more to drive past bigger packs of cars. He also sees the Ford Excursions catching up more.

FBI Agent #1: "Here we go."

FBI Agent #2: "All right!"

FBI Agent #3: "We're getting him."

FBI Agent #4: "Yee-haw!"

-More cars clear out their ways, creating a path for them. They were catching up to the Corvette. Michael, bracing himself, drives slower past more and more cars. He was down to 70 miles per hour. He looks back again and sees the Ford Excursions nearing him.

Michael Myers: "Oh, I'm in deep."

-Michael looks back ahead. More traffic.

Michael Myers: "Oh, come on."

FBI Agent #1: "He's running out road."

FBI Agent #2: "Yes, he is. Yes, he is."

FBI Agent #3: "He's slowing down."

FBI Agent #4: "We're getting him! We're getting him!"

-Michael, driving down to 60 miles per hour, drives past bigger packs of cars. He looks back around. The Ford Excursions were right behind him. Michael gulps. He looks back up ahead. More traffic and less open road.

FBI Agent #2: "We're right behind him. Let's start trapping him in."

FBI Agent #1: "I'll drive up to his left side."

FBI Agent #3: "I'll drive up to the right."

FBI Agent #4: "Hell, I'll drive ahead and block him in front."

FBI Agent #2: "And, I guess I'll block him from behind."

-Michael swiftly drives his Corvette past more cars, but he sees cars behind him clear out of the way for the Ford Excursions. One of them, the first one, starts driving up to his left side.

Michael Myers: "Oh, hell no."

-Then, he sees another one, the fourth one, start driving up to his right side.

Michael Myers: "You guys aren't catching me. No way."

-But, with too many cars ahead, Michael has no way to go. He stays at 65 miles per hour, leaving the two Ford Excursions to drive up to his sides. The first Ford Excursion drives up to the Corvette's left side.

FBI Agent #1: "I'm getting him."

-That's when the first FBI agent sees the Corvette suddenly ram swerve up to his Ford Excursion, side-swipping him (Crunch!). The FBI agent almost loses control of his vehicle (Screech! Screech!).

FBI Agent #1: "Hey, the suspect just side-swiped me!"

FBI Agent #4: "Well, I got him."

-The fourth Ford Excursion drives up to the right side of the Corvette. Michael looks to his left and right to see himself being blocked off. Not only could he not speed up ahead because of traffic, he was now being blocked off at the sides. That's when Michael gets an idea. He suddenly starts slowing down (Screee...). But, the rear of his Corvette unexpectedly bumps into the front of another Ford Excursion, the second one (Crunch!). Michael sighs, the rear of his car is banged up.

-Now, Michael is stuck all four ways. Too many civilian cars were blocking high way in front him and Ford Excursions block his left, right and rear sides. He looks ahead for openings.

Michael Myers: "Come on."

-Michael desperately looks ahead. But, he's stuck where he is.

Michael Myers: "Oh, come on!"

-That's when Michael sees the Ford Excursion to his right start to drive ahead. Seeing an opportunity, Michael starts to steer to his right. But, as the fourth Ford Excursion drives up ahead, another Ford Excursion, the third one, quickly starts driving up to his right side.

Michael Myers: "No way."

-The third Ford Excursion proceeds to block off Michael's right side. And then, the fourth Ford Excursion starts driving in front him.

Michael Myers: "No, no."

-The fourth Ford Excursion drives into Michael's lane and in front him. As it now stood, Michael was blocked off in front him, behind, and to the left and right him, by the FBI Ford Excursions. He was trapped.

FBI Agent #1: "We got him."

FBI Agent #2: "Oh, yeah, we sure did."

FBI Agent #3: "We got him!"

FBI Agent #4: "Hell, yeah! Yee-haw!"

-The Fifth Ford Excursion catches up to the scene.

Donald Loomis: "They've trapped him. They've actually trapped him. They got Michael!"

-The FBI Chief radios the other Excursions.

FBI Chief: "Good job. Now, start slowing down the suspect."

-Michael looks in despair. What he was he going to do? That's when the Ford Excursion in front him suddenly starts slowing down. Michael, not ready for this action, doesn't break in time. The front of his Corvette bumps into the Ford Excursion, banging it more (Crunch!). Michael sighs.

-Then, in response to slowing down, the Ford Excursion behind him ends up bumbing into his rear (Crunch!). His rear is banged up more also.

-As the Ford Excursions slow him down, the first and third Ford Excursions to his left and right slow down keeping up the other FBI vehicles. Michael was trapped. In the fifth Ford Excursion, Donald Loomis sighs of relief.

Donald Loomis: "At last, I'll be able to catch him. At last, I'll be able to catch...the boogeyman."

-The FBI chief sighs over Donald's rambling. That's when a black, long-nosed big rig carrying a boxed-in trailer honks behind the Ford Excursion (Honk! Honk!). It was Rusty Nail! The tractor-trailer speeds up towards Ford Excursion. The FBI chief turns to the FBI agent driving them.

FBI Chief: "Watch out!"

-The agent tries to steer out of the way in time, but the big rig rams it (Crunch!). The fifth Ford Excursion, upon action, loses control and crashes off the road into a pole (Crash!). Rusty Nail shrugs speeds up after the other Ford Excursions. Michael, meanwhile, is being slowed down more and more by the Ford Excursions blocking him off. That's when his cell phone rings. Michael, hesitantly, answers.

Michael Myers: "Hello?"

Rusty Nail: "Candy Cane..."

Michael Myers: "Rusty Nail?"

Rusty Nail: "I heard about the FBI raiding your apartment building over news on my radio. I also heard the FBI over my CB-radio and heard there was trouble up the highway.

Michael Myers: "You have no idea."

Rusty Nail: "Stay put. I'll be there in a moment."

Michael Myers: "You will?"

Rusty Nail: "You'll see..."

-Suddenly, the Ford Excursion blocking Michael's Corvette slows down more. Michael slows down with it. Then, the Ford Excursion behind him bumps into him, trying to slow him down more (Crunch!). The rear of his Corvette is banged up more. Michael sighs for his Corvette.

Michael Myers: "I swear, they're going to pay for this..."

-That's when Michael hears blaring noise behind him (Honk! Honk!). Michael looks around to see a black, long-nosed big rig carrying a boxed in trailer behind it...Rusty Nail! The FBI agents in the first Ford Excursion blocking the Corvette's rear look around to see the tractor-trailer about to side-swipe them.

FBI Agents: "Aaah...!"

-Rusty Nail steers to his left and viciously sideswipes the first Ford Excursion (Crunch!). The Ford Excursion is sent violently tumbling to side of the road (Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!...). Finally, it tumbles to a stop (...Crunch!). Then, it explodes (BANG!). The FBI agents in the three remaining Ford Excursions look back in shock. Michael sighs of relief.

-Rusty Nail, continuing after the Ford Excursions, drives after the third one blocking the right side of the Corvette. The agents in the third Ford Excursion look in horror as the the tractor-tractor rams straight into it (Crunch!). The Ford Excursion is sent up the road, nearly losing control (Screech! Screech!). Then, Rusty Nail speeds up and rams it again (Crunch!).

-The Ford Excursion is sent tumbling down the road (Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!). The Ford Excursion continues tumbling down the road (Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!). Finally, the Ford Excursion stops on its four wheels on another lane and the FBI agents sigh of relief. Then, they see a car proceed to crash into them.

FBI Agents: "Aaah...!"

-The car crashes into the Ford Excursion (Crash!), and upon action, the Ford Excursion explodes (BANG!). Then, the car explodes (BANG!).

-Michael, meanwhile, manages to steer himself away from the two remaining FBI Ford Excursions. With less traffic deal with, he has more open road. He goes for it and screeches away (Screech!). Michael shifts to the second gear and speeds up. Then, he shifts up the third gear and drives further away (Screech!).

-But, the remaining FBI agents aren't giving up yet.

FBI Agent #4: "Let's not let him get away! Yee-haw!"

FBI Agent #1: "Let's get `em!"

-The first and fourth Ford Excursions go back to chasing the Corvette. But, Rusty Nail isn't finished. He shrugs and speeds up after the Ford Excursions. Michael, now driving at 100 miles drives around packs of cars. And behind him, he sees cars clearing away for the two remaining Ford Excursions. Michael shrugs.

Michael Myers: "Here we go again!"

-Michael speeds up and screeches away (Screech!). The Ford Excursions continue after.

FBI Agent #1: "After all this trouble, we aren't letting him get away! No way!"

FBI Agent #4: "Yee-haw!"

-Rusty Nail, catching up to the Ford Excursions, honks his horns (Honk! Honk!). Nearing the fourth Ford Explorer, he goes for it and proceeds to ram side-swipe it. But, the Ford Excursion steers out the way in time (Screech!). Rusty Nail, still in his steering motion, isn't quick enough to steer the other way and loses control of his truck. Michael, who left his cell phone on over the passanger seat, overhears Rusty Nail.

Rusty Nail: "Uh, oh..."

Michael Myers: "Uh?"

-Then, Michael looks around to see Rusty Nail's losing control of his truck.

Michael Myers: "Oh, crap..."

-Rusty Nail tries to keep the steering steady, but is having trouble. All in the while, the trailer behind him starts to drag to the left of the road. (Scree...!). Rusty Nail tries to regain control, but simply can't. The trailer continues dragging to the left (...Screech!...)

CUT TO...the Ford Taurus with the father, mother and teenage son, to the right of the road. They look in horror to see the trailer breaking off and unhooking from the big rig and (...Screech!...Crunch!...).

-Then, they see the trailer proceed to tumble down the left side of the road, crushing over various cars (Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!...). They watch as the trailer continues to tumble down the higway, crushing over more cars (...Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!...). Then, they watch the trailer tumble its merry way down the road, crushing over two FBI Ford Excursions (...Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!...). Finally, they see the trailer crush over a few more cars (...Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!...) and finally stop (...Car-runch!)

-The father and mother look in shock. All those poor people... Their son turns to them.

Teenager: "See, I told you!"

CUT TO...Michael driving back down the highway away from the scene.

Michael Myers: "Whew."

-That's when Michael sees Rusty Nail drive to the right of him. He finally regained his steering. Michael grabs his cell phone.
Michael Myers: "Hey, are you okay?"

Rusty Nail: "Other than my cargo, I'm fine."

Michael Myers: "Thanks for coming to my rescue."

Rusty Nail: "Don't mention it."

Michael Myers: "I'm sorry about your cargo back there."

Rusty Nail: "Don't worry about it. It's my problem, not yours. But, what about you? You're car looks wrecked."

-As it stands, Michael's Corvette is pretty banged up in the front and back.

Michael Myers: "Oh, that. I'll be all right."

Rusty Nail: "Well, I guess I'll see you another time."

Michael Myers: "Yes, we will."

Rusty Nail: "Keep a lookout for Candy Cane for me."

Michael Myers: "Of course."

-Rusty Nail speeds and drives off in his black, long-nosed big rig.

CUT TO...The fifth Ford Excursion, looking banged up, driving up to the scene where the trailer tumbled over. Donald Loomis and the FBI chief step out of the vehicle and look in shock.

Donald Loomis: "Oh...my..."

-The chief sighs of frustration

FBI Chief: "Donald!"

Donald Loomis: "Chief?"

FBI Chief: "Do you see what's happened?"

-Donald sighs.

Donald Loomis: "Yes, I do, sir."

FBI Chief: "Look at that! Just look at that!"

-Donald looks at the destruction.

FBI Chief: "More of our top agents are killed. As well as civilians. What do you have to say for yourself?"

-Donald sighs.

Donald Loomis: "That Michael escaped and that a tractor-trailer lost control. I don't know what else to say."

FBI Chief: "Oh, Donald, if only..."

-Suddenly, Donald's cell phone rings. Donald immediately answers.

Donald Loomis: "Hello?...Yes?...Oh, you..."

-The chief swipes the cell phone from Donald.

Donald Loomis: "Hey!"

FBI Chief: "Hello? Who is this?"

-Silence. Then, a hang up. The Chief sighs and hands Donald back his cell phone. Donald takes it and tries to respond, but sees that the caller hung up. He sighs and turns to the chief.

Donald Loomis: "Chief? How could you do that? That was the caller. He, or she, was going to tell me where Michael might be going."

FBI Chief: "Your friend didn't tell me."

Donald Loomis: "Because, you scared him, or her, off, that's why! Now, I'll have to wait again!"

FBI Chief: "Donald, this better be for real. All this death around us...it better be for a reason."

Donald Loomis: "You don't know what death is."

CUT TO...Michael riding with Freddy and Jason, in Jason's BMW X5 SUV later on in the late morning.

Michael Myers: "Thanks for your help, guys."

Freddy Krueger: "Hey, no problem."

Jason Voorhees: "It's just a shame you had to ditch your Corvette. It was so cool to ride in!"

-Michael sighs and thinks about all the times he had with his Corvette...

[Sad montage; Cue the song, "The Road is Long"]

-Cut to Michael waiting at the garage, as his machanic, Putty, is repairing his Corvette.

-Flashback to "Horror Talk VI: At The Movies." Michael, in his Corvette with Jason, is being chased through the streets of New York by Rusty Nail in his Viper. Michael outruns Rusty Nail.

-Cut to Michael waiting at the garage, as Putty is tuning the engine of his Corvette.

-Flashback to "Horror Talk XV: At The Movies II." Michael, in his Corvette with Freddy, street races down the streets of New York against two punks in a 1994 Ferrari F355. Michael manages outruns the punks.

-Cut to Michael driving his Corvette all the way from New York City to Haddonfield, Illinois. A family has made the misfortune of moving into his childhood home.

-Flashback to "Horror Talk XXIV: At The Movies III." Michael, driving his Corvette as always, and Rusty Nail, driving his Viper, both chase Knight Rider, Michael Knight in his Pontiac Trans Am, K.I.T.T., down the streets of New York. Michael and Rusty Nail outrun Knight Rider and teach them a lesson.

-Cut to Michael, in his Corvette with Putty, street racing down the streets of New York against the likes of street demons, Brian O'Connor and Dominic Toretto. Michael, as always, outruns them.

[End of montage; uncue music]

-Michael sighs again.

Michael Myers: "I had to, the FBI identified it and my plate. Besides, it was too totalled to have Putty fix up."

Freddy Krueger: "I can't believe that Rusty Nail came to your rescue like that."

Michael Myers: "Well, he did."

Freddy Krueger: "He always seems to be around when we're in the most trouble."

Jason Voorhees: "Anyway, we should be nearing the border between New York and New Jersey soon."

Freddy Krueger: "Wait a minute..."

-Freddy turns to Michael.

Freddy Krueger: "...You don't think that New Jersey police will be waiting for us, do you? Could the FBI have radioed them?"

Michael Myers: "It's possible."

Freddy Krueger: "What are we going to do then?"

Michael Myers: "I don't know yet."

-Suddenly, Michael's cell phone rings. He, hesitantly, answers.

Michael Myers: "Hello?"

Ghostface: "What's up?!"

Michael Myers: "Well, you're really determined to get me, aren't you?"

Ghostface: "I sure am!"

Michael Myers: "Let me tell you something..."

Ghostface: "No, let me tell you something! I know where you're going! I know where you, Freddy and Jason, are all planning to hide out at."

Michael Myers: "There's no way you could know that."

Ghostface: "Oh, trust me, there is. I've had all this planned out for a long time."

Michael Myers: "How long?"

Ghostface: "What, you think I'm going to tell you and possibly hint at my secret identity? Of course not!"

Michael Myers: "Honestly, this 'Ghostface' persona could not be anymore superficial. Why don't you just reveal who you are, so that we can duke it out. Man-to-man or man-to-women..."

-Ghostface snickers.

Michael Myers: "...Whatever it is. How would like that?"

Ghostface: "Oh, we'll get to go at it eventually. You'll see."

-Ghostface hangs up on Michael.

Michael Myers: "Ghostface? Ghostface?"

-Michael sighs and puts his cell phone away.

Michael Myers: "This Ghostface is not playing around. He, or she, must mean business. Ghostface also said that he, or she, knows where we're going."

Jason Voorhees: "To Crsytal Lake? There's no way Ghostface could know that."

Michael Myers: "That's what I thought."

Freddy Krueger: "What should we do then? Keep heading to Crystal Lake or some place else?"

Michael Myers: "Hmm...I think Ghostface is just trying to scare us. Let's continue going to Crystal Lake."

-That's when Jason stops his BMW.

Jason Voorhees: "Hey, guys..."

-They were now at the border between New York and New Jersey and several police cars were blocking their way. Police officers step out of the vehicles and look over at them suspicously.

Michael Myers: "Oh, shit."

Freddy Krueger: "So, what are we going to do?"

-Michael shrugs and whips out a big, sharp kitchen knife (Shing!). He turns to Freddy and Jason, and proceeds to step out of the SUV. Jason shrugs and whips out his machete (Shing!). He turns to Freddy. Freddy shrugs and shows off his claws (Shing!). Freddy and Jason step out of the SUV and join Michael's side. They face the blockade and police officers. Then, they start walking towards the blockade, ready to teach the New Jersey police officers a lesson, Myers-, Voorhees-, and Krueger-style!

TO BE CONTINUED....