"I cannot believe it," Randy said, looking up at the tv playing the interview for the movie Stab. "they got Tori Spelling to play Sid, and they cast Joe Blow nobody to play me. At least you two get David Schwimmer and Matt Damon. I get the guy who drove the stagecoach for one episode of Dr. Quinn."

"I am played by Matt Damon?" Adrian questioned, looking at Randy with slightly widened eyes.

"Yeah, I guess they're going for an innocent kind of look." Dewey answered for the boy, who in turn raised his eyebrows at Dewey. "I heard it from somewhere." He added, shrugging.

"I'll wait for video. Ok, let's get down to business, the way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel, you know, cash in on all of the movie murder hoopla, so it's our job to observe rules of a sequel." Randy said, looking at the two in front of him. "Number one, the body count is always bigger, number two, the death scenes are always much more elaborate, more blood, more gore, carnage candy. Your core audience just expects it. And number three, never..."

"How do we find the killer Randy, that's what I want to know!" Dewey said.

"Well, let's look at the suspects. There's Derek, the obvious boyfriend, hello Billy Loomis!" Randy said.

"So you think you think it's Derek?" Adrian asked, turning his head to look at Randy.

"Not so fast, let's assume if the killer or ers has half a brain, he's not a Nick at Nite rerun type of guy, he wants to break some new ground, so forget the boyfriend thing, it's tired. Who else do we got?" Randy asked, looking at Adrian.

"Mickey." Adrian said.

Randy nods. "Mickey, the freaky Tarantino film student. But if he is a suspect, so am I. So, let's move on."

"Well, let's not move on. What if you are a suspect?" Dewey asked.

"If he's a suspect, you're a suspect, and I too will be a suspect." Adrian said.

"You've got a point, ok, let's move on to..." Dewey trailed off.

"Hallie." Randy said.

"Sid's roommate?" Dewey asked.

"Uh huh." Randy said.

"Typically, serial killers are white male." Dewey said.

"That's why it's perfect! It's sort of against the rules but not really. Mrs. Voorhees was a terrific serial killer, and there's always room for Candyman's daughter. She's sweet, she's bad for your teeth." Randy said.

"Come on Randy, these kids are your friends. Who do you think is the killer?" Dewey asked, turning to look at Adrian.

"Mickey is too fascinated by me." Adrian said, shrugging his shoulders.

"He's in love with you, Adrian." Dewey said.

"No, you don't understand. He is too fascinated by Adrian and his story, he's trying to interview me, Adrian, Sid and Tatum." Randy said, agreeing with Adrian.

"You know Mrs. Loomis visited me in prison." Adrian said.

"What?" Randy questioned, looking at Adrian with slightly widened eyes.

"We just talked about random stuff, but, every time she mentioned Billy, there's something in her eyes that looked familiar to Billy when he threatened me." Adrian said.

"Do you think she's here?" Dewey asked.

"The call did say they wanted me." Adrian said, shrugging.

"We have to be careful then." Dewey said.

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"So, let's just assume that the killer or killers are planning their next..." Gale didn't get to finish her sentence as her phone rang. "Hello? I'll have to call you back."

"Well, that doesn't make sense, Sidney wasn't killed in Woodsboro." Dewey said.

"Well, at least not for a lack of trying. The killer is trying to finish what was started, but with Adrian." Randy said, looking at Adrian who is laying down on the grass with his eyes closed.

"Well, it was under her protection right?" Gale said, her phone was ringing again. "Hello? Tell Bob, I'll call him back!"

"When did she start smoking?" Dewey asked.

"Ever since those nude pictures on the internet." Randy answered.

"It was just my head, it was Jennifer Aniston's body! Look, there were more victims: my cameraman, Himbry..." Gale said.

"Now hold up for a second there, I don't need to be hearing about some dead cameraman. Listen, I am a verb away from vacating these premises. I'm gonna get some coffee, doughnuts, prozac, see if I can find some crack, Special K of Malcolm X, and I'll be back when you all start talking about something more Saved by the Bell-ish." Joel said, walking away.

"He seems a little tense." Dewey said.

"Don't worry about him! If the killer is trying to copycat, who's next?" Gale asked.

"I wouldn't copycat any killer, we all were involved in Woodsboro." Dewey said.

"So what do you want to do about it bonehead? Just want to sit and see who drops next." Gale said.

"Well, I don't know... phonehead!" Dewey said when the phone rings again.

Randy picks the phone up and places it against his ear. "Gale's not here!"

"I'm not interrupting anything am I? You four look deep in thought. Have you ever felt a knife tear through flesh and scrape the bottom of the bone beneath?" The voice said, laughing devilishly.

"It's him." Randy said, seeing Adrian instantly sitting up from the corner of his eyes as he looks at Dewey and Gale.

"Who?" Dewey asked.

"The killer, he can see us." Randy said.

The four stood up, looking around for the killer.

"Just keep him on the phone." Dewey said.

"What do you want me to say?" Randy asked.

"I don't know, just keep him talking. Come on, Gale, Adrian." Dewey said, about to start walking away but stopped when Adrian didn't follow him.

"You go on ahead." Adrian said, looking at Randy who is talking with the killer. "I'm gonna stay with Randy." He said as Dewey nods, walking away with Gale. Adrian walked towards Randy who has started walking around as well.

"Why do you care? Let them have their fun. So, what's up?" Randy said, peeking behind him at Adrian who is five feet away from him, approaching.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"Showgirls, absolutely frightening!" Randy said as a girl looked at him, offended. "Sorry. So, what's your favorite scary movie? The Dorm that Dripped Blood, The House on Sorority Row, Graduation Day?" He asked, talking with the killer for more, turning behind him at Adrian.

Adrian's eyes widened when the newsvan behind Randy opened and was about to pull Randy into the van. He ran as fast as he could, shouting Randy's name, and pushed Randy out of the killer's reach. He didn't look at Randy, who was laying on the ground with a stunned expression, as he got up and ran after the killer.

"Randy!" Dewey exclaimed, breaking Randy out of his shock. He helped Randy up and hold onto his shoulders, checking him for any injuries. "What happened? Where's Adrian?"

"The killer was about to kill me, and Adrian ran after the killer." Right as Randy had said those words, Adrian appeared from beside the newsvan, face filled with injuries, blood and bruise, hand bleeding.

"Adrian!" Gale exclaimed, looking at Adrian with shock. "What happened?"

"They got away... We were fighting for a while but he knocked me down." Adrian answered, leaning against the newsvan, his injuries on his face burning from the wind that brushed against his face.

"We should get you two checked up." Dewey said.