gail: carol, tandy, come look at this. tandy: oh, dear god. oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. oh, farts. these guys do not look friendly. maybe they just need directions. hells bells, carol! they don't need damn directions! okay, everyone just calm down! okay? there's no need to freak out. oh, crap. run, run, run, run! go, go! (screams) carol, what's happening? there's some spooky people here with possibly dark intentions. w-well, let me out. have you learned your lesson about not using firearms? yes. yes, yes, yes! okay! firearms are not the answer. i stand by that. okay, we got to go. melissa, where are you going? melissa! (groans) oh, crap, we're blocked in! who was driving the a-team van? ah, man, my bad! okay, well, where... do you have the keys? no. what?! oh, my goodness, i think i left them inside! (screams) okay, guys, the key is attached to a small plastic mr. t. it is just the classic "t" look, mohawk, muscles, lots of gold chains. if you press him, it says, you know, "i pity the fool." we get it, todd! i'm not finding it. it's not here! they're coming up the path!