RMH (to ROSY): Why? WHY? Why do you SUBMIT us to this?

ROSY turns to face RAY MILLAND'S HEAD, glowering, then turns back to his shovelling.

RMH: You filthy ape! YOU FILTHY, STUPID ANIMAL! I WILL CONTROL THIS BODY!!! I WILL CONTROL THIS BODY!!! I WILL CONTROL THESE ARMS! THESE BULGING BICEPS! THESE FINE, OILED FOREARMS, THESE STRONG, MEATY HANDS! EVERY DROP OF HOT, SWEET ESPRESSO THAT COURSES THROUGH THESE THROBBING VEINS WILL BE... UNDER... MY ... CONTROL!!!

ROSY turns to face RAY MILLAND'S HEAD, his gaze softening slightly, when RMH's grotesquely long tongue shoots out and snakes its way down ROSY's throat. ROSY's knees buckle and he lets out a soft moan, crumpling to the ground in such a way that RMH is above his own head. Slowly, the life drains from ROSY's face as RMH gradually takes over the body, causing it to writhe about, dry humping the thawing ground. RMH's face seems to slowly register the horrible truth as he pulls his tongue back out of ROSY's mouth.

RMH (faltering): R... Rosy?

ROSY's head falls limply to the side, eyes wide open.

MEANWHILE, KRSHNA is digging at the earth that R&RMH left off. His fingertips are bleeding, and sweat and tears have mingled with the dirt, creating dull brown smudges on his perfect blue complexion. He is making small choking and whimpering sounds. Suddenly, he lets out a joyous sob.

K: My Love! My Life! My Soul! My Sweetness! My Beautiful Little Mind-Numbing Prickly Pear! You are back! You have come back to me at long last! I.. I...

KRSHNA stops suddenly as a shiny robotic skeleton hand grips the side of the grave, pulling itself up to reveal a mass of wind-up toys stuck together with baling wire and chewing gum. This entity balances itself on its single robotic appendage and begins to glow like a blacklight, spinning wildly and casting groovy disco lights on all assembled.

RMH has gained complete control of the body now, and rises from the ground, smeared with blood, phlegm, and dirt. ROSY's head bobs lifelessly as RMH begins to dance, grunting uncomfortably.

Music swells as the SOLID GOLD DANCERS (starring DENNY TERRIO) enter. All assembled sing:

The cats eat the rats,
The rats eat the cats!
And WEEEEE get the cat skins!

Life is a perpetual motion machine,
We get really dirty, but our hands are always clean!
Yes! WEEEE get the cat skins!

I am yours and you are mine,
We're Mr. and Mrs. President Frankenstein!
We get ALL OF THE CATSKINS!!!

'CAUSE WE ARRRRE...

Digging up the grave of the Zombie of Love,
This is the stuff that our dreams are made of!
With our bruised and worthless limbs dropping to the ground,
We prick up our sagging ears and we hear that lovin' sound!

A HIGH-PITCHED SHRIEK fills the air, causing everyone to fall to the ground, jerking uncontrollably. One by one, their eardrums pop, leaving them all convulsing in pools of their own blood.

FADE TO BLACK.