Dale: Tucker And

Chad, screaming, ran backward—straight into a pile of old two-by-fours. A board flipped up, smacked him in the face, and he tumbled headfirst into a discarded fishing net, which then got caught on a hook, which then swung him into a tree. From a distance, it looked exactly like Tucker had launched a college kid out of the wood chipper.

And as the stars came out over the crooked little cabin, Tucker raised his beer. “See, Dale? Told you. Start of something good.” tucker and dale

Then came the wood chipper incident.

Tucker looked at Dale. Dale looked at Tucker. Chad, screaming, ran backward—straight into a pile of

“I think he’s hurt,” Dale said, already waddling toward the kid. “Hey there! Don’t you worry, we’re here to help!” And as the stars came out over the

“This is it,” the kid whispered, trembling.