Professor Pandemonium's Train of Terror“It's the zombies, Prof,” said Vade. “They're revolting.”
Professor Pandemonium didn't look up from the piles of coins he was counting. “Of course, they're revolting. They're zombies. I have to gather up the body parts they've dropped each night and nail them back on.” He completed totting up the morning's takings from the Train of Terror and scratched the total in his ledger with his quill pen. He had a computer, and knew very well how to use it, but he liked to keep old traditions alive. A quill had a certain style.
Vade, his hideous familiar, stamped his frog-like feet up and down in frustration. “No, no, Prof. You don't get it. I mean they're rebelling. They're not doing what they're told. They're refusing to lumber after the punters on the ride
