Dale | Tucker And

Tucker was a wiry ball of nervous energy with a trucker cap pulled low over his eyes, and Dale was a gentle giant with a heart the size of a water tower and a flannel shirt to match. They’d just bought a fixer-upper vacation cabin—a real steal, according to the listing that failed to mention the “murder swamp” out back or the family of raccoons living in the stove.

“This is it,” the kid whispered, trembling. tucker and dale

Dale smiled, wiping sweat from his bald head. “You think we’ll make friends with the locals?” Tucker was a wiry ball of nervous energy

Dale passed around the pickled eggs. To everyone’s surprise, they weren’t half bad. ” the kid whispered