Meanwhile, back at the county jail, absolutely nothing is happening because...
...all of the goddamned zombies have descended upon Bobby's Emporium! DUN! Bobby gets off a couple of shots that completely miss the revenants scrambling behind the various wrecks littering his lot, but just when we think Bobby's a goner, Zombie Clay spins in from out of nowhere to tackle Dashing El Deano into the METAL TEETH CHOMP! "That wasn't very exciting!" And I'm not going to disagree with you on that point, friend of friends. "Is this episode over yet?!" Soon, Raoul. Soon.
Emporium Yard. Dashing El Deano tussles with Zombie Clay in the dirt. Tussle, Dean, tussle! Meanwhile, one of the zombies finally charges out into the open near Bobby's handicapable van, and Bobby -- get this -- takes off the guy's entire head with a single shotgun blast! "VIOLENCE! WANTON ACTS OF LONG-DELAYED VIOLENCE AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Smartass. "Tee!"
Elsewhere, Dean finally manages to retrieve his sawed-off shotgun and obliterates half of Zombie Clay's face. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Back at Bobby's handicapable van, Speed Racer manages to dispatch three more of the creatures before one of their surly compatriots tips over his wheelchair. Fortunately for the cripple, Dean pops up just in time to blast a slug into the undead bully's ear and, after he's helped Bobby back into the chair, the two retreat into The Emporium Proper. Unfortunately for both of them, they've left all of the additional ammunition behind in Bobby's handicapable van, and so the dozen revenants who quickly burst into Bobby's home through every available window and door have soon forced them into a vaguely familiar closet just off the kitchen. "Kind of a tight fit, don't you think?" Bobby grits as the zombies pound against the door. "It's all right!" Dean shouts back. "They're idiots -- they can't pick a lock!" The pounding stops immediately, replaced by the scritchy-scritchy sound of a zombie picking the lock. HA! And sure enough, the lock-picking zombies have soon flung open Dean's closet door -- shut up, Raoul -- and Dean's forced to ram the butt of his shotgun into their heads for a while until, in an absolutely stunning example of Ginormotron Ex Machina, Darling Sammy arrives in the nick of time from the county jail to pick off the remaining zombies one by one. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Oh, sorry -- my mistake. It's really more A Cleansing Burst Of Synchronicity than Ginormotron Ex Machina, because Darling Sammy's getting quite a bit of help from Sheriff Mills. In any event, once the last zombie has been thus brutally decapitated, the stouthearted survivors stand around panting at each other until they vanish into this evening's final commercial break once more most woefully CHOMP!-less. "[YAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN!]" I could not agree with you more, Raoul.