Don’t Worry, Dwight...

We’ll help you find your wife and when we do we’ll get her back home safely via a recently crashed airplane that’s been reassembled by 10 year olds using parts from a completely different and incompatible aircraft. Her inflight service will be warm beer found roadside in a box and a copy of The Little Prince. In case of an inflight medical emergency we have Al, our pilot/photo journalist/welder/sheer rock wall climber/electronics expert/any-skill-not-previously-associated-with-the-other-cast mates-but-still-need-someone-to-do-them-to include expert medical knowledge to treat her (June is too busy pumping up the drama by unsuccessfully trying to raise John on the radio). She’ll be in good hands because Al don’t take no orders from anyone, no sir, not even Death.

And there’s nothing to fear for ‘cause these guys managed to get a huge, conveniently placed beer bottle shaped hot air balloon off the ground, somehow navigate it to the correct coordinates only to run out of fuel at the last moment and crash in a field full of zombies. Clearly these guys have a rock solid plan.

So sit back, fasten your seatbelt if the kids remembered to install them, and enjoy the inflight cartoon titled Fear the Walking Dead.