Conventional wisdom dictates that if one happens to come across a zombie--you know, a card-carrying member of the flesh-eating walking dead--one should invariably put a bullet in its head. Yes, as any ...

Timmy Robinson's best friend in the whole wide world is a six-foot tall rotting zombie named Fido. But when Fido eats the next-door neighbor, Mom and Dad hit the roof, and Timmy has to go to the ends ...