"Meetz Meats! Serving YOU for over 25 years!" -Meetz Meats jingle
|Halloween Horror Nights Orlando attraction|
|Leave it to Cleaver|
|Attraction type||Haunted House|
|Event||Halloween Horror Nights: Ripped from the Silver Screen|
|Park||Universal Studios Florida|
|Housed in||Disaster! Queue|
Leave it to Cleaver was one of the eight haunted houses that was featured during Halloween Horror Nights: Ripped from the Silver Screen. It was located in the Disaster! Queue.
History and Location Edit
In 2009, Universal decided to build two original haunted houses produced by the Fangoria magazine. One of these two houses was Leave it to Cleaver. The story of the house is that a meat company called Meetz Meats based in Carey, Ohio uses human flesh in their meat products.
2009 was the first year Universal decided to give codenames to all of their haunted houses. Some people say the codename was "Magazine", as it was sponsered by Fangoria, while others said it was "Pleasant Vielle".
The house tied in to a story on the Halloween Horror Nights website, Severed. In it, a family going to the movie theater discovered a finger in one of their hot dogs. Afterwards, the family became extremely carnivorous. The house would be located in the large extended queue for the Disaster attraction.
Sam Meetz cares for and about the people of Carey, Ohio like they were his own family. Samuel Meetz works for the people of Carey, Ohio as a butcher, bringing them the freshest meat possible. With a steady livestock of transients and town lawbreakers with which to serve, and a staff of volunteers who will preserve their towns deadly secret by any means necessary, there is truly no end in sight for Samuel or his family business. As Sam always says: Meet Me at Meetz… The Z stands for cannibal.
With a steady livestock of transients and town lawbreakers with which to serve, there is truly no end in sight for Samuel or his family business.
Mystery Tie-in Edit
When a certain movie was released, a family of four purchased the Universal Palace Theater's snack bar's newest treats: hot dogs and hamburgers along with some popcorn and soda. However, during the movie, the daughter let out a scream when she took a bite out of her hot dog and found a severed human finger in the sausage.
Investigators collected the sausages from the theater and found they were produced locally and sold to the theater. They were unable to find any key ingredients as the manufacturer refused to tell them what was in the sausages. "Our secret recipe is the secret to our success," he said.
The strangest part, however was what happened to the family. Traumatized by what had happened, they all became ravenous carnivores and refused to eat anything other than meat products.
Queue and FacadeEdit
Guests would enter the queue of this house to the left of the entrance for Beetlejuice's Graveyard Revue. The queue would go to a backstage area behind the Disaster building, where the line would loop around multiple times before entering the Disaster building from the back. A queue video would play on one of the walls of the building.
The queue video for the attraction is hosted by Sam Meetz, a butcher who owns and operates Meetz Meats, in Carey, Ohio. He explains in the video that his grandfather, founder of Meetz Meats, came to America from Romania during WWI. Initially starting out the company by selling meat from a pig and bovine livestock, Sam's father, who inherited the business, began losing money during the Great Depression. So, he decided Meetz Meats' livestock would secretly be changed. Instead of butchering pigs, the company would instead secretly butcher hobos, town lawbreakers, and unauthorized visitors to the factory into delicious meat. Not only did this keep the storehouses full, it helped keep the streets "clean of vagrants, riffraff, and ner-do-els". After the first couple humans were butchered, the new products became an instant success, and Sam's father decided to keep the human livestock going. Sam now continues his father's trend, and has become a millionaire, with Meetz Meats as the most popular meat factory in Wyandott County, Ohio.
Guests would enter the house through the exterior entrance of the factory. The factory building was made of bricks and had the Meetz Meats logo painted on the front.
Throughout the house, all the scareactors can be seen wearing Meaty Meetz masks. The first rooms in the house is the punch-in counter and the employee locker rooms, with factory workers popping out from behind corners at random intervals. The next room is a built-in daycare center for the employees' children, who are being taught how to slaughter and bleed hogs. Guests then enter the factory's kitchen, with scaractors chopping up pieces of meat. After passing through several hallways and encountering the cleaning staff, guests enter the livestock room, which depicts people locked in cages, being prepared to get butchered, and scareactors come out with chainsaws acting as if they are going to slaughter them. In the next room, various pieces of recently butchered human meat can be seen hanging from the ceiling and on the sides. There is then a hallway with blood covering the walls and lights flashing. In the next scene, the meat is being prepared in the freezer room, and employees of Meat's Meetz are getting ready to sell it at the butchery. In the final scene of the house, you walk through a highly lit-up diner where Sam Meetz is selling his meat. Once he catches sight of surviving "unauthorized visitors" he exclaims "Hey, how'd you survive my tour?!". While guests exit the house, one last scareactor, a man dressed up as the Meetz Meats mascot, Meety Meatz, comes up to them with a chainsaw.
- Sam Meetz, owner of Meetz Meats. He appears in the final scene of the house.
- Meaty Meetz, the mascot of Meetz Meats. Meety's face appears on the mask which all of the scareactors wear.
- Sam Meetz' Cousin, an overweight butcher who is always seen carrying a chainsaw and dressed up as Meaty Meetz. He appears at the exit from the house.
- Sam Meetz' Grandfather, (mentioned but does not appear), the founder of Meetz Meats.
- Daycare child
Bad Following Good Story By. Patrick Braillard Edit
Delmar Reeves had never been a lucky man. In fact, most of his life had been a tale of woe and misery. At least that’s how he saw things: bad following good. He would find extra money only to then need to visit the dentist due to a toothache. Bad following good. His whole life. So it was no real surprise to him in 1934 that the very day after having been given the job of shift foreman, the Bailey Mining Company shut its doors forever leaving Delmar little choice but to abandon his home and look elsewhere for work.
Starving, he jumped an empty cattle train headed back to the midwest for resupply. At least, Delmar figured it was a cattle train due to the bars and the smell, although he supposed it could have been sheep. The smell did little to blot out the hunger that now gnawed on his mind during every waking hour. It had been at least three days since he had gotten on the train, and with nothing but a canteen of water to keep him company, the hunger now filled his bones, making him weak.
After hopping onto the train and falling in and out of consciousness for several hours at a time in the warmth and comfort of an errant mound of hay left in the corner, Delmar would awaken rested, only to find that the mound had been the home to a colony of rats that had taken to him. Bad following good.
The train stopped to water itself in a small town in the middle of nowhere Ohio. It could have been the moon for all Delmar knew of any spot west of the Putnam county line. What was the name of the town? He had seen a lit sign with smiling folks on it welcoming people as the train moved past. Carey? Corey? Yeah, Corey, Ohio. Must be it. Delmar thought to himself.
Regardless of the little town’s name, the train had indeed stopped and Delmar knew that there would be someone coming by soon to check on the cars and make sure no one was aboard.
The strange combination of panic and acute hunger flooded his senses. How long had it been since he last ate? One, maybe two weeks? What was he doing here? Why had he left? Strange metallic sounds and the barking of an errant dog in the distance were the only sounds he could decipher in the night. No gravel moving. No men calling to and fro checking each box-car. Mayhaps. He had thought. Mayhaps, in a small town like this no one cares who comes and who goes. And he had chuckled. This little bit of humor felt good and without realizing it, Delmar had started to laugh to himself a little too loud. When he stopped, he very quickly realized that the dog had stopped barking, too. No more metal clanging.
Suddenly the beam from a yardman’s torch exploded in his eyes. “Ayup. Thought I heard someone giggling. Hello, funny man.” The voice was scratchy.
The moments that followed passed in a blur. Delmar was pulled down from the car, walked to the end of the yard and stood up against the lone light pole. After a few minutes, Delmar slunk to the ground exhausted. In a few more minutes the sheriff arrived and following a quick conversation in hushed tones between the man who found him and the officer, Delmar was picked up and put into the back of the police car.
Delmar awoke the next morning inside of a jail cell. And while surrounded by bars, the space felt secure rather than harsh. A light green blanket and soft white pillow kept him company on a not-too-uncomfortable cot that hung from the ceiling via cables and swayed ever so gently with his movement. An empty metal table lined the only wall not filled with bars and under it were his filthy boots, which had been cleaned and placed neatly underneath. There was a stack of what he assumed were clean clothes sitting on a small stool. Delmar noticed that he too had been changed into clean undergarments. However, all of these developments were drowned out by the overwhelming smell of cooking meat that filled his nose.
“Smells good, don’t it?” A voice said from around a corner. It was the same voice from inside the car the night before. “Yeah, we didn’t want to disturb you. You were sleeping something fierce. We had to clean you up a bit due to the fact that you were covered in-“
“Rat turds,” Delmar finished, to himself, somewhat awash in shame.
“Ayup.” The man attached to the voice said as he entered the space. His voice however wasn’t judging him, but sounded rather sympathetic to Delmar’s plight. The man was carrying a large tray of food. Eggs, toast, coffee, and what looked like two huge ham steaks sitting atop and spilling over the sides of a plate.
“Get that for me would ya? ‘Snot locked,” the man said, indicating the door to the cell. Delmar stood up slowly and pulled. Instead of feeling resistance the door to the cell indeed swung open easily. “Thank you,” the man said, smiling, and he moved into the cell and set the tray down on the metal table.
“Now, I don’t expect you to be able to finish all of this, in fact prolly a good idea that you don’t on account of how little you’ve had to eat in recent days, but I figure it would get you started,” said the man. “You probably don’t remember me telling you last night, but my name’s Sheriff Dewayne Davis…” the sheriff continued, “…and since you weren’t drunk last night when we pulled you out of that car, and you’re skinnier than a scarecrow, I believe that you’re not trouble. Just someone who needs a little help.” The sheriff stopped at this and stared directly into Delmar’s eyes. “Am I wrong?” The sheriff was smiling still, but his words weren’t.
“No, I’m no trouble,” Delmar replied.
“I thought not,” said the sheriff, rubbing his hands together.
“I haven’t eaten…“ Delmar began to say, but then he fell silent.
“I know, I know,“ said the sheriff. “We get a few of you coming in off the rails every few weeks or so. And although we don’t necessarily take to you jumping, we see it as our job to clean you up, fatten you up, and then get you gone.”
Delmar begins to interrupt and is dismissed with a smile and a wave of the hand. “You don’t have to worry about paying us, it’s our duty to the town. Also, I might add it gives us a sense of pride to contribute like this. ‘Course you will need to stay in the cell as the only extra beds in town are those up at the orphanage on 19, run by Headmaster Renshaw and I guarantee you, he would make you pay for it.”
“Thank you,” is all Delmar is able to get out.
“You’re welcome,” is all the sheriff says in return and then he was gone again.
Once he finished eating his fill — and the sheriff was right there was no way he would have been able to consume the mountain of food that lined the tray — Delmar laid back down and dozed happily. The events of the past few weeks had finally started to change for the better and Delmar was going to make sure that he would repay the kindness with whatever meager help he could.
He awoke next the following morning. Did I really sleep a full day? Delmar wondered and shook the cobwebs from his mind. He could hear a radio playing the last few yodels of Cattle Call, a tune by one of Delmar’s favorite singers Tex Owens. The sheriff appeared once again and they spoke softly as Delmar ate another full helping of food, this time polishing off the entire set.
“Looks like someone got their strength back, that’s good.” The sheriff would say and then he would take the dishes, only to return with another two square meals through the course of the day. Occasionally he would bring reading material and crossword puzzles for Delmar to pass the time. Delmar found a broom and would sweep up the cell and the area surrounding it as a way of repayment.
This went on for a full two weeks and Delmar had never been happier. True he lived in a cell, and the sheriff was the only person he had come into contact with during this time, but Delmar was a quiet man in the first place and didn’t mind the solitude. He kept thinking about how a man could have a hard time but was ever so grateful for the kindness he had been shown. Plus the food was delicious. One night the sheriff had even brought him a slice of cheesecake from Peck’s. Delmar didn’t know Peck, but from the sheriff’s tone, he inferred that this was a special treat.
This routine lasted until the end of the fourteenth day. When the sheriff walked in on this day, Delmar could tell something was different. “What’s wrong Dewayne?” (They had been on a first-name basis since the sixth night.)
“Nothing, Delmar. In fact things are looking up,” the sheriff replied and smiled his usual smile. “You remember how I said it was our duty to clean you up, fatten you up, and get you gone when you first arrived?”
“Sure, Dewayne,” Delmar said.
“Well, tonight’s the night,” the sheriff responded.
“Really?” Delmar attempted to sound happy, but in truth he had become adjusted to this way of living and while he knew it would never have been able to last, he was sad to see it go.
“Ayup. In fact, there is a man that will be here in a few minutes to pick you up and take you to the city limits. His name is Mr. Meetz, Sam Meetz. Kind of a local hero. He runs a business here in town. In fact, the meat that you have been gobbling up for darned near this past fortnight has been provided by him.”
“That was kind of him,” Delmar said quickly.
“You can pass along your thanks when he gets here,” said the sheriff.
“Dewayne…,” Delmar began but was quickly cut off by the sheriff.
“Delmar, I gotta ask you a question. Do you want to leave town?”
“Do you want to leave town?” The man repeated.
Having not given it much thought Delmar replied, “I don’t know.”
“Reason I ask is that I’m sure Mr. Meetz could find a place for you, would you like that?”
“A job?” Delmar could feel anxiety but also a rush of relief. Here he was alone, in the middle of what folks were calling the great panic, and there was going to be a local townsperson that may take pity on him, maybe even give him a job.
“Mr. Meetz should be here any minute and I could put in a good word for you if you’d like,” continued Dewayne.
“You’ve already done so much…” Delmar began and was just as quickly interrupted by Dewayne.
“Think nothing of it. I’ll have a word with Mr. M when he gets here.”
Just then the light from the headlights of a loud, shiny red pickup truck with a smiling face emblazoned along the doorway, breaking through the front window of the station and then shifting right as the growling vehicle pulled up in front of the door and sat for a moment. The truck sat still a beat, idling. Its engine created a now consistent, if not hungry sounding, purr, accompanied by the metallic bangs of the door to the cab as it opened and closed in quick succession.
“That’ll be your ride! I’ll just head out and talk to him about you sticking around a little longer.” And with that the sheriff jumped up and walked through the door.
When he returned, he was followed by a large mustachioed man in white butcher’s clothes. If Dewayne’s smile had been pleasant, this man’s smile absolutely beamed. At once, Delmar felt comfortable near him.
“Well, hello there,” the man said as he strode forward with his hand extended. He took Delmar’s hand in his and shook it greedily. He then began to speak, not leaving any room for Delmar to say anything, but somehow Delmar didn’t mind.
“Mr. Sam Meetz and may I say that it is great to meet you, great to meet you, Mr. Reeves. Love to see that the sheriff here has been taking care of you so well!” At this he winked at the sheriff and then returned to the torrent of speech. “Sheriff Davis here has told me all about you and as I understand it, you would like to remain here in our small town just a little longer, which is fine by me! FINE BY ME, I SAY! HA! I think that we should get you out of this dreary old jail cell and take you up to our main building. You see, Delmar, I run a family business here in Carey and I serve on a number of committees that promise the continued prosperity of our humble little town and nothing is going to get in the way of that happiness. And that is where you come in. We would like to invite you to take part in keeping the town happy. You would like that wouldn’t you, Mr. Reeves?”
“You bet!” Jumping at the chance to possibly pay back his hosts Delmar almost yelled into the face of the obviously important man standing in front of him.
“Atta Boy! Atta Boy! Oh Dewayne, I like his spirit. It is absolutely delicious!” And with that Sam slapped Delmar on the back and ushered him to the door of the cell. Excitedly Delmar walked out of the cell, through the door of the station, and climbed into the cab of the shiny red pickup truck sitting just outside.
Now that Delmar was in the cab, Sam turned his attention to the sheriff, however he never stopped smiling and he kept his eyes on the young man sitting in the seat of the idling truck.
“You’ve done well in getting him ready,” Sam began. “I take him for what 200 pounds by now?”
“Scale on the bed read 202 this morning,” Dewayne replied.
“Good, good. Thank you for your help in keeping the town free of riff-raff, Dewayne, it is awfully important to do so now-a-days.”
“So you think you can use him, Mr. M?” Dewayne asked.
“Oh, certainly. And I think that if the other three you have in the back turn out as plump as he does eating your wife’s cooking then we will have ourselves a very prosperous autumn indeed. Did you really only have to drug him once?”
“Yes, sir,” Dewayne responded.
Sam smiled, “That is wonderful. I find the use of sedatives makes the meat a bit tougher.”
“Sir…,” Dewayne shifted uncomfortably.
“Yes, yes your payment. So that’s five dollars for you, five for your wife and the usual two dollars for Norton down at the yard for calling him to your attention. You will make sure to remember him this time, won’t you?”
“That’s just it sir, I was wondering if the missus and I could forego our payment this time and instead just ask for a set of ribs for each of us? Just got a new smoker and I’m dying to try it out.”
“Yes, yes, Dewayne, I think we could make that happen,” Sam nodded.
“No, no, thank you!” Sam smiled brighter than ever, his eyes having never left the cab of the truck. Not once. “And thank Maggie for me as well. That cheesecake the other night was simply to die for.”
And with that, Mr. Sam Meetz, the owner and operator of Meetz Meats, walked out of the station, got into the cab of his truck and took Delmar Reeves — a man who had never had enough luck — to his place of business. Bad following good.
- In one if the slaughter rooms, Bloody Mary's head was about to be chainsawed.
- Most of the queue video, which was projected onto the back of the "Disaster!" show building, was filmed in the New York and San Francisco areas of the park around Nazarman's.
- Meaty Meetz was featured in Jack Presents: 25 years of Monsters & Mayhem.
- According to this, Michael Aiello's actual son was the little boy seen in the queue video.
- Mike Aiello played Sam Meetz in the Queue video while Jason Ryan Perry played Meaty Meetz.
|Halloween Horror Nights: Ripped from the Silver Screen|
|Characters: The Usher (Event Icon) • Billy • Chucky • The Wolfman (Sub Icons) • Sam Meetz • Count Dracula • Frankenstein's Monster • Sculders|
|Haunted Houses: The Wolfman • Dracula: Legacy in Blood • Frankenstein: Creation of the Damned • Leave it to Cleaver • SAW • The Spawning • Chucky: Friends til the End • Silver Screams|
|Scarezones: Containment • War of the Living Dead • Apocalypse: City of Cannibals • Cirque Du Freak • Horrorwood Die-In • Lights Camera Hacktion!|
|Unofficial Scarezone: Shadows from the Past|
|Shows: The Rocky Horror Picture Show: A Tribute • Bill & Ted's Excellent Halloween Adventure|