35 - A Shocker on Shock Street by R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead) Page A

the trike. SNAP. SNAP. Good-bye, kid.
    Some people in the theater laughed. It was pretty funny.
    That’s the great thing about the Shocker on Shock Street movies. They
make you scream and laugh at the same time.
    Marty and I sat back and enjoyed the rest of the movie. We love scary movies,
but the Shock Street films are our favorites.
    In the end, the police caught the wolf-crab. They boiled him in a big pot of
water. Then they served steamed crab to the whole town. Everyone sat around
dipping him in butter sauce. They all said he was delicious.
    It was the perfect ending. Marty and I clapped and cheered. Marty put two
fingers in his mouth and whistled through his teeth the way he always does.
    We had just seen Shocker on Shock Street VI, and it was definitely the
best one of the series.
    The theater lights came on. We turned up the aisle and started to make our
way through the crowd.
    “Great special effects,” a man told his friend.
    “Special effects?” the friend replied. “I thought it was all real!”
    They both laughed.
    Marty bumped me hard from behind. He thinks it’s funny to try and knock me over. “Pretty good movie,” he said.
    I turned back to him. “Huh? Pretty good?”
    “Well, it wasn’t scary enough,” he replied. “Actually, it was kind of
babyish. Shocker V was a lot scarier.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Marty, you screamed your head off—remember? You jumped
out of your seat. You grabbed my arm and—”
    “I only did that because I saw how scared you were,” he said, grinning. What
a liar! Why can’t he ever admit it when he’s scared?
    He stuck his sneaker out and tried to trip me.
    I dodged to the left, stumbled—and bumped hard into a young woman.
    “Hey—look out!” she cried. “You twins should be more careful.”
    “We’re not twins!” Marty and I cried in unison.
    We’re not even brother and sister. We’re not related in any way. But people
always think that Marty and I are twins.
    I guess we do look a lot alike. We’re both twelve years old. And we’re both
pretty short and kind of chubby. We both have round faces, short black hair, and
blue eyes. And we both have little noses that sort of turn up.
    But we’re not twins! We’re only friends.
    I apologized to the woman. When I turned back to Marty, he stuck out his shoe
and tried to trip me again.
    I stumbled, but quickly caught my balance. Then I stuck out my shoe—and
tripped him.
    We kept tripping each other through the long lobby. People were staring at
us, but we didn’t care. We were laughing too hard.
    “Do you know the coolest thing about this movie?” I asked.
    “No. What?”
    “That we’re the first kids in the world to see it!” I exclaimed.
    “Yeah!” Marty and I slapped each other a high five.
    We had just seen Shocker on Shock Street VI at a special sneak
preview. My dad works with a lot of movie people, and he got us tickets for it.
The others in the theater were all adults. Marty and I were the only kids.
    “Know what else was really cool?” I asked. “The monsters. All of them. They
looked so incredibly real. It didn’t look like special effects at all.”
    Marty frowned. “Well, I thought the Electric Eel Woman was pretty
phony-looking. She didn’t look like an eel—she looked like a big worm!”
    I laughed. “Then why did you jump out of your seat when she shot a bolt of
electricity and fried that gang of teenagers?”
    “I didn’t jump,” Marty insisted. “You did!”
    “Did not! You jumped because it looked so real,” I insisted. “And I heard you
choke when the Toxic Creep leaped out of the nuclear waste pit.”
    “I choked on a Milk Dud, that’s all.”
    “You were scared, Marty, because it was so real.”
    “Hey—what if they are real?!” Marty exclaimed. “What if it isn’t
special effects? What if they’re all real monsters ?”
    “Don’t be dumb,” I said.
    We turned the corner into another hall.
    The wolf-crab stood waiting for me there.
    I