35 - A Shocker on Shock Street by R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead) Page B
Authors: R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead)
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didn’t even have time to scream.
He opened his toothy jaws in a long wolf howl—and wrapped two giant red
claws around my waist.
3
I opened my mouth to scream, but only a squeak came out.
I heard people laughing.
The big claws slid off my waist. Plastic claws.
I saw two dark eyes staring out at me from behind the wolf mask. I should
have known that it was a man in a costume. But I didn’t expect him to be
standing there.
I was surprised, that’s all.
I blinked at a white flash of light. A man had just taken a picture of the
creature. I saw a big red and yellow sign against the wall: SEE THE MOVIE—THEN
PLAY THE GAME ON CD-ROM.
“Sorry if I scared you,” the man inside the wolf-crab costume said softly.
“She scares easily!” Marty declared.
I gave Marty a hard shove, and we hurried away. I turned back to see the
creature waving a claw at me. “We’ve got to go upstairs and see my dad,” I told
Marty.
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
He thinks he’s so funny.
Dad’s office is upstairs from the theater, on the twenty-ninth floor. We
jogged to the elevators at the end of the hall and took one up.
Dad has a really cool job. He builds theme parks. And he designs all kinds of
rides.
Dad was one of the designers of Prehistoric Park. That’s the big theme park
where you go back to prehistoric times. It has all kinds of neat rides and shows—and dozens of huge dinosaur robots wandering around.
And Dad worked on the Fantasy Films Studio Tour. Everyone who comes to
Hollywood goes on that tour.
Dad’s idea was the part where you walk through a huge movie screen and find
yourself in a world of movie characters. You can star in any kind of movie you
want to be in!
I know it sounds as if I’m bragging, but Dad is really smart, and he’s an
engineering genius! I think he is the world expert on robots. He can build
robots that will do anything! And he uses them in all his parks and studio
tours.
Marty and I stepped off the elevator on the twenty-ninth floor. We waved to
the woman at the front desk. Then we hurried to Dad’s office at the end of the
hall.
It looks more like a playroom than an office. It’s a big room. Huge, really.
Filled with toys, and stuffed cartoon characters, movie posters, and models of monsters.
Marty and I love to roam around the office, staring at all the neat stuff. On
the walls, Dad has great posters from a dozen different movies. On a long table,
he has a model of The Tumbler, the upside-down roller coaster he designed. The
model has little cars that really screech around the tracks.
And he has a lot of cool stuff from Shock Street —like one of the
original furry paws that Wolf Girl wore in Nightmare on Shock Street. He
keeps it in a glass case on the windowsill.
He has models of tramcars and little trains and planes and rockets. Even a
big, silver plastic blimp. It’s radio-controlled, and he can make it float round
and around his office.
What a great place! I always think of Dad’s office as the happiest place in
the world.
But today, as Marty and I stepped inside, Dad didn’t look too happy. He
hunched over his desk with the telephone to his ear. His head was lowered, his
eyes down. He kept a hand pressed against his forehead as he mumbled into the
phone.
Dad and I don’t look at all alike. I’m short and dark. He’s tall and thin.
And he has blond hair, although there’s not much left of it. He’s pretty bald.
He has the kind of skin that turns red easily.
His cheeks get real pink when he talks. And he wears big, round glasses with
dark frames that hide his brown eyes.
Marty and I stopped at the doorway. I don’t think Dad saw us. He stared down
at the desk. He had his tie pulled down and his shirt collar open.
He muttered for a short while longer. Marty and I crept into the office.
Finally, Dad set down the phone. He raised his eyes and saw us. “Oh, hi, you
two,” he said softly. His cheeks turned bright
He opened his toothy jaws in a long wolf howl—and wrapped two giant red
claws around my waist.
3
I opened my mouth to scream, but only a squeak came out.
I heard people laughing.
The big claws slid off my waist. Plastic claws.
I saw two dark eyes staring out at me from behind the wolf mask. I should
have known that it was a man in a costume. But I didn’t expect him to be
standing there.
I was surprised, that’s all.
I blinked at a white flash of light. A man had just taken a picture of the
creature. I saw a big red and yellow sign against the wall: SEE THE MOVIE—THEN
PLAY THE GAME ON CD-ROM.
“Sorry if I scared you,” the man inside the wolf-crab costume said softly.
“She scares easily!” Marty declared.
I gave Marty a hard shove, and we hurried away. I turned back to see the
creature waving a claw at me. “We’ve got to go upstairs and see my dad,” I told
Marty.
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
He thinks he’s so funny.
Dad’s office is upstairs from the theater, on the twenty-ninth floor. We
jogged to the elevators at the end of the hall and took one up.
Dad has a really cool job. He builds theme parks. And he designs all kinds of
rides.
Dad was one of the designers of Prehistoric Park. That’s the big theme park
where you go back to prehistoric times. It has all kinds of neat rides and shows—and dozens of huge dinosaur robots wandering around.
And Dad worked on the Fantasy Films Studio Tour. Everyone who comes to
Hollywood goes on that tour.
Dad’s idea was the part where you walk through a huge movie screen and find
yourself in a world of movie characters. You can star in any kind of movie you
want to be in!
I know it sounds as if I’m bragging, but Dad is really smart, and he’s an
engineering genius! I think he is the world expert on robots. He can build
robots that will do anything! And he uses them in all his parks and studio
tours.
Marty and I stepped off the elevator on the twenty-ninth floor. We waved to
the woman at the front desk. Then we hurried to Dad’s office at the end of the
hall.
It looks more like a playroom than an office. It’s a big room. Huge, really.
Filled with toys, and stuffed cartoon characters, movie posters, and models of monsters.
Marty and I love to roam around the office, staring at all the neat stuff. On
the walls, Dad has great posters from a dozen different movies. On a long table,
he has a model of The Tumbler, the upside-down roller coaster he designed. The
model has little cars that really screech around the tracks.
And he has a lot of cool stuff from Shock Street —like one of the
original furry paws that Wolf Girl wore in Nightmare on Shock Street. He
keeps it in a glass case on the windowsill.
He has models of tramcars and little trains and planes and rockets. Even a
big, silver plastic blimp. It’s radio-controlled, and he can make it float round
and around his office.
What a great place! I always think of Dad’s office as the happiest place in
the world.
But today, as Marty and I stepped inside, Dad didn’t look too happy. He
hunched over his desk with the telephone to his ear. His head was lowered, his
eyes down. He kept a hand pressed against his forehead as he mumbled into the
phone.
Dad and I don’t look at all alike. I’m short and dark. He’s tall and thin.
And he has blond hair, although there’s not much left of it. He’s pretty bald.
He has the kind of skin that turns red easily.
His cheeks get real pink when he talks. And he wears big, round glasses with
dark frames that hide his brown eyes.
Marty and I stopped at the doorway. I don’t think Dad saw us. He stared down
at the desk. He had his tie pulled down and his shirt collar open.
He muttered for a short while longer. Marty and I crept into the office.
Finally, Dad set down the phone. He raised his eyes and saw us. “Oh, hi, you
two,” he said softly. His cheeks turned bright
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