The sky was brutally seared by lurid flashes of lightning accompanied by thunderous KABOOMs!
It was the sign, Natasha Metropolis thought, of that icon of pure demonic malevolence rearing its ugly head. She had learned things in Siberia: One smart Chinese cyborg cookie in Far Eastern Russia.
Through an open window the writer had left open, a rogue lightning bolt had snaked in and, with its fiery fangs, had bitten Dr James Kildaredevil. His body was immediately ablaze; a hellish luminescent light outlined it. His face was twisted, contorted, almost beyond recognition: plunged into the nightmare of a forbidden scientific experiment where humankind imagined itself to possess the power of life and death.
He had become the mad scientist, Dr James FrankKildaredevilstein. The name was a mouthful. He spat his name out. He didn’t like a mouthful. It would interfere with his butt-kissing Nurse Buttkiss. Swiftly, he went to the frog.
He was too late. Already, the foul act had been done. The strange thunderstorm had snaked in through another window, and the frog, now the creature of Frank (for short), was FROGENSTEIN!
The now big frog was securely strapped on the examination table and had two metal bolts, one on each side of its head. The same storm had sent another bolt to the undead hamster. At last, freed from its cage, the undead hamster, now the spitting image of Bella Lugosi, although still looking like a hamster, gazed lovingly into the face of Frogenstein.
“Look into my eyes,” said the evil Dracula-like hamster to Frogenstein, “and together we shall rule the kingdom of undead comedy!”
The three humans were now tragically faced with a comical farce. The eternal human spirit would be barbequed, torched, and burned to a complete crisp. All the jokes would be lost in a gigantic fire sale. And there would be few buyers.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
KABOOM!
