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Party on Horror Beach	By : SheliakBob Category: S through Z > Universal Horror Movies Views: 1676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i do not own "Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein" nor any of the characters from it. I do not own any of the Beach Monsters referenced. I make no money from writing this story.

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CHAPTER FIVE
Crazy Larry was on his knees at the edge of the surf, splashing seawater over his face with trembling hands when Geoffrey came stumbling into his camp.
“I think that madwoman may have dislocated my jaw!” Geoffrey moaned.
Larry didn’t seem to hear him.
“Still, I gave them all quite a scare. They should be leaving in the morning, if not sooner.”
Radcliffe cackled with glee, then moaned and rubbed his jaw again.
“Good.” Answered Larry in a monotone. “They have to leave. They have to leave or I will kill them all.”
He held up his shaky hands. The backs were still bristled with thick hair.
“I almost turned. The Moon isn’t full yet, but I almost turned.”
When Larry turned to look toward Radcliffe’s voice, his eyes reflected the moonlight with an eerie, blood-red shine.
Geoffrey didn’t say anything, but a ripple of dread ran down his spine. Invisible or not, The Wolfman would be able to find him, if he weren’t safely locked inside the fortified house first.
After a moment a half-full bottle of rum floated out of the open door of Larry’s shack.
“I think we both need a drink.”
Larry grunted and nodded.
Together, under a not quite full Moon, the Invisible Man and the almost Wolfman shared the rest of that bottle of rum.

“So, are we going to pack up and get out of here?”
“No. We are not.”
The majority of the cast and crew stared at Roger as if he’d just gone completely insane.
“After… after THAT? After that we’re not bugging out? This place really is haunted. We all saw that!”
Roger shook his head stubbornly.
“I don’t buy that for a minute.”
Roger turned to Thompson and his own assistant, whose name he never could quite remember.
“Didn’t you guys recognize that voice? Especially after Red socked whoever or whatever that was?”
They both looked thoughtful for a moment.
“Bierce.” Thompson said. “That was Edgar Bierce’s voice. I’d recognize it anywhere.”
Other than Roger himself, his cameraman and his assistant had the most interaction with the eccentric caretaker.
“Right. Whatever else he is, Bierce isn’t dead. He isn’t a ghost. I think that whole thing was an elaborate hoax designed to scare us off. I think he rigged it all, somehow, with strings and mirrors and speakers or something.”
Mike the Properties Manager looked thoughtful for a moment.
“Yeah. I could do most of that. With some time to set it up. Wires and puppet rods for the suit. Maybe a black bodysuit to seem invisible in the dark. Whoever it was didn’t get too close to the fire, but stuck to the edges of the camp. A blacksuit could make someone SEEM invisible, it they were good at staying out of the light. Yeah. Yeah! I could do all of that!”
Red seemed unconvinced but didn’t say anything. The rest of the girls seemed relieved to hear an alternative to the Supernatural and were willing to consider the whole thing explained.
“Now, I’m not saying it wasn’t a fantastic performance.” Roger continued. “Hell, I bet ol’ Edgar is a stage magician with a ton of tricks up his sleeve. He’s sure got the voice for it. I mean, I’d hire him in a second after a resume-builder like tonight. But I’ll be damned if I’ll let one guy scare us off in the middle of a shoot! We’re already behind schedule and over budget as it is.”
“We have a budget?” asked his assistant, in a cheeky mood.
“Yeah. You need a microscope to see it, but it’s there.”
The group chuckled together and relaxed.
“If ol’ Edgar comes down here again to try and scare us off, I’ll offer him a job on the Special Effects crew, ‘cause he’s damned good at what he does.”
“I thought I was the Special Effects ‘crew.’” Mike complained.
“Yep. And I’ll give him your job, if he’ll show us how to set up a scene like that.”
“Damn. I LIKE my job!”
Toni and Baby Blue patted him on the shoulder and gave him sympathetic doe-eyes.
“Okay. Enough goofing off. We had a good scare. We’re making a scary movie. Sort of. Let’s put those jangled nerves to work in front of the cameras! Set up Scene Thirty Four. We start shooting as soon as there’s enough sunlight.”
Roger clapped his hands and his crew scurried off to get everything set up for the next day’s filming.
Mike wandered over to Roger, a sheepish look on his face.
“Look, I like to think I’m pretty good at what I do, but I have no idea how Bierce could have pulled off any of that. At least not without a helluva lot of prep, and I don’t know how he could have done that without us seeing him. I’m really stumped, Boss.”
Roger smiled nervously.
“Yeah. He’s not just good, he’s sneaky good. He might be dangerous too. We’ll have to keep a watch for him from here on out. Just… don’t say anything about that to the girls. They’re frazzled enough as it is.”

Scene Thirty Four was one of Roger’s brainstorm babies. Just about every Monster Movie ever made has a scene in it where a female lead is running from the monster but falls and twists her ankle, giving the beastie a chance to catch up to her and carry her off--after she conveniently faints, of course. Heck, his movie had two scenes like that already. But his movie also had three monsters, one of which was very obviously female. Roger’s brilliant inspiration was to do the classic old chestnut, but switch the genders. Shake things up a bit!
In Scene Thirty Four, Dr. Adams and Andrea are confronted by the She-Creature and run for their lives, but Doc trips in the sand and twists his ankle. He cowers helpless until the She-Creature clobbers him unconscious, then scoops him up and carries him off to have her evil way with him!
Roger even imagined having three different posters and newspaper ads made up, two showing the other monsters carrying unconscious bikini girls and the third featuring the She-Creature with Doc in her arms, limp and helpless in skimpy bathing trunks.
The Art Department of the studio loved the idea. Dmitri, his Producer, seemed skeptical and not at all eager to pay for three different ad campaigns, but he hadn’t ruled out the suggestion, just yet. Roger had high hopes.
“Okay, here we go! Doc, you’re out with Andrea when she suddenly becomes distracted and distant. Then, the She-Creature appears. The rest plays out just as it’s written in the script, okay?”
Both actors scanned their shooting scripts for what must have been the fourth or fifth time.
“I don’t know…” Bobbie muttered.
Rod looked kind of dubious as well. The expression on his face suggested that he’d just bitten into something sour.
Roger was ready for this. He’d prepared for his male lead’s predictable objections.
“Now, Rod, I know I’m asking a lot. I mean, it’s pretty hard for a two-fisted action guy like you to have to play helpless and vulnerable. If you’re not comfortable with the scene as written, or don’t think you can do it, we can skip it and go into shooting Scene Thirty Five while I do a quick rewrite.”
Rod looked like he’d just been slapped. He went from sourpuss to indignant in a heartbeat.
“What do you mean ‘can’t do it’? I’m a Method Actor. I can do any kind of character. I don’t need to be comfortable, I need to ACT! I can do this, as written. No problem.”
Roger tried not to grin. Nothing was more predictable than Rod’s ego.
“Wow. Okay, then. I keep forgetting what a dedicated professional you are. I’m used to dealing with hacks all the time. Working with someone like you on a film like this is a rare treat for me.”
One down.
He turned to his leading lady and lone genuine actress.
“Now, what’s not working for you?”
Bobbie scanned the pages again and frowned.
“Well, everywhere else in the screenplay, Andrea goes into a kind of trance when the She-Creature appears. The She-Creature is the materialization of her prehistoric past life. She has to be in a trance for the monster to appear. That was established in the first film. But here, the She-Creature is already materialized and solid, but Andrea is walking around talking as if nothing has happened. And here, where she actually comes face to face with her past self, instead of freezing up or becoming unconscious she takes off running like a jackrabbit. Even worse, she leaves Stephen, Doctor Adams, behind with barely a thought. And he’s supposed to be a man she’s falling for. None of that makes sense!”
Bobbi paused for breath and bit her lip.
Roger looked at the script again and scratched his head.
Son of a gun. She was right. She was totally right. Scene Thirty Four just didn’t make sense as it was written. He was so busy doing something unconventional with his male lead that he didn’t think through the female lead’s actions at all.
“You are absolutely…” Roger scowled for effect. Bobbie looked apprehensive. “…Correct, little lady. Good catch.”
Time to earn some more Firecracker points, Roger thought to himself.
“Would you mind if I swapped out your part, then? We already used Red for the footprint scene, so we’ve established a relationship of sorts between them. Would you mind if I put Roxanne in this scene instead of you? There aren’t many lines. It’s mostly just screaming and running.”
Bobbie pouted a little bit, but decided to be a trooper.
“I suppose that makes more sense. I mean, it’s not like I don’t have enough to do already. Don’t I get to die again this afternoon?”
Roger flipped ahead in his shooting script.
“Yeah. ‘The Girl in the Black One Piece.’ Blonde again. You go for a swim and get dragged under by the Beach Girls Monster.”
“You mean ‘Crazy Kelp-Head?” she asked with a grin.
Roger laughed.
“Yeah. I think that’s what Charlie’s been calling him!”
“Well, it’s settled then. I’ll go chat with Charlie and see if we can spice that scene up a little.”
With that all settled, they shuffled the personnel around a bit, checked the light, and set up the shot.
Doctor Adams and Bridget the Hot Tamale were walking along the beach. They played at not quite holding hands. Doc couldn’t take his eyes off her. The redhead played it cool and pretended not to notice, but from the way she was breathing, from the quick rise and fall of her breasts, the feeling was mutual.
Thompson got a close up of their bare feet walking through the thinnest edge of surf, kicking up little splashes of water between laughs.
A thick layer of low-lying fog began to spill in, swirling around their toes and ankles. Something splashed heavily in the water. There was a coarse, guttural growl.
The couple looked up to see the She-Creature wading purposefully toward them. Both of them froze in shock for a critical instant, giving the amphibious she-thing a chance to come up on them before they could react.
They both turned to flee.
“Run!” Shouted Doctor Adams.
They only made it a step or two before Stephen stumbled in the sand and went sprawling on his face.
Bridget paused, looked back.
“No! Don’t stop. Don’t worry about me. Save yourself!”
The redhead lingered a second more, torn. Then the She-Creature was upon them. It loomed over Stephen, drools slathering out of its fanged mouth. Overcome with terror, Stephen screamed pitifully, covering his eyes with a raised arm. The She-Creature clobbered him with an oversized lobster claw. He fell silent and limp, helpless before the primordial monster.
The She-Creature turned its attention to Bridget, looking up with a snarl, raising its claws to fend off any challenge to its claim to the fallen male.
Without another thought, Bridget spun around and ran. It wasn’t any dainty arms flailing girlie run, either. The redhead put her head down and took off elbows and knees. Feathery rooster-tails of sand kicked up at her heels.
The She-Creature tilted its head and watched her go. Then it looked down at its prize. Half twisted around so that his hips and hairy chest both showed, Adams groaned helplessly. The She-Creature drooled some more, then stooped menacingly over the fallen man.
It scooped him up easily in its arms, one claw under a knee, the other under shoulders, and carried him as if he were a child. His right leg dangled free, foot brushing the sand with each swinging step.
The She-Creature raised its head and let loose an eerie howling bellow, declaring its intention to mate to any potential rivals. The antennae atop its head twitched with anticipation.
Then the crew broke into uncontrollable fits of giggles and laughter.
Bobby Burton stared at them from inside the She-Creature’s mask. He looked down. Rod was grinning and pumping the huge foam-rubber She-Creature breast with one hand.
“I can’t help it.” He said with a shrug. “She’s just so squeeezably soft!”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” muttered Bobby.
He dropped the Method Actor on his Method Butt and scowled, foam lobster claws planted on his She-Creature hips.
“CUT!”
Roger rubbed his face with both hands.
“Rod, stop molesting the She-Critter.” He shouted through fingers laced over his face. He tried very hard not to laugh.
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