5. Hollywood, Here We Come

5 Hollywood, Here We Come "I still don't understand," Stanley's father said as they huddled in the back of the van outside the gates of the movie studio. "Why do we have to sneak onto a movie set if we're visiting someone you know?" "Because," Lily answered with a roll of her eyes, "it's a surprise." "Okay," said Dr. Fox, pressing a fake mustache onto his upper lip. "Everybody know their roles?" Stanley adjusted his mirrored sunglasses. His father straightened the scarf around his neck. And

Lily punched a leather-gloved fist into her other palm. They rolled out of the back of the van. Stanley couldn't help gaping up at the palm trees that lined the sidewalk. As they approached the security booth at the edge of the studio lot, a guard stepped out. "I have the famous Flat Stanley Lambchop here to visit the set of Storm Warriors!" announced Stanley's father in a brassy voice. With his business suit and a scarf around his neck, he looked like a real movie mogul.

"Is he on the list?" said the guard. "The list?" shouted Mr. Lambchop. "My client is the most famous flat kid in the world, and you want to know if he's on the list?"

"All right, all right," said the security guard, throwing up his hands. "But what about the rest of you?" "I'm a big agent, mister!" boomed Mr. Lambchop. "I can't wait to tell your boss you don't know who I am!" Stanley bit his lip to keep from laughing. "And I am Stanley's trainer," said Dr. Fox in a Russian accent. He was wearing a red tracksuit. His mustache was coming up on one side. "Flat muscles need good exercise." The guard peered down at Lily. She flexed her fists slowly. "I'm da bodyguard," she grunted. The guard rolled his eyes and waved the four of them through. "It worked!" whispered Lily. "Now all we have to do is find the set of Storm Warriors!" "Who are we looking for, anyway?" whispered Stanley, running to keep up. "You'll see," said Lily. They turned a corner. "There it is!" whispered Dr. Fox, pointing to a placard that read STORM WARRIORS beside the entrance to a big warehouse-like building.

Mr. Lambchop tried the huge sliding door, but it wouldn't budge. Then Dr. Fox tried. Finally Lily pursed her lips and grabbed the handle, pulling with all her might. The door squeaked open an inch, but that was it. "I can fit," Stanley whispered. "I'll check things out and report back. Wait here." He paused. "Whom should I ask for?" Dr. Fox said, "You'll know him when you see him." Stanley said, "But who—" Lily held up her hands. "Trust us," she said. Stanley sighed, handed his sunglasses to Lily, and slipped inside. It was very dark. He crept forward. "This is the big one, everybody," a voice announced over a loudspeaker. "Remember, nothing loose on set. Everything tied down? Good. Cue rain."

It started pouring. Stanley curled his head down to keep his face dry. How do they make it