10 Frankenscreamer

Fakenscreamer About a week later, Judy was pulling a torn and dirty wedding dress on over her shorts when the doorbell rang. "Judy! Frank's here!" called Aunt Opal. "Or should I say Frankenstein's here?" Judy gave one last tug to the beehive fright wig on her head. "Coming!" She grabbed her backpack and raced downstairs. "Hey, Judy! Ready for the Evil Creature Double Feature?" "I love your square head," said Judy. "Are those real bolts in your neck?" "Who are YOU?" asked Stink. "Bride of Frankenstein. Who else?" said Judy.

"And I'm Frankenstein!" said Frank proudly. "Of corpse you are!" Stink cracked himself up. "Oo-oh. Frank and Ju-dy, sit-ting in a tree! K-I-SS-I-N-G." Frank turned beet red as Judy clamped a hand over Stink's mouth. "Take it back or I'll feed you to Jaws," said Judy. "G-N-I-S-S-I-K." Stink shot out of the room. When Judy and Frank got to the movie theater that night, the sign said, A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S SCREAM SUMMER FESTIVAL! Creepy music piped over the loudspeakers. They handed their money to a vampire-faced ticket seller with blood-dripping fangs. "I vant to take your money! Mu-wha, ha, ha!" "Since when do vampires wear ski jackets?" Judy asked. "It's summer."

"Since it's freezing in here! The air conditioner went psycho." Judy looked at Frank. Frank looked at Judy. "Did he say 'freezing'? As in cold?" she asked. "MR. TODD!" Once inside, they raced around the lobby, searching here, there, and everywhere. No Mr. Todd. "I'll check the boys' bathroom," said Frank. He burst through the door. Judy busted in after him. "Hey! GET OUT! No girls allowed!" Frank pushed Judy out the door. She waited. "Well? Is he in there? Did you find him?" "Nope. Just Count Dracula and a mutant lobster," Frank said. "I give up. Mr. Todd's

probably training penguins at the North Pole or something." "Or something," said Judy. Judy and Frank got buckets of popcorn and headed up the stairs. The small theater was packed with popcorn-throwing, candy-chewing vampires and zombies. Judy and Frank sat in the front row, dead center. "Remember, this is a double feature. So no being a wimpburger, Frank. We have to stay till the very end if we want to get points." "Don't look at me. You're the one who'll be screaming your pants off as soon as the lights go out." Judy glanced at her mood ring. Amber. Amber was for Nervous, Tense. Just then, the lights went out. A bloodcurdling

scream filled the room. On the screen, a pack of zombies staggered toward a woman. Her party dress got snagged in a car door. She let out a spine-chilling scream. Frank grabbed Judy's arm. "Alone, bad. Friend, good," he said in a Frankenstein voice. He chewed his popcorn extra-fast. "GRRrrrrrrrr," the zombies moaned and groaned. "AHHHHH!" the woman screamed again. A zombie's eye fell out and rolled down the street. "Holy eyeball!" yelled Frank. "Good thing he's dead already," said Judy. "SHHH!" said a zombie cheerleader behind them. "It's true. The dead are among us," said a

spooky voice. "They're taking over the town of Pittsylvania. Lock your doors. Bolt your windows." Zombies marched through town, punching through walls and knocking down doors. One zombie ate something that looked like a human leg. Frank gasped, spraying Judy with soda. "I, um, just remembered... I forgot to feed my goldfish." He stood up to go, spilling soda everywhere. Judy pulled him back. "Sit. Down. Don't get all Franken-scared on me now. This is our absolute last chance to earn thrill points!" A zombie staggered. His milky eyes and blood-streaked face filled the screen. "I COME FOR DINNER. I COME FOR YOU-U-U-U-U!"