Children's Story (First Draft)

The Stony Terror Paper Show, written by Courtney Olmstead

Once upon a time, on a day not so much like the rest, two young children, named Janet Weiss and Brad Majors, took their bikes out for a stroll under the bright spring sun. While racing eachother and laughing aloud along the nature trails, a storm began to brew in the sky. First, grey clouds began to appear, and at the first crack of thunder, it seemed that the whole street was being covered in rain.
"Oh no, Janet," said Brad. "We should turn around."
"That's a good idea, Brad. We could get electrocuted."
But Brad and Janet had come so far out on their bikes, that neither of them knew how to get back home. Brad and Janet began to look around, scared that they were going to be lost forever, out in the middle of nowhere! Then, Brad noticed a very big house behind a golden fence on the other side of the road.
"Janet, do you think we should go check it out?"
"No, Brad. My mommy says to never go to a stranger's house."
"But Janet, what if they have a phone? Our moms could come and get us. Do you really want to be stuck out here all on our own, in the rain?"
Janet's eyes widened and she shook her head.

Brad and Janet walked up the large steps of the very big house.
"Look, Brad!" Janet pointed to a wooden sign on the front door that read "Frankenstein Place."
They proceeded in knocking on the door. "BANG, BANG, BANG!"
Someone from inside of the house began opening the door. "Krrrreeek!"
A big, old, hunchbacked man stood in the doorway.
"We're sorry to bug you, Mister Frankenstein man," Brad said and gulped.
"We were riding our bikes out here and got lost. We need to call our moms for a ride."
The hunchback man did not reply, nor show any facial expression. He stared down at Brad and Janet with big, thick, observant eyes. Then the hunchback man said, "Your wet."
Brad and Janet looked at eachother and then back up at the hunchback man.
"It's raining," they replied quietly.

Stepping inside the house was like walking into a circus. Music was playing. Screaming and laughing was heard in all areas of the house. Brad and Janet were happy to have come to such a fun place, although both of them knew that they had to get home. They searched the coat room for a phone as the big hunchback man disappered to another room in the house.
"This house seems like fun. I wish we could stay" said Janet.
"Don't get any ideas," said Brad, "We're here for a serious reason."
Janet nodded in agreement. But still, she couldn't help her urge to dance.
Just then, a strange-looking women with a white-painted face and big frizzy red hair slid down the house's staircase railing. She was dressed in a maid's outfit. She smiled at Brad and Janet.
"Um.. hello m'am.. where is your phone?" asked Janet.
"Oh, and if you could show me to the bathroom too, please? My mom told me to go before I left, but I never listen."
The lady jumped off the railing and came towards Janet and Brad. A look of fear crossed their faces.
And then.. she started to sing! And dance too! Then, a whole bunch of people came out of the room next to them and started to sing and dance too. The hunchback man came right up behind them, dancing too. They all started to sing:

"It's just a jump to the left.
And then a step to the right.
Put your hands on your hips.
And bring your knees in tiii-ii-ight.."

On and on the strange people went, dancing and singing their song.
"It's so dreamy," sang the redhead, "oh fantasy, free me!"
Brad and Janet were impressed. They had never been around such happy people before.
The hunchback took Brad's hands and started twirling him around like a ballerina.
"Let's do the Time Warp again! Let's do the Time Warp again!" sang the group of people, including Brad and Janet. Laughing and jumping about, the redhead in the maid's outfit picked up Janet and gave her a piggyback ride. She lead Janet into the next room. What a big room it was. Brad and the hunchback followed.

Suddenly, a silence swept over the whole room. The redheaded maid let Janet down, off her shoulders, and stood in the middle of the room soluting, along with the hunchback. Soon after, everyone else in the room started to solute too. Brad and Janet couldn't tell what was going on. They huddled in the corner together, wishing they were at home again.
Then, they saw an elevator at the back wall, escalating down, with a tall man inside.
Everyone was looking at him like they were under his control.
Maybe they were, Brad thought!

The elevator gates opened, and out he came singing "How d'you do, Brad and Janet? I see you've met my faithful servants, Rip Rap and Fuscha!"
He pointed to the hunchback and then to the frizzy haired maid. They stood still like living statues.
Then, another person hopped out of the elevator. She had blue hair, and was wearing tap shoes. Her shoes made a "clinkity-clink" sound on the ground.
"Introducing the one and only Philadelphia! The only tap-dancing Dance-sylvanian around!" Rip Rap stated.
"And my name," said the man that came out of the elevator, dressed in a cape, and a black curly wig, "is Fred-N-Farter."
Brad and Janet started to laugh the sound of his name.
"Fred-N-Farter?" Brad wailed.
Fred-N-Farter looked sad for a moment. He put his hands up to his face, and seemed to be crying. Brad and Janet stopped laughing. They felt bad.
Then, Fred-N-Farter burst out laughing himself. The whole room laughed with him.
"AH HA HA HA!"
"Ello there, kiddies! You have now entered the Time Warp!" Philadelphia said.
Brad and Janet both looked at eachother.
"What is the Time Warp?" asked Brad.
Rip Rap, the hunchback, took Fuscha, the redhead, by the hand and they began explaining while dancing around in circles.
"The time warp is space in time. A time that does not exist! Here is the time warp. We are the time warp. And now, you are the time warp. Being here, means you'll never miss a minute, or two, or three, or four minutes in the outside world!"
Rip Rap and Fuscha stopped dancing. They did not look dizzy.
Fred-N-Farter came up behind them and put his arms around both of them.
"We come from a place called.. Dance-sylvania! And we are the Dance-sylvanians!"
"WOOOOO!" the Dance-sylvanians all screamed in excitement.
"My darling servants," Fred-N-Farter said, "I think it's time we showed them the lab, so they can see what's on the slab!"
Rip Rap and Fuscha nodded. Brad and Janet were excited. They had never been inside of real lab before. They were shown into the elevator by Rip Rap and Fuscha.

The elevator went up one floor.. two floors.. three floors.. and then it stopped on the fourth floor. They were at the lab. But it certainly did not look like the lab they had imagined. Inside, all of the Dance-sylvanians stood in a perfect straight line, staring at Brad and Janet. Fred-N-Farter had gloves on his hands, and tweezors, and was standing over a box in the shape of a rectangle!
He yelled out across the room to Brad and Janet, "You are here to witness my creation! I have discovered the secret to life itself!" All of the sudden the rectangle box began to shake wildly and the lights went dark. Everybody watched in terror.
"Brad, I wanna go home now!" screamed Janet over the Dance-sylvanians whispers.
"Janet, we can't go home now. We don't know how to work the elevator!"
Brad and Janet held eachother at the back of the room and cried in eachothers arms.
Just then, the lights flickered back on again, and a barking noise was heard from inside the rectangular box.
"Ladies and gentlemen! My creation!"
Out jumped a golden retriever from the box.
"Wroof, Wroof, Wroof" the dog went.
Brad and Janet forgot all about home again, and went to pet the dog.
The Dance-sylvanians were running around congradulating eachother, and Fred-N-Farter was jumping on the spot with the tweezors still in his hand.
"My baby! I created him! I will call him.. Stony Terror!"
"Raaaahh! Wooo! Yippee!" went the Dance-sylvanians along with Brad and Janet. They all started shouting "Stony Terror! It's the wonderful Stony Terror!"
Stony barked at them and wagged his tail!
Brad and Janet were getting tired of dancing. They were all out of breath. They sat down beside a very big pop machine on the side wall.
"Hey Janet, do you have any money for a coke?" asked Brad.
"Who brings money on a bike ride?" Janet replied.
Brad shrugged. At that very moment, the door to the pop machine opened up, and out pranced a pitbull!
The pitbull was big and had a droopy face. It was slobbering all over Janet's face.
"Ew!" she screamed. "Doggy germs!"
Fred-N-Farter ran over to where Brad, Janet, and the other dog were. He was very angry.
"Lennie! How did you find your way out?! This is not the place for you to be! Get back in there!"
Janet frowned, and her eyes swelled up with tears.
"But he's so sweet.. can't he come out and play for a while?"
"Play?" Farter asked rudely. "You think this is play? I have worked tirelessly, days on days, weeks on weeks, to present you with Stony, such a deliciously beautiful dog, and you want to play with that one?"
"Janet. Brad. I am mad," Fred-N-Farter declared.
He jumped up on top of the retangular box and sang "He has golden blonde hair, and incredible bone structure. His body couldn't be more sculpted!
"In just seven days," he added, "I can make you a daw-aw-aw-aw-awg!"
Fred-N-Farter revealed a banana chew toy hidden in his back pants-pocket and threw it back into the pop machine, past Lennie. Lennie chased after the toy. As soon as Lennie was far enough into the big pop machine, Fred-N-Farter closed the door and locked it.
"Lennie, you have failed me! I have a new and better creation now! I am putting you on a permanent time out!"
Farter looked back at the big group of Dance-sylvanians and Brad and Janet.
"Well? It had to happen at sometime," Farter sighed.
"AHHEEEERRHHHARGHHHAAHH!!" Philadephia cried out in hurt and anger.
"How could you? He was my favourite of your creations! He was my pet!"
Philadephia put her hands over her own ears, and continued to cry. She was now lying in the middle of the floor.
"Ugh," said Farter, "I've had enough of this. Fuscha! Rip Rap! Take her to her room!"
Fuscha and Rip Rap obeyed Fred-N-Farter and picked up Philadephia by her arms and legs. "Let's go," said Fuscha.
Once they were gone, Farter took Stony Terror and cradled him in his arms.
"My masterpiece!" he exclaimed, "come with me to my room. You need all the rest you can get after all of this commotion."

Brad and Janet were in shock.
"How could Fred-N-Farter have been so cruel to Lennie?" Janet cried in the hallway. They were all alone now and shown to bathroom to freshen up for an early dinner.
"He's an evil genious, Janet. It's the only way to explain it."
Suddenly, a buzzer went off and Fuscha's voice was heard all throughout the house: "Attention Dance-sylvanians! Stony Terror has escaped from captivity! I repeat, Stony Terror has escaped from captivity!"
Brad and Janet gasped!
"Oh no Janet! We have to find him! He could be lost, and scared! He's only been alive for a few hours!"
"Let's go look for him! I'll check the lab, and you check the dining room!"

Janet ran into the lab, and spotted Stony.
"Stony!" she cried out and smiled a humungeous smile! She ran over to him. He was lying down on the rectangular box he came out of.
"Everybody's looking for you, Stony."
He barked at her and looked down at his bleeding paw.
"Oh no, Stony. You're paw is hurt. What happened?"
Sonty made an "Auugwh" sound and put his head down.
"Oh right. You can't talk. Look at you, you're all dirty with mud. Have you been outside?"
Stony nodded as if he understood what Janet was saying. Janet was glad that he was alright now. So glad indeed, that she started to sing:

"I've only ever had cats before.
I thought there's no use getting into dog-petting.
It only leads to trouble and dog shedding.

I'll clean-a-clean-a-clean-a-clean you.
I don't want you to be dirty.
Creature of the night.

And if your fur grows, while you pose.
I'll shampoo you up, and scrub you down.
That's just one small fraction, to my cleansing action.

I'll clean-a-clean-clean-a-clean you.
I don't want you to be dirty.
Creature of the night."

"Janet!" Farter stormed into the room and interupted.
"Have you been holding my Stony hostage in the lab? I am very disappointed in you, Janet."
"Excuse me?" said Janet, about to cry. "I was just helping Stony get cleaned up. He was out in the storm."
Farter glared at Janet for a moment, and then dove down to hug Stony.
"Oh my little creation. Never run away from me again." he blubbered.
Brad came running into the lab, with a red face.
"Ohh.. Jah.. Net.. you fuh-hound Ssstony.." he wheezed.
A bell rang. Brad, Janet, and Fred looked up to the nearest staircase and saw Fuscha standing there with a bell.
"Dinner is served!" she declared.

Fuscha and Rip Rap showed Janet and Brad to the dinner table. There was steak already laid out on the plate. Brad and Janet took their seats.
Fred-N-Farter carried in Stony Terror and placed him in a baby seat that was right next to his chair. He also placed a birthday hat on Stony's head.
"I don't think dogs can eat steak, Mr. Farter" said Brad, worried.
"SHH!" Fred-N-Farter snapped.
"Now. Let's everybody wish my baby a Happy Birthday!"
Brad and Janet hesitated, but then started to sing along with Fred, Rip Rap and Fuscha:

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday dear Stony Terror! Happy Birthday to you!"

"Okay!" yelled Farter. "That's enough. You may eat."
Janet took a bite of her steak and scrunched up her face.
"Ew. Brad, this isn't even cooked!" she gagged.
Brad took a bite and spit it out. "Yeah, I think your right. Mr. Farter, you should learn how to cook from my mom. She makes good steak."
Janet nodded.
Fred stood up strikingly. "Are you questioning my skills in the kitchen, youngins? What do you know?"
Janet felt sick all of the sudden, and slipped under the table and crawled away. Fred tried to follow her, but slipped on a dog toy and fell. Janet got up on her feet and ran up the front staircase. Brad jumped out of his seat and ran after her.
"Janet, come back!" he called. Stony was left at the dinner table.

Janet ran and ran. She found herself back in the lab. Fred-N-Farter and Brad came in, chasing after her.
"You have caused a rucus in my house on the birth of my creation! You must stay here forever as a living statue!"
"No, Mister Farter! I have to go home! It is late!"
"It is never late.. in the Time Warp! You may stay here forever!"
"Janet! Don't listen to him! Come with me, and we'll find a way out!" yelled Brad, behind her.
Janet was terrified.
Fuscha and Rip Rap appeared beside Farter, and said "Master! I think it is now clear to the Earthlings.. that we are from another galaxy."
"Hah! I thought so!" Brad yelled.
Janet's mouth gaped, and she fainted. Farter went to pick up Janet.
"Why don't you just go to your own planet and stay there! Leave her alone!" said Brad.
Then, Brad began to sing,

"You made a hot dog, but you better not try to harm her, Fred Farter!"

Farter quickly activated a switch on the wall, and "POOF!," Brad had turned into a living statue. Another "POOF" sound, and a fainted Janet was turned into a living statue too.
"What a chaotic night," said Farter. "It even hurts to smile."

Fred-N-Farter carried the living statues of Brad and Janet to the middle of the stage in his built-in home theatre. He dressed them up in fancy clothes and beads. He activiated yet
another switch on the theatre wall, and Brad and Janet were no longer statues!
"Now, dance for me!," Farter demanded them, "This is a floor show! Dance and sing!"
"No, Fred-N-Farter! We want to go home!" said Brad.
"You are an alien! We know your secret! Let us go!"
Just then, Fuscha and Rip Rap barged in onto Fred's stage, wearing space outfits. They had squirt guns.
"Fred-N-Farter!," Rip Rap exclaimed, "Your time on planet Earth is up! The Earthlings know about us, and we must go back to Dance-sylvania! If you choose not to come with us, then we shall obliviate you with our squirt guns."
"Oh, please! Not that! What a horrible ending!" cried Farter.
Brad and Janet stood in the middle of the stage, shocked and scared.
Rip Rap turned to them and warned them, "Children. You must leave this house. We will be blasting this house into space in mere seconds, and connot stand to take you with us. And before you go, take this.."
Fuscha pointed to a trap door in the stage. Lennie hopped out of it, and ran into Janet's arms.
"Lennie!" She laughed.
"Yes. Now, go, children! Before we blast off to our home galaxy. Our people must Time Warp again!"
Brad, Janet, and Lennie too, went running for the door. When they reached outside, they sw their bikes on the other side of the rode where they left them. Before they went to pick them up, they turned around to watch the house fly up into the solar system. Brad and Janet waved, and Lennie barked.

"Janet? I think we should take this as a lesson to never ever go into a stranger's house again!" said Brad, seriously.
"You're right, Brad. I will never talk to a stranger again. And man, were those Dance-sylvanians strange."
"Yeah.. but there was one thing good that came out of this."
Brad looked down at Lennie and pet his head. Lennie barked and wagged his tail.
Just then, Brad saw his mom drive up in their family car. Janet's mom was in the passenger's seat.
"Brad! Janet! We've been looking all over for you!"
"Hi Mom. Hi Mrs. Weiss. We were gonna call for a ride, but the Dance-sylvanians took us in for shelter. We were in there for a really long time, but see, time is warped in there, and out here, the time we spent in there never existed! They already went back to their home planet, you just missed them! They gave us a dog though. His name is Lennie!"
"Kids and their imaginations," Mrs. Majors laughed, "Just get in the car, kids. You can bring the dog as long as he's clean."
"If he isn't, then I can clean-a-clean-a-clean-a-clean him," Janet sang. And she sang it all the way home.