"Quiet on the set," hollered director Ed Woodley. "And somebody get that kid away from the phony hive!"
"Aw, Ed," said the prop girl/makeup person/producer Mary Carbone, "his dad's a friend of a friend and he loves movies."
"Mary, we got eight days to shoot Revenge of the Stinking Stingers, a boozehound of a star, and a fake giant bee with a zipper you can see!"
"But, Ed, the script's almost finished and ..."
"Mary, science fiction movies don't get no respect and never will! Now get him out of here!"
"You're right, Ed. It's 1954 and we all gotta eat."
"Good. Now cue the giant cardboard stinger!"
"Sorry, Mr. Spielberg, you have to leave. Maybe one day you can get the boy in somewhere to see 'em make a real movie."
Thanks for a having a close encounter with my entry this week for the fabulous Friday Fictioneers, which returns us to the days when science fiction movies truly didn't get no respect. Wish I could build a machine to teleport the excess 31 words out of my story based on the prompt above, but frankly I didn't have no budget for it!
Strange how a funny thing happened to the movies when kids like little Steven Spielberg grew up and didn't put away childish things. We got big budget major star-laden sci-fi, horror, fantasy, and super hero flicks virtually to excess, as well as the many supernaturally talented contributions of the other fantastic Friday Fictioneers, which you all can beam into by clicking here.
I'll see you next week, I'm headed out now to see Revenge of the Stinking Stingers. Love that giant stinger!