Hollywood could handle just aboutanything—until Mildume’s machinebrought in two real aliens.
The cameramen, the grips, the electricians, the sound men--all stared unbelievingly. The script girl grabbed Mr. Untz's hand and dug her fingernails into it. The makeup stylist clutched the lapels of his mauve jacket and fainted.
"Nothing to be afraid of," Mr. Untz said to everybody. He was sort of convincing himself too. "Dr. Mildume here knows all about the monsters. He's got everything under control. So tell everybody about them, Doctor."
Mildume nodded, bobbing his short white beard. He thrust his hands into his tweed jacket, looked all around for a moment, then said, "I don't know exactly where the monsters are from. I had my Q-beam pointed into space, and I was focussing it, intending to put it on Mars at the time of proper conjunction. All very complicated. However the beam must have worked prematurely. These monsters began to form in the hydrogen chamber."
Several of the listeners looked at other listeners with unmistakable doubt. Unruffled, Dr. Mildume went on, "Now, we can make
An amusing short story. Not meant to be serious, everyone in it is a stereotype: spoiled child star, misunderstood European film director, wild-haired scientist, long-suffering (but sane) director's helper/narrator.
The prop guys can't come up with a scary enough monster, so a scientist rents his real (teleported) monsters to the movie for money to continue his research. (This was 1954, a little while before anything with a military application automatically got funded out of Black Ops money.) The monsters prove to be uncooperative.
Silly, but amusing little pulp story. They characters are playing canasta in it. For those of you under about 60, it's a card game. Anyway, the child star wanted really scary aliens and got them from a funny looking pulp scientist and his private lab. Whoa! They are REALLY scary and eat glass! How does the director tame them for good movie shots?