At the studio, a goblin held up a slate for the camera. Clap! “Take one!”
It was Hoodudes’s scream test!
Hoodude entered with a mop and tap-danced around a lamppost next to a puddle. He splashed in the puddle and spun around the lamppost, singing. “I’m singin’ in a stain! Just singing and flinging. And singing!”
He spun so hard he flipped off the post and flew off the stage with a scream.
A few hours later, the goblin again held up his slate for the camera. “Take forty-seven.” He sighed.
Hoodude was holding the fake Vampire’s Heart. “There you are, my precious,” he said, trying to make his voice sound evil. “No! That’s not ours! We needs to gives it back. No! Get away! It’s all mine!” He clutched it tight… and it broke!
“Uh-oh,” said Hoodude. “I’m sorry; is it broken? Was it a real heart?”
A day later, the goblin held up the slate. “Hoodude Voodoo scream test, take seven hundred and fifty-two.”
Hoodude stormed onto the set like Godzilla. He was tossing boxes as if they were buildings. He pulled a stuffed toy from a box, became distracted, and tripped. He knocked into the set and it toppled over.
He looked out at the exhausted crew. “I wasn’t feeling that one. Can I do that take over again?”
It looked like it was going to be a long, long time before Hoodude won a Silver Claw!