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Frankie Stein's Monster

by David W. Cabrera; co-published with DosLocos Publishing

126 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-0572; ISBN 1-55369-759-6; US$17.50, C$19.70, EUR14.50, £10.00

A twelve-year-old boy on vacation with his family in the Black Forest of Germany, stumbles upon the ruins of Frankenstein's lab and accidently brings the monster back to life.

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About the Book Frankie N. Stein is a 12-year-old monster fanatic, addicted, like most kids his age, to gothic video games. He is a big fan of Universal Studios horror movies such as Frankenstein, Dracula and The Werewolf. He is the middle child in a typical middle class family. His older sister, Alexa (16) is a whiny teenage brat; the younger sister, Kimberly (4) is an adorable little sweetheart. Father Albert is the prototypical middle class professional, slightly absentminded, but very loving to his children. Mom, Jennifer, is the disciplinarian of the household, but always supports her husband and family. Their next-door neighbors, Juana and Felipe Garcia are the busy body Fred and Ethel of the neighborhood. Albert's work (setting up computer systems for large corporations which he brings in huge crates from America) takes him to Frieburg, Germany, which is located right on the western edge of the fabled Black Forest, home of Sauebraten, cuckoo clocks and lots of dark, mystical spirits hiding in the medieval castles nestled deep in the woods. The Stein family are guests in a 17th century castle, converted into a hotel, and this is where young Frankie magically stumbles upon a secret passageway leading him to the ruined lab of one Victor Von Frankstein, who rumor has it, once lived here. A perfectly preserved monster falls out of the closet, and quite by accident, is brought back to life by Frankie. "One of the Funniest books I've ever read." Tony Lambrou - Editor Outlook magazine "My kid makes me read it to him every night." Mario Treto - Screenwriter

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About the Author Dr. David William Cabrera has practiced medicine in South Florida since the mid 1980's. He is a frequent guest on international talk shows and writed humor columns for several national magazines. He has also been a contributing writer for SCR(I)PT Magazine. Together with his business partner, Mario Treto, Dr. Dave, as his friends know him, formed the DOSLOCOS SCREENWRITING COMPANY and is the founder of the SOBE Screenwriters Guild. Dr. Dave has written six screenplays, one of which this book is an incarnation. His other screenplays include: "THE PINT SIZED PRESIDENT" Due to a computer glitch, a junior high boy running for class president winds up being elected President of the United States. "LOVER BOY" A nerdy high school boy has his world turned upside-down when a beautiful music diva uses him in order to make her pop star boyfriend jealous. "CON-VINNIE" Three geriartic "rat pack" impersonators pull of an "Oceans' Eleven" style New Year's Eve heist in order to save their retirement home from foreclosure. "AMERICAN HERO" A newspaper reporter discovers that the leading Presidential candidate may be a "sleeper agent" for enemy foreign governments. WWW.DOSLOCOS.COM

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Sample Excerpts or Table of Contents

1.Ever since I was a little itsey-bitsey kitten, I always heard people say, "a cat has seven lives", or was that nine? I never really believed I had more than one life myself, that is until the day I was brought back to life by Frankenstein's monster. I know, I know, it sounds pretty amazing. Maybe even a bit nutty. You probably think this little kitty's been hitting the Catnip once too often. But as "Meow" is my witness, it's all true. And if it's a lie I tell, may my kitty litter turn to quicksand. It wasn't that long ago that I was just a plain old house cat living in a plain old castle in Germany when...

I think I'm getting ahead of myself. Maybe I should start a little further back.

My name is Fritz, and I'm a regular, household, German house cat who lives in an old German castle that was converted into a beautiful hotel about fifty human years ago. And this is the story about my good friend, Frankie Stein and his monster.

Fritz the Cat

2."Is the younger Stein having a pleasant stay in our castle?"

Zigfield said almost in a whisper.

Frankie cleared his throat and swallowed the lump of fear that had gathered there.

"Sure, it's really neat."

Zigfield smiled, exposing his crooked peppermint chiclet teeth. Instead of being frightened by this, Frankie wondered if he had enough change left over to buy a pack of gum. Frankie cleared his throat again and decided to ask Zigfield about the castle.

"Mr. Zigfield..."

Frankie began.

"Could I ask you a question?"

"Why certainly my young friend."

Zigfield smiled politely, spittle slithering between his tiny teeth.

"Well, here's the thing."

Frankie continued.

"My Mom was reading the hotel brochure, and it mentioned something about a mad Baron and Mary Shelley and everything, and I was just wondering if..."

Before Frankie could finish his sentence, Zigfield grabbed the boy by the arm, with those bony fingers that felt like Chinese chopsticks and led him to a secluded corner of the lobby.

"Ah, my young friend wants to know about the Baron, Ya?"

Zigfield looked around, checking that they would not be overheard and began to whisper the tale of the Baron to the young boy.

"Yes, it is true, my young friend. The things you have heard. It was many centuries ago when my ancestor was a loyal servant to his master, the seventh Baron Von Grueber. A brilliant man, but a man who explored the dark powers, where no mortal man should ever venture."

Frankie gulped, as Zigfields' eyes widened, making his bloodshot eyes look like two dark pools of blood.

"And...The monster?"

Frankie asked, almost dreading the answer he was about to hear.

Zigfield pursed his lips and sucked in air.

"Ah, yes. The Monster. It is true. My family has long told of a creature the Baron brought back to life from the lifeless body parts of the dead. But it was as mad as the Baron himself and had to be destroyed, else the villagers destroy the castle and all who lived in it."

Zigfield continued his story.

"Jeepers!"

Frankie exclaimed wide-eyed. He couldn't believe his ears. It was true. There had been a real Frankenstein monster, and it had been made right here, in this castle.

Frankie thanked Mr. Zigfield and ran off with his skeleton head flashlight and pocket full of candy.

Hans approached Zigfield, who was laughing loudly to himself.

"Vat ist zo funny, Herr manager, which makes you laugh loud?"

Zigfield stood up and patted the old man on the shoulders, still laughing to himself.

"These American children. They have such a wild imagination, old friend."

Zigfield walked off with Hans, telling the old man of the wild tale he had just told the young guest.

3. THE LABORATORY

Frankie entered the laboratory, deep inside the bowels of the old castle. Using his flashlight to guide himself, he made his way through the rubble of the ruins that had been left abandoned for hundreds of years. Finding an old lantern, he took a match from his pocket and lit the wick, bringing light into the room, which had been dark for so long. There were huge wooden and stone machines, with silver knobs and levers. Glass objects containing colored liquids, gelled by time, were connected to it through glass tubes and golden pipes. A large marble table lay in the center of the room. It must have been some eight feet long, and was covered with dust, cobwebs and broken glass. Another table held mysterious steel instruments and glass beakers of all shapes and sizes. And in the corner of the room, Frankie saw the biggest wooden chair he had ever seen in his life.

"This must be where the monster sat."

Frankie said to himself, and sitting in it, felt as small as a speck of dust. Frankie began pacing around the room, playing the part of Baron Frankenstein, from the movies, which he knew so well.

"Egor..."

Frankie said in his best mad doctor voice.

"Did you bring me the brain? Tonight my creation will once more see the light of day."

"Yes master."

Frankie answered himself in a spooky Egor voice.

Suddenly a large rat ran across the table just inches from Frankie's hand. Frightened, he jumped back, knocking over several glass beakers.

"Forgive me, Egor, but I am forced to take extraordinary precautions."

Frankie paced around the laboratory, talking to his imaginary visitors.

"At first I experimented with dead animals, and a human heart, which I kept beating for three weeks. But now, I will turn that ray on a human body...A body, which I created...And endow it with life."

Outside, another thunderstorm approached, creating just the atmosphere to make Frankie's make believe seem even more real. The sudden explosion of a lighting bolt outside made Frankie jump and lose his balance, causing the small body to tumble backwards, slamming against a hard wooden surface. Hearing a creaking sound behind him, Frankie got out of the way just in time to keep from getting hit by a huge wooden plank which fell from the wall behind him. Looking down at his pants, he noticed that they had been torn at the knee when he fell.

"Great. These are my new pants."

Frankie worried.

"Mom's gonna' kill me."

Searching in the dark for the flashlight he had dropped, Frankie found it and jiggled it several times until it lit up again. Now no longer in the dark, Frankie noticed a large object in an alcove next to him, right where the wooden door had fallen from. Frankie slowly followed the light up,up,up and gave a horrified scream when he realized that the figure standing behind him was Frankenstein's monster. Terrified, Frankie dropped his flashlight and ran out of the laboratory as fast as he could.

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