"What else is on the two-disc set aside from the engrossing biographies?" asked Jimmy.

"Trailers, news featurettes, interviews, especially two interesting ones with Lugosi. One played for laughs, but definitely shows how much he really didn't like mixing with the Hollywood set, and the other's an interview given years later, when he was released from rehab. He looks really frail in that one. The quality is poor, given its age and media, but it's still a pretty shocking scene. Funny, but he smoked a cigar in both of them — like he didn't skip a beat in all those years between the two," replied Zoc.

"Sad, really. Only Karloff and Price lived fairly straightforward lives. Chaney Jr., Lugosi, and Lorre each had their demons to appease, and challenges to meet," said Steve Brown.

"It is only fitting, that on Halloween, we remember those whose ground-breaking, and superb performances creating memorable creatures of fright should be remembered. If not for their devotion to the cinema of horror, we would be worse off today by their absence," said Zoc.

"Grrhhh."

"Yes, I agree, too," said Mike Mercury to Steve Brown.

"I didn't say anything," said Steve Brown.

"Grrhhh."

Both men slowly turned around. The Frankenstein monster stood in the doorway, brandishing the chainsaw. He started it up and held it high in the air. Dracula floated in beside him, wearing Jason's mask. The Wolf Man leaped in front of them, wearing Freddy's hat and waving his razor bladed gloved hand menacingly.

"Oh, dear," said Zoc. "I was afraid of this," he said, as they moved back from the doorway. There was no other way out, except for the window, and they were high above the ground.

"Of what?" said Glenor, cowering in back of Steve Brown.

"Universal's been tinkering with them for years, looking for a way to update them. They must have built in a Hollywood Directive to assimilate any successful horror franchise they came across and incorporate it into their characters to increase their chances of a successful comeback. We're doomed!"

"Mike, get Supercar" yelled Jimmy.

"I don't have a remote," he yelled back. "They weren't invented in the '60s, yet."

"Will mine do?" said Steve Brown, tossing over his UPS signing gadget.

"Hey, let's see. Yeah, just a little reconfiguration. The right frequency, and — Supercar, find us, now!"

Outside, the roar of starboard engines sounded loud and clear. The smell of rocket fuel, blazing up and out from exhaust ports filled the air.

"One... two... three... okay everybody, duck and cover!" yelled Mike Mercury above the buzz of the chainsaw and the roar of rocket engines. The window crashed open, sending shards of glass and shredded drapery around them as Supercar entered the room. Its doors swung open. "Let's go!"