Showing posts with label Frankenstein's Monster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Frankenstein's Monster. Show all posts

Thursday, October 24, 2013

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Monster Laughs [Kindle Edition]

Dean Burkey 
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Monster Laughs


From the Secret Files of the Mystery Hunter

If you’re like me, you love to laugh; and have fun! Congratulations! Now you can do both, with funny fun fiction from the author of "Heaven-Bent HUMOR: The DEAN Adventures", "How to Write Comedy Jokes", "Seasons Without Reason", "Exit Strategies", "Channel Surfing", and more: Comedian Dean Burkey.

Fear not, laugh a lot, as Paranormal Investigator Eddie Hunter, a.k.a. the Mystery Hunter, matches wits with Count Dracula, the Werewolf, Frankenstein’s Monster, and many other madcap menaces, classic and new, from around the world and beyond.

“Monster Laughs” spoofs monsters and more. In an Odyssey of Oddities, Eddie Hunter tackles the Invisible Man, Space Aliens, and other infamous frights. Further scary topics include romantic misunderstandings, macho insecurities, and diminishing dignity.

No matter how dangerous the situation, the Mystery Hunter keeps his sense of humor, somehow survives, and finds time to enjoy waffles, pie, and bowling. Only he could save the world with bubble gum and burritos.

The beauty of this book, besides being comical, is that each chapter presents its own adventure, while a story weaves throughout.

Busy? Overworked? Stressing out? By this book, you can escape on a monstrously funny mind-trip.

"In my line of work, nothing’s more embarrassing than when the monster laughs."
-- Edward T. Hunter, Paranormal Investigator.

Table of Contents


"Count Dracula Sinks His Teeth into the Big Apple"
To stop the villainous vampire, the Mystery Hunter puts his neck on the line!

"The Howling Werewolf’s Hairy End"
Bring Your Pet to Work Day has never been so deadly! Or so itchy.

"Frankenstein’s Monster Bolts Loose"
Big and green, mighty and mean, the most menacing monster the Hunter’s ever seen. (So far.)

"Doctor Jekyll and Ms. Hyde"
Double the pleasure; double the danger! And with the Hunter involved, double the laughs and mishaps!! And double the indignities and insecurities!!!

"Unraveling the Mystery of the Mummy"
The Mystery Hunter faces more horrors than he’s ever imagined. Is the Mummy out for revenge? Or just running a pyramid scheme?

"Skinny Dipping with the Creature from the Blue Lagoon"
Cannibals, pirates, and sharks, oh my! Also, lost treasure, a whale, a gorilla, a navy seal, and a couple grabby blue crabs. And let’s not forget the web-footed horror of the amphibious Creature! Does the Creature want to kill the Hunter? Or are his desires a fate worse than death? What else would you expect during mating season at the Blue Lagoon?

"The Swinging Tale of the Blue Moon Monkey Man"
The Mystery Hunter encounters a new menace. Before he gets himself killed over a blue banana, the Hunter better solve this case and split!

"Illegal Aliens from Outer Space"
(This Is My Favorite Chapter!)
Worlds turn against the Mystery Hunter, including his own! The galaxy cries out: “Bring me the Hunter!”

"Being Seen with the Invisible Man (Or Not!)"
Although he prides himself on always being prepared, the Mystery Hunter never saw this one coming!

"Challenging the Unchallengeable Charlie Change-O"
The Final Chapter!
Home from a whirlwind, worldwide tour of mystery-hunting, Eddie faces his fiercest foe and solves a mystery he wishes he’d never solved.

"Return of the Blue Moon Monkey Man (And Another Crazy)"
The Final, Final Chapter!
A fiendish foe returns. So does another crazy. And the Hunter makes a monstrously horrifying realization about himself.

Before you buy this book, take a Look Inside!

Inspired lunacy! Zany, quirky, funny, fun. For teens and adults.





Howlie Mandel [The Werewolf] prepared to pounce on me, but then he sniffed a whiff of Penelope’s perfume and barked with bliss. I wondered, deal or no deal.

“The price is wrong, Mister Barker.” Aiming my weapon at Fuzzy Wuzzy, I called out to my alluring assistant, “Run, Penelope! Run!”

Slipping on a soiled newspaper, Penelope collapsed to the red carpet. Like I said, lycanthropes aren’t known for being housebroken. Which seems odd, since most of them come from broken homes.

Salivating like a ravenous shark at a scuba diver’s convention, the Canine Catastrophe bounded across the room to Penelope.

Aimed and fired my stinky gun, but I hit an electrical panel. After an explosion of sparks, the lights went out.


...

As Frank’s Fiend [Frankensteins Monster] lunged forward, I froze. Semi-froze. I chomped my third bite of pie. If you’ve gotta go, why not go with a smile? Bye-bye smile. Horrified, I gasped when he swung his right hand and flung my pie. My delicious key lime smashed into a wall a block away, held for four seconds, and fell onto the head of a crooked politician in an Armani silk suit. The Incredible Sulk destroyed my pie. The monster!

With my finger twitching on the trigger, I thawed out and shoved the barrel of my marble-handled, custom-made, sure-shot, seven, count-‘em, seven-shooter into his mouth. I already reloaded my trusty gun with lead bullets, so not only would I conserve silver, I’d give him lead poisoning. The fatal kind. “What do you say for yourself now? Pie-Flinger!”

“Yummy.” Biting down, the Bolt-Meister bent the end of my marble-handled, custom-made, sure-shot, seven, count-‘em, seven-shooter. Since I could no longer fire, I refroze quicker than leftovers of Tofurky soufflé.


...

The Mad Grabber [Doctor Jekyll] madly grabbed a double dose of his eerie serum and brandished a hypodermic needle at me. “I’ll show you what horror means!”

“No need to. I have a dictionary.” With my kitty-like reflexes, I dodged his first swing. “Or I can Google it online.” I sidestepped his second strike too. “Or Wiki will give me -- Ow!” But not the third. Pain shot through my arm. I wobbled. “Was that needle clean?”

“The needle’s clean; the serum’s not.” The Injection-Meister cackled maddeningly. Not like a villain in a B-movie. He just chortled an annoying laugh that made me mad. 


...

Maybe Serena was right. Maybe I am “a freaky little fool in an over-sized coat full of goofy gadgets who can’t solve the mystery of himself, much less anything else”. Should I take such cruel words spoken in anger to heart? But why was she mad? Where did I go wrong with her? My monstrous charisma and hunter’s mystique always made her feel so secure. Whenever she saw me, she shouted, “Security! Security!!”


...


Although not wanting to die, I felt relieved Captain Gills [The Creature from the Blue Lagoon] only wanted to kill me.

But just when I thought it was safe to be murdered by a homicidal maniac, ...


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Monday, October 8, 2012

Monster Laughs: Frankenstein's Monster Bolts Loose!




Three Left Side Photos by Daniel Terry
Right Photo by Dean Burkey


To celebrate Halloween!
(Really just an excuse to promote my book Monster Laughs.)
Here are a few excerpts from chapter 3,
a.k.a. ...

FILE #143:
FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER
BOLTS LOOSE

Big and green, mighty and mean,
the most menacing monster 
the Hunter’s ever seen.
(So far.)

A Marauding Monster in Miami! Early descriptions of the creature sounded like Frankenstein’s Monster, but last I heard, he sank in icy Arctic waters decades ago. After NASA reported an eerie comet crashed into the polar ice caps, the tabloids posted several headlines about a large, mindless, lumbering hulk with bolts in his neck hitchhiking south.

Most folks call Frankenstein’s Monster: Frankenstein. But that’s the last name of the doctor who stitched together and reanimated the creature in his lab. While the Big Fella himself bore the name Bob. Although he would also answer to Robert, Robby, Bobby, Skip, Skippy, Hey Big Scary Monster, and Eeeeeeyaaaaaahhhhh! Since he’s one of the sweetest guys you’d ever meet, the Big Lug hated being called a monster. And yet, he drove a Monster Truck. Go figure.

Standing seven feet tall, the King of Stitches can be so intimidating, you can sweat through a five-day deodorant pad in five minutes. Or five seconds, if he breathes on you. With his Monster Breath. Green-faced, with bolts and scars. Short, frizzy, black hair. Gray eyes. And clumsy. What a klutz! Old Flat Top never meant to hurt anybody. But when he hugged some folks, he accidentally yanked off their skulls. And ever since, the unforgiving, grudge-and-torch-bearing villagers have tried to destroy him. And that hurts. He’s so sensitive, he exudes more meaning with one mindless moan than Webster does with his entire dictionary.

Although called to investigate the comet crash, I busied myself with my supermodel assistant Penelope Pratts poking my eyes and kneeing my tenderloins during my search for a certain furry felon. With that case closed, I picked up the trail of Bolt Boy after he bounded into Miami.

This is the city: Miami. The name means “That ami belongs to me!” or “I own this ami.” Maybe, my love. Or downstream person. The Magic City. Little Cuba. The Gateway to the Americas. America’s Cleanest City. Cruise Capital of the World. A metropolitan area known for heat, dolphins, and vice. If you’re frozen, this is the place to thaw.

...


Seeing his evil grin, I thawed out and cocked my right fist, ready to punch him back to the North Pole. But I refroze when I realized his strong, massive hands could easily pop my head as if it were something that pops easily. How about Jiffy Pop Popcorn? Okay. His strong, massive hands could easily pop my head as if it were Jiffy Pop Popcorn. Or maybe a water balloon. His strong, massive hands could easily pop my head as if it were a water balloon. Or create your own. His strong, massive hands could easily pop my head as if it were {INSERT YOUR OWN IDEA HERE}. With my life about to end, I didn’t have time to nitpick about minuscule metaphorical musings. Okay. What about a melon? His strong, massive hands could easily pop my head as if it were a melon. A rotten melon on a hot summer’s day!

Never a radioactive spider around when you need one. When the hands of death reached within an inch of my easily-poppable, Jiffy-Pop-Popcornesque, water-balloonish, {RE-INSERT YOUR OWN IDEA HERE}-like, rotten-melon-on-a-hot-summer’s-day-style head, Kay called out, “No!”

Monster Breath turned to look at her, so I ducked with deftness and courage. (I won the bronze medal in the past three Duck Olympics. I keep losing to Donald and Daffy.) Although frozen with fear, I thawed after inhaling Horror-Head’s Hideous Halitosis.

...

Before the Quilted Zombie could clamber to Kay, I whipped out my Poppy’s Pocket Torch and lit it with the handy-dandy Insta-Lite accessory. I fanned the flames into Flathead’s face and fumed, “‘How about a little fire, Scarecrow?’”

The Monster Mash snarled and staggered back.

Felt glad that my addiction to late night infomercials proved useful after all. And that I could deduct some of them as legitimate business expenses.

Kay waddled to me, but I chased after my fleeing foe.

“How ironic they dub you ‘The Modern Prometheus’, when you’re afraid of fire. And not all that modern either. That suit went out of style centuries ago.” I cackled, wielding power over the one who, seconds ago, made me cower. And destroyed my pie.

“Don’t hurt him!” Kay knocked the Torch out of my hand and sent it sailing down a nearby sewage drain. That’s four easy payments of $29.95 plus shipping and handling I’ll never see again. Good thing they made the fifth payment for me.

I quit cackling and recommenced cowering. As the Green Groaner hulked back to me with his arms outstretched, I babbled a like a maniac, as, some might say, is my stock in trade. “No hard feelings. Right, Big Guy? It’s so dark, I thought you could use a little light. And since you were frozen, some heat too. Sound good? And, of course, I was kidding with my comment about ‘The Modern Prometheus’. We cool?”

I gulped. Among other things. Moaning and groaning mindlessly, the Lumbering Lunkhead lifted me off the street with his huge hands. Images of my easily-poppable head flooded back into my brain. My easily-poppable, Jiffy-Pop-Popcornesque, water-balloonish, {RE-RE-INSERT YOUR OWN IDEA HERE}-like, rotten-melon-on-a-hot-summer’s-day-style brain.


... To read more of Monster Laughs, read the sample from the Kindle edition here.

... To read the rest of this chapter, buy the Kindle edition here for only ninety-nine cents!

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Blessings & Joy,

See also: "Monster Laughs" Table of Contents and "Monster Laughs!" - Back Cover Copy.


Saturday, April 7, 2012

Travel Around the Country and the World for Only $14.95*





With the rising price of gas making trips more expensive, you can travel around the country, and even the world, for only $14.95* with a great** book -- “Monster Laughs” -- a secular sci-fi comedy adventure novel by the author of “Holy Laughter! Humor in the Bible” comedian Dean Burkey. 


Join Edward Thomas Hunter, a.k.a. The Mystery Hunter, as he battles beings from this world and beyond. Beginning with Dracula in New York and culminating with the climactic duel to the death with Charlie Change-O in Chicago, the Hunter faces all kinds of crazy creatures, from classic monsters like the Werewolf, Frankenstein’s Monster, and more to new villains like the Blue Moon Monkey Man. 


Each hilarious** chapter/adventure stand on its own, while a story weaves throughout this comedy novel.




“Monster Laughs” lives up to its name providing not only an array of monsters, but a variety of hysterical** sight gags and visual jests as well. 

Blessings & Joy,

* The $14.95 price doesn’t include shipping costs and $1.05 for Florida where applicable.

** The opinions expressed herein are those of the author himself. Yes, the same guy who thinks he’s cool to be around and loads of fun at parties. As far as we know, no one disagrees with this assessment. At least not to his face. Not when he’s around sharp objects. Or juggling nuclear warheads.