It was after lunch when Otto tried to teach Tuddrussel how to play another of one of his games that he had been brought up on in the twenty-first century. Paper covered the table, all with drawings of stick figures dangling from gallows and letters at the bottom that never got to be actual words. Tuddrussel sat there looking at the sheet of paper that had only three dashes at the bottom with exasperation. Otto looked triumphant, smiling as he waited for Tuddrussel to guess another letter.
"Come on, you can do it!" Otto said. Tuddrussel sighed as he looked at Otto, annoyed at the child's enjoyment with this. "Uhh- 'a'?" Tuddrussel guessed.

Otto nodded with satisfaction as he wrote the letter 'a' on the second dash. Tuddrussel felt some relief, only two letters to go; maybe he would finally win Otto's stupid game of Hangman.

"F" ? Tuddrussel guessed again. Otto giggled as shook his head for no. He then drew a circle, which Tuddrussel dreaded. "Aww come on, kid. Give me a break!" Tuddrussel said.
"It's a THREE letter word, it's not rocket science. And you only have two more to go, just wait until you get another letter right at least." Otto said. This was the fourteenth game they played in a row and this was the first time Otto decided to just dumb down the game by giving Tuddrussel a simple, preschool level word.
Tuddrussel groaned as he tried to figure out another letter to use.

"G "?

"Nope."

"S"?

"Nuh uhh."

"R"

"No way."

"P"?

"As if."

"Aww, ok- 'N'?"

"Nooo."

"T"?

"YES!"

Otto stopped drawing the stick figure that was now only missing a noose and the scaffold to write the letter 't' at the third dash.

A T

'A word that ends with 'A T' ? What the heck could that be?' Tuddrussel frustratingly wondered as he stared at the paper. "Ok, if I guess one more letter, and I guess it wrong can I get a hint?"
"Mmm hmm, go ahead." Otto said, smirking.

"B"? Tuddrussel guessed nervously.

Otto tried to stifle the laughter. "Sorry." He said as he drew the line that made the noose.

Tuddrussel slammed his fist on the table, causing several papers to flutter to the floor.

"Now give me a hint dang it!" Tuddrussel shouted.

Off-put by this, Otto shook his head and huffed, "Fine, the word is the name of a"-

The history instability alarm cut him off.

"The name of a what? The name of a what?!" Tuddrussel panicked.

Otto shrugged his question off as he hopped out of the chair.

"I'll tell you later, we've got work to do!"

Tuddrussel growled as he got out of his seat and started to try to catch up to him.

"Hey, no fair!" Tuddrussel shouted. Otto laughed as he ran into the control room where Larry was busy typing in the information needed so the computer could tell who they were needing to see today.

Otto stopped running and casually walked over to Larry's side as the image of a man with neatly combed black hair and a finely trimmed thin mustache appeared on the main computer screen. Tuddrussel walked over to the other side of Larry and began to read the information given to them.

EDWARD WOOD JR.
HOLLYWOOD CALIFORNIA
1952

"Edward Wood Jr…" Tuddrussel drew out the name. Larry leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, and quietly anticipated Otto's next burst of energy.

Otto gasped in excitement.

"Oh! Ed Wood! He was a movie director that was notorious for being passionate about filmmaking despite his severe lack of talent. He wrote and directed movies that were so poorly produced, that they are considered to be practically unwatchable, but to a "So bad it's good" degree."

Larry scowled at Otto. "So bad it's good? Otto, you can't possibly mean that."

"Are you kidding? I love movies like Ed Wood's! I used to watch a show called 'The Mystery Science Picture Show 2000' on Saturday nights at the orphanage that'd play his stuff, like 'Plan Nine From Outer Space'! " Otto said. Larry scoffed, standing up he replied, "It's going to rot your mind, garbage that's all it is. Well, let's go see what we can do to help this 'director'."

-Hollywood, California, 1952-

The Time Squad found themselves on a movie lot. They walked out into a busy intersection where people- mostly crew members and actors were all chatting and carrying on with their business.

"I wonder where we can find him?" Otto asked.
Tuddrussel looked over, and with a smirk he reached over and grabbed the nearest person that was walking by, jerking him up by the collar of his shirt.
"Hey what give's Mac? " The man barked. Tuddrussel got into the worker's face and began his usual police routine.
"We're lookin' for a Ed Wood. A scrawny guy that makes stupid movies."
The man laughed at Tuddrussel, while struggling to get out of his firm grip he replied "Stupid movies? HA! Edward Wood is the latest big shot director and he is certainly not making anything but the next big blockbuster, what are you talking about?"

Tuddrussel shook him roughly. "I didn't ask ya to give any lip! Just tell us where he is!"
"Ouch! Easy! Okay pal, he's over in soundstage sixteen."
"Great. come on you two." Tuddrussel said as he shoved the man back.