Author's Note: The Mad Doctor does not own the majority of the characters
in this series of stories. They all belong to their respective companies
The Spooky Heroes
Monster Motor Mania
By Mad Doctor Matt
Based on characters created by Tim Burton
Chapter 1
The bright sun rose over the town of Sleepy Hollow. Everywhere, the sun was illuminating the small New York town as a new day began. Well, almost everywhere. There was one spot in Sleepy Hollow, which the sun did not brighten up.
It was a hill on the edge of town. Surrounded by a wall decorated with gargoyles and covered with leafless oak trees, the hill was one of the most foreboding sights in Sleepy Hollow. Even its address, 1313 Poe Lane, was creepy. On top of the hill was a gray, stone mansion. Nobody ever ventured up the hill to visit the house for fearing the nature of its inhabitants. True enough, the inhabitants were anything but normal.
Inside one of the mansion's rooms, a maniacal laugh was heard. The laugh came from a coffin and sitting inside the coffin was a vampire cloaked in a black cape. Suddenly, a pale hand pushed the lid down. The vampire was actually an alarm clock. The hand belonged to a girl named Lydia Deetz.
She sat up in her four-poster bed and stretched. She rose from her bed and walked past the self-rocking rocking chair and the ghastly face in the vanity mirror toward the door. Her black nightgown dragged on the floor as she opened the door and walked into the long hallway towards the stairs.
As she passed through the hallway, she heard many ghostly wails coming from the other rooms. Normally, anybody would be terrified of such activity. But not Lydia. She had a great interest in anything that was horrible and terrifying. Even though her peers shunned her for being too weird, she had managed to make friends with the other residents of the mansion. She walked down the stairs into a grand foyer and headed for the door that led to the kitchen. When she opened the door, she smiled as she saw that the other two residents were already there.
"Morning!" they said in unison. One was sitting at the table reading the comics section of the newspaper. He was quite unusual. He had blonde hair that looked as if it hadn't been washed in years and pale green eyes. His teeth were rotted green and he was wearing beetle-patterned pajamas. His skin was white as a ghost. This was because he actually was one. His name was Beetlejuice and he was Lydia's best friend.
The other one was a man dressed like the great horror star, Vincent Price. He was cooking eggs on the stove. He had wild black hair and a pencil-thin moustache. He was dressed in a white lab coat with black gloves and boots. His named was Dr. Matthew Vincent Notrub. "Don't you ever change out of that outfit?" asked Lydia. "I keep meaning to every night. But I fall asleep before I do. How do you like your eggs?" asked Dr. Notrub. "Any way," said Lydia as she sat at the table next to Beetlejuice.
She had known Beetlejuice for many years. But they had only known Dr. Notrub for a short time. When they first met him, they thought he was just another college professor teaching photography at Lydia's college. But when Lydia came to live with him, they found that he was a reclusive, millionaire scientist who had indulged in the study of the supernatural.
"Eat up, guys. We've got a lot of things to do today,' said Dr. Notrub as he brought over a tray. It had two plates that were filled with eggs and bacon and a bucket that was filled with beetles. He set the plates in front of Lydia and his spot and set the bucket in front of Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice licked his lips. "Thanks doc. You know what I like," said Beetlejuice as he started to devour the beetles. "You're welcome, Beetlejuice. It's a good thing I managed to find a substantial amount of beetles in the yard," said Dr. Notrub as he sat down and started on his breakfast.
"So what's going on today?" asked Beetlejuice. "Well, I still have some homework to do. I'd like to get my schoolwork done as soon as possible so I can help in this whole Dr. Grim thing," said Lydia. "That is a good idea, Lydia. I'm going to be busy for most of the day in the lab. I'm going to be designing and constructing the necessary machinery we'll need to combat Dr. Grim. Beetlejuice, I trust you'll help me again in the lab?" asked Dr. Notrub. "Certainly, doc. I owe you a lot. After all, you helped save me from Dr. Grim," said Beetlejuice.
"Excellent. But this situation has become more complicated. I read in the newspaper that there was a fire outside of town at a shack. It was the same shack that disguised the entrance to Dr. Grim's lair," stated Dr. Notrub. "He must've relocated somewhere else," said Beetlejuice. "I don't blame him. We did find the entrance to his lair so he had to relocate," said Lydia.
"In other news, there have been sightings of a mysterious figure in the Western Woods. The figure has been described as tall and thin. Almost like a walking skeleton," said Dr. Notrub. "That could be Dr. Grim," said Lydia. "Or it could be a citizen of the Neitherworld," said Beetlejuice. "Whatever it is, we must investigate the Western Woods as soon as I've completed the construction of the necessary equipment," said Dr. Notrub.
"What exactly have you guys been building down there? You worked on it all day yesterday," said Lydia. "I'm designing devices that are based on my F.I.R. technology as well as Dr. Grim's ghost containment system design that I stole from his lair. But we are racing against time. It's only been one day since we rescued Beetlejuice from Dr. Grim. If Dr. Grim is as ambitious as he is insane, he'll have spent day and night trying to figure out a way to control his creature captives. But have no fear. The devices are nearly finished," said Dr. Notrub.
"The doc's had some pretty nifty ideas for these special weapons we're constructing downstairs. Although, we probably wouldn't need them if I had my full powers," said Beetlejuice. "Well you don't, BJ. That's why you must try to refrain from using your powers unless it is absolutely necessary. You could exhaust the fraction of your powers we retrieved from Dr. Grim. Good thing the beetles you eat keep them from draining completely. Until we find Dr. Grim and get the rest of your powers, we must rely on Dr. Notrub's devices," said Lydia.
"You're right, Lyds," said Beetlejuice. "Aren't I always?" asked Lydia with a giggle. "Well, now that I think of it, you are. You've gotten me out of many situations before, Lydia and I'm grateful for that. Remember that time the skeletons in my closet got out? You helped me get rid of them," said Beetlejuice with grateful feelings in his voice. "Oh yeah. It's actually quite funny now that I think about it," chuckled Lydia. "Or that time we went on the Twenty-four Hour Gross Out game show?" cackled Beetlejuice. Lydia laughed.
"While we eat our breakfast, why don't you favor me with stories of your adventures in the Neitherworld?" asked Dr. Notrub who was chuckling himself. The three of them enjoyed their breakfast as Beetlejuice and Lydia reminisced about the good times they shared.
Meanwhile, down in the business section of the town, no one knew that trouble was brewing in the basement of an abandoned warehouse. A metal wire fence surrounded the warehouse. Nobody had even touched for they would have noticed that it had been electrified. For down in the basement, one of the greatest evil people in the world was concocting an evil scheme.
Sitting on a chair in front of a computer screen was a tall thin man with pale white skin. His name was Dr. Gothic Grim and he had a dream that would be everyone else's nightmare: to take over the world. Next to him was a glass orb that glowed with black and white light. The orb was actually a generator containing supernatural energy that he had stolen from Beetlejuice. He had used it to go to Beetlejuice's home world, the Neitherworld, and brutally capture a portion of the inhabitants. Now he had been figuring a way to use the power to control his new army.
Behind him, Mecha-Reaper, a hulking figure in a black cloak holding a scythe, watched him. Suddenly, Dr. Grim twirled his chair around and left it cackling, "That's it! I've got it!" "I suppose this means you've found away to use Beetlejuice's powers to control the Neitherworld creatures," said Mecha-Reaper. "Yes and no, Mecha-Reaper. The remainder of Beetlejuice's power can be manipulated to control the creatures but not on it's own. But if I can transplant it into a parasitic organism designed for mind control, I can do it," said Dr. Grim in anticipation.
"But where are we going to get an organism like that?" asked Mecha- Reaper. "Have you forgotten that I have expertise in the field of bioengineering as well as paranormal research? I'll create such an organism. An organism that can control the minds of all our captive ghosts, ghouls, and monsters with its abilities derived from Beetlejuice's powers. I have the necessary equipment to do it. If I get to work right now, I'll have the first one ready by noon,' said Dr. Grim as he walked over to machine that contained glass vats and beakers filled with strange chemicals. He began to work on the first phase of his diabolical plan.
He gazed over to a giant metal cylindrical capsule. He grinned. "Soon my army, I will unleash all of you into the world and it will become my own," chuckled Dr. Grim. His chuckle grew into his maniacal laugh that echoed throughout his laboratory.
The Spooky Heroes
Monster Motor Mania
By Mad Doctor Matt
Based on characters created by Tim Burton
Chapter 1
The bright sun rose over the town of Sleepy Hollow. Everywhere, the sun was illuminating the small New York town as a new day began. Well, almost everywhere. There was one spot in Sleepy Hollow, which the sun did not brighten up.
It was a hill on the edge of town. Surrounded by a wall decorated with gargoyles and covered with leafless oak trees, the hill was one of the most foreboding sights in Sleepy Hollow. Even its address, 1313 Poe Lane, was creepy. On top of the hill was a gray, stone mansion. Nobody ever ventured up the hill to visit the house for fearing the nature of its inhabitants. True enough, the inhabitants were anything but normal.
Inside one of the mansion's rooms, a maniacal laugh was heard. The laugh came from a coffin and sitting inside the coffin was a vampire cloaked in a black cape. Suddenly, a pale hand pushed the lid down. The vampire was actually an alarm clock. The hand belonged to a girl named Lydia Deetz.
She sat up in her four-poster bed and stretched. She rose from her bed and walked past the self-rocking rocking chair and the ghastly face in the vanity mirror toward the door. Her black nightgown dragged on the floor as she opened the door and walked into the long hallway towards the stairs.
As she passed through the hallway, she heard many ghostly wails coming from the other rooms. Normally, anybody would be terrified of such activity. But not Lydia. She had a great interest in anything that was horrible and terrifying. Even though her peers shunned her for being too weird, she had managed to make friends with the other residents of the mansion. She walked down the stairs into a grand foyer and headed for the door that led to the kitchen. When she opened the door, she smiled as she saw that the other two residents were already there.
"Morning!" they said in unison. One was sitting at the table reading the comics section of the newspaper. He was quite unusual. He had blonde hair that looked as if it hadn't been washed in years and pale green eyes. His teeth were rotted green and he was wearing beetle-patterned pajamas. His skin was white as a ghost. This was because he actually was one. His name was Beetlejuice and he was Lydia's best friend.
The other one was a man dressed like the great horror star, Vincent Price. He was cooking eggs on the stove. He had wild black hair and a pencil-thin moustache. He was dressed in a white lab coat with black gloves and boots. His named was Dr. Matthew Vincent Notrub. "Don't you ever change out of that outfit?" asked Lydia. "I keep meaning to every night. But I fall asleep before I do. How do you like your eggs?" asked Dr. Notrub. "Any way," said Lydia as she sat at the table next to Beetlejuice.
She had known Beetlejuice for many years. But they had only known Dr. Notrub for a short time. When they first met him, they thought he was just another college professor teaching photography at Lydia's college. But when Lydia came to live with him, they found that he was a reclusive, millionaire scientist who had indulged in the study of the supernatural.
"Eat up, guys. We've got a lot of things to do today,' said Dr. Notrub as he brought over a tray. It had two plates that were filled with eggs and bacon and a bucket that was filled with beetles. He set the plates in front of Lydia and his spot and set the bucket in front of Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice licked his lips. "Thanks doc. You know what I like," said Beetlejuice as he started to devour the beetles. "You're welcome, Beetlejuice. It's a good thing I managed to find a substantial amount of beetles in the yard," said Dr. Notrub as he sat down and started on his breakfast.
"So what's going on today?" asked Beetlejuice. "Well, I still have some homework to do. I'd like to get my schoolwork done as soon as possible so I can help in this whole Dr. Grim thing," said Lydia. "That is a good idea, Lydia. I'm going to be busy for most of the day in the lab. I'm going to be designing and constructing the necessary machinery we'll need to combat Dr. Grim. Beetlejuice, I trust you'll help me again in the lab?" asked Dr. Notrub. "Certainly, doc. I owe you a lot. After all, you helped save me from Dr. Grim," said Beetlejuice.
"Excellent. But this situation has become more complicated. I read in the newspaper that there was a fire outside of town at a shack. It was the same shack that disguised the entrance to Dr. Grim's lair," stated Dr. Notrub. "He must've relocated somewhere else," said Beetlejuice. "I don't blame him. We did find the entrance to his lair so he had to relocate," said Lydia.
"In other news, there have been sightings of a mysterious figure in the Western Woods. The figure has been described as tall and thin. Almost like a walking skeleton," said Dr. Notrub. "That could be Dr. Grim," said Lydia. "Or it could be a citizen of the Neitherworld," said Beetlejuice. "Whatever it is, we must investigate the Western Woods as soon as I've completed the construction of the necessary equipment," said Dr. Notrub.
"What exactly have you guys been building down there? You worked on it all day yesterday," said Lydia. "I'm designing devices that are based on my F.I.R. technology as well as Dr. Grim's ghost containment system design that I stole from his lair. But we are racing against time. It's only been one day since we rescued Beetlejuice from Dr. Grim. If Dr. Grim is as ambitious as he is insane, he'll have spent day and night trying to figure out a way to control his creature captives. But have no fear. The devices are nearly finished," said Dr. Notrub.
"The doc's had some pretty nifty ideas for these special weapons we're constructing downstairs. Although, we probably wouldn't need them if I had my full powers," said Beetlejuice. "Well you don't, BJ. That's why you must try to refrain from using your powers unless it is absolutely necessary. You could exhaust the fraction of your powers we retrieved from Dr. Grim. Good thing the beetles you eat keep them from draining completely. Until we find Dr. Grim and get the rest of your powers, we must rely on Dr. Notrub's devices," said Lydia.
"You're right, Lyds," said Beetlejuice. "Aren't I always?" asked Lydia with a giggle. "Well, now that I think of it, you are. You've gotten me out of many situations before, Lydia and I'm grateful for that. Remember that time the skeletons in my closet got out? You helped me get rid of them," said Beetlejuice with grateful feelings in his voice. "Oh yeah. It's actually quite funny now that I think about it," chuckled Lydia. "Or that time we went on the Twenty-four Hour Gross Out game show?" cackled Beetlejuice. Lydia laughed.
"While we eat our breakfast, why don't you favor me with stories of your adventures in the Neitherworld?" asked Dr. Notrub who was chuckling himself. The three of them enjoyed their breakfast as Beetlejuice and Lydia reminisced about the good times they shared.
Meanwhile, down in the business section of the town, no one knew that trouble was brewing in the basement of an abandoned warehouse. A metal wire fence surrounded the warehouse. Nobody had even touched for they would have noticed that it had been electrified. For down in the basement, one of the greatest evil people in the world was concocting an evil scheme.
Sitting on a chair in front of a computer screen was a tall thin man with pale white skin. His name was Dr. Gothic Grim and he had a dream that would be everyone else's nightmare: to take over the world. Next to him was a glass orb that glowed with black and white light. The orb was actually a generator containing supernatural energy that he had stolen from Beetlejuice. He had used it to go to Beetlejuice's home world, the Neitherworld, and brutally capture a portion of the inhabitants. Now he had been figuring a way to use the power to control his new army.
Behind him, Mecha-Reaper, a hulking figure in a black cloak holding a scythe, watched him. Suddenly, Dr. Grim twirled his chair around and left it cackling, "That's it! I've got it!" "I suppose this means you've found away to use Beetlejuice's powers to control the Neitherworld creatures," said Mecha-Reaper. "Yes and no, Mecha-Reaper. The remainder of Beetlejuice's power can be manipulated to control the creatures but not on it's own. But if I can transplant it into a parasitic organism designed for mind control, I can do it," said Dr. Grim in anticipation.
"But where are we going to get an organism like that?" asked Mecha- Reaper. "Have you forgotten that I have expertise in the field of bioengineering as well as paranormal research? I'll create such an organism. An organism that can control the minds of all our captive ghosts, ghouls, and monsters with its abilities derived from Beetlejuice's powers. I have the necessary equipment to do it. If I get to work right now, I'll have the first one ready by noon,' said Dr. Grim as he walked over to machine that contained glass vats and beakers filled with strange chemicals. He began to work on the first phase of his diabolical plan.
He gazed over to a giant metal cylindrical capsule. He grinned. "Soon my army, I will unleash all of you into the world and it will become my own," chuckled Dr. Grim. His chuckle grew into his maniacal laugh that echoed throughout his laboratory.