THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME CHAPTER THREE



"We will raise a family, A boy for you, a girl for me, oh dammit all, here comes Chuck Woolery." sang the cameraman. Mr. Woolery glared at him. "Greetings, boss. I bet you're wondering about the outfit. I can explain it.. er, what happened was.. I'm fired, aren't I?"

"You bet." said Mr. Woolery.

The cameraman shrugged. "Oh, well. That's show business." he declared. "One minute you're up and the next, you're down. Farewell, citizens of Bayville. Parting is such sweet sorrow, but rest assured I'll never forget the little people! And now I bid thee, adieu!"

Mr. Woolery shook his head as he watched the cameraman leave. "Good help is so hard to find." he muttered.

"Um.. Mr. Woolery? I was just wondering, when I'm going to play this game?" Jean asked timidly.

"It's always about you, isn't it Jean? Well, what about MY needs?" fumed Mr. Woolery.

Jean shrank back in the chair. "I'm s-sorry." she stammered.

"Well you should be and wait a minute! Who's running the camera?" Mr. Woolery wanted to know.

"Lemme-do-it! Lemme-do-it!" a boy with silvery hair called from the audience.

"I'm don't think that's really neccessary.." began Mr. Woolery. He didn't have time to argue though, because the boy had already grabbed the camera.

"Way to go, Pietro!" cheered Freddy.

Pietro flashed his pearly whites. The ladies in crowd all swooned. "Isn't he dreamy?" asked one.

"Thank-you. I-am-wonderful-aren't-I?" Pietro smiled and began filming himself.

Mr. Woolery folded his arms. "The camera is SUPPOSED to be filming the stage!" he hissed.

"Why? I'm-not-on-there!" Pietro said.

"Where did I go wrong?" Mr. Woolery moaned.

"Um, sir, about this game.." Jean's voice trailed off.

"Not now!" Mr. Woolery snapped. "I'm busy trying to think of a way to get Broadway Boy back. Anything is better than that egomaniac down there!"

"Welcome-to-the-Pietro-show! All-Pietro-all-the-time." announced Pietro.

"Listen here, kid! I'm not a bad man, I'm really not.." Mr. Woolery pleaded. "So why don't you just point that camera and me and behave, okay?"

"Today-we're-going-to-interview-a-sample-group-and-find-out-which-of-my-perfect-profiles-the-ladies-prefer-my-luscious-left-or-my-radiant-right." Pietro informed the audience.

"That's it! I try asking nicely, but does he listen to me? Noooo... I'm a Professional Game Show Host and I will not be made a mockery of by some punk teenager!" Mr. Woolery roared as he began chasing after Pietro.

"Oh-what-fools-these-mortals-be!" taunted Pietro. "You-can't-catch-the-Mighty-Maximoff!"

"I can sure as hell try!" snarled Mr. Woolery. Pietro skidded to a stop, flashed an 'L' for loser and then sprinted off, camera in hand.

"All right, Pietro! That rocked!" Freddy laughed. The audience joined in.

"This is not happening.. this is not happening.. this is waahh!!" Mr. Woolery wailed.

"MR. WOOLERY! STOP YOUR BLUBBERING RIGHT NOW!" Jean barked.

Mr. Woolery stopped crying and stared at Jean. "But.. that cameraman.. and that crazy kid.. and the laughing.. and.." Mr. Woolery started to say.

"Get another camera, find someone to film, and sit down and shut up!" Jean ordered.

"But.." protested Mr. Woolery. Jean's eyes flashed with anger. "Er, yes ma'am."

"Now, that's more like it." said Jean. She looked at Mr. Woolery who was quivering before her. 'I could get used to this.' she thought.