Disclaimer: I do now own any of the original characters from the movie Ed Wood

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Cleaning the house on an ordinary old Tuesday, Kathy Wood suddenly heard the telephone ring. She put the feather duster, which she had been using down on the side table and walked over to the telephone table.

Kathy picked up the receiver and answered, "Hello?"

"Hello, Madam. May I speak to a Mr. Edward D. Wood, Junior, please?" The voice of a man asked.

Kathy nodded her head, "Certainly. One moment please." She put the receiver down gently and walked into the next room: The bedroom of her husband, poor film director, Ed Wood.

She looked down at the back of her sleeping husband and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Ed?" She asked. He felt her touch and began to stir. "Ed. It's the phone for you," She said, tapping him again. He turned to face her and stared up, sleepily.

"Who is it?" He asked, groggily.

Kathy shrugged. "I didn't ask. But he sounded important. Well... At least I think he did..."

Ed smiled up at her. "Well, if you say so."

Kathy smiled back and left the room to get on with her cleaning. Ed tossed off the blankets that he had been lying under, stood up, and stretched to reveal his attire of a lacy, pink, female nightgown. He yawned and walked into the living room.

He spotted Kathy busy with her feather duster. Not saying any words, she acknowledged his presence by pointing at the off-the-hook phone. Ed sighed and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" He asked, just as his wife had some minutes before.

"Edward D. Wood, Junior?" The voice asked.

"This is him speaking. Who is this?" Ed asked.

"My name's Howard Brinkley. I--"

Ed's eyes lit up and whatever sleep remaining in his body vanished instantly. "THE Howard Brinkley?" He asked excitedly.

Howard smiled to himself, somewhat annoyed by Ed's interruption, but very much used to it. "Yes. Based on your reaction, though, I'm sure I don't have to explain to you what I do. You're probably familiar with my work already, aren't you?"

"Am I ever!" Ed replied. "Why, you're one of my favorite film directors of all time! You were the one who made 'The Abigail Lindsay Story', you're the one who made 'Firehouse', you're the one who--"

"Yes. I know all the movies I've directed, Edward. I'm glad that you like them, but there's more to why I've called than just to hear you rave about my films."

Ed's smiled somewhat faded, realizing his mistakes. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Brinkley. I had no idea I--"

"That's just fine, Edward. No need to get crazy. Now, the reason I'm calling you is because I have a proposition for you."

"A proposition?" Ed asked, becoming excited all over again.

"Yes. I've uh... seen some of your work and frankly, I... I find it interesting."

"Ya don't say," Ed commented, amazed.

"And there's this project that I'm working on. It's a bit different from all the other movies I've done, so I thought that it would be great if you could assist me with some of it."

"Really? You want ME to help you? I... I'd be honored to, I mean--"

"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines that you'd write and direct the script for me, based along the basic ideas I have formulated."

Ed shook his head. "Golly sir, you've made my day," He said, grinning from ear to ear.

"So does that mean that you accept?" Howard asked.

"Does a lady's Stiletto pump come in three different shades of brown?" Ed asked.

Howard raised an eyebrow. "Does it?"

Ed nodded vigorously. "Oh, it does."

"Thank you, Mr. Wood. I knew I'd be able to count on you. I'll call you again tomorrow to discuss our plans further."

"No. Thank YOU sir. Thank YOU."

Howard smiled and hung up.

Ed removed the receiver from his ear and looked down at it, thoughtfully. He didn't notice Kathy come up behind him.

"What was that all about?" She asked from behind.

Ed snapped out of his trance and jumped from being startled. "Oh, nothing. Just that... THE Howard Brinkley wants me to write and direct his next film!" Ed said, happily.

Kathy's eyes widened just as Ed's had. "That's wonderful news, honey. I'm so proud of you!"

Ed simply smiled back at her. Then he took her hands in his and began to jump up and down excitedly. Kathy joined along, and they jumped together, like two excited schoolgirls.