Chainsaw time!
The producer was scared out of his mind.
He had seen it all; the carnage of at least ten bodies in his studio. He needed to get back to the directors tent to report what happened.
He ran like the little girl he was down the path. He heard a slight noise, and turned around slowly.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The Dough Boy stood, magically holding a chainsaw.
NRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!
The director screamed like a little girl, and ran for his life. He continued to scream, and the Dought Boy kept chasing.
"HEEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The Dough Boy caught up with the man, but the producer threw an innocent woman into the way of the Dough Boy's chainsaw.
Her torso was splattered and spread all over the area. She gurggled a bit before making her final exhale.