"Emil Petaja - Dinosaur Goes Hollywood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Petaja Emil)

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"Doc groaned.
 " `Get them, Doc!' I yelled in exasperation. 'They all think it's part of the show! They think it's a
studio prop, built for use in the movie, and lumbering around as an advertising stunt!'

"STILL groaning, Doc stepped out "of the car, pulling me with him.
" 'We've got to get further in, through this crowd!' he yells. 'But how?'
" 'Follow me!' I tells him. I wasn't a football tackle nine years just for fun.
"It wasn't long before we were in the dress circle.
"We gave the dinosaur a close-up look.
" 'A brontosaurus!' Doc yells delightedly.
" 'Yeah?' is my comment. 'Well, he is beginning to look irritated. I don't think he likes Hollywood
night life. Nobody seems to have been hurt yet, but—'
"Doc's dinosaur did look peeved. His flabby lips drew back in a snarl, showing his teeth. He sort of
bristled up on his hind legs, like a walking mountain, and his snaky neck darted from one side to the
other.
"Se still headed for the theatre, shaking the earth as he shambled along the little flag-laden parkway in
the middle of the wide boulevard. Right across from his great shadowy bulk was the theatre entrance,
blazing with light.
"There, under a flower-banked canopy were the stars of Back To The Dawn, Dorothy LaMarr and
Stanley Smoosh, dithering into a microphone.
"Suddenly, as I glanced around, I heard a lot of commotion off to one side. Then Brindell van
Hastings' fat torso pushed out of the sidelines, followed by a flock of cameramen and props carrying
cameras and flood-lights.
"Brindell van Hastings was one of Hollywood's ace flicker men. He was producer-director of the
premiere opus. He yelled and gesticulated at his men.
"They propped up their sound cameras and flood-lights, and went to work, under his orders.
"There were about half a million other cameras snapping and blinking up at Doc's brontosaurus, too.
Reporters, newsreel men, and amateurs. No wonder the dino was annoyed.
"He unclamped his jaws, slavered, and uttered a thunderous squeal. Then he lumbered over and
dumped one of the cameras, sending the cameraman sprawling.
" 'You big baboon!' Van Hastings yells, shaking his fist up at him. He whirled on his men. 'Get all this
action, you nincompoops—or I'll chop you!'
" Jock!' Doc Greylock yells, pulling my arm. 'You start wheeling the Time-Net out, and set the cable
up around him, while I go and enlist the aid of the police!'
"So I started carting the junk out of the station wagon, shoving bystanders aside.
" 'What's up, Bub?' the guy with the red-head asks importantly, grabbing my arm.
" 'Listen,' I tells him. 'That dino is on the level. And if you and this whole bunch of boobs knows
what's good for you, you'll blow!' There upon I socked him for being so familiar.
"Things commenced to happen thick and fast after that.
"Word spread around that the dino wasn't a fakus, and before long the whole mob was bleating and
milling like a herd of sheep.
"It was my last trip. I wheeled the Doc's gadget ahead of me like a kiddie-car. The monster started
cleaning up.
"I heard a shrill feminine shriek. It was Dorothy LaMarr. Her dress was gold, and shone fit to knock
your eyes right out through the back of your head.
"I wouldn't know whether the dino liked that or didn't like it. Anyway, he made a sideways grab at
her with one of his slow-moving nippers—the size of a steam-shovel scoop. ,
"I was too far away to do anything. Not that I would have anyway. Who but a dope wants to pick
on a walking mountain?