Frankenstein was sitting in the audience of the Junie Munie Show. He loved her show and loved her. He loved her for all the tiny scars she had from various lifts. The show had a comedian doing the warm-up. He wasn’t a funny comedian. That’s why he was doing warm-ups instead of having a series. On top of that Frankenstein didn’t have a sense of humor but did have a temper.

The SWAT team got him down and shackled. The EMT got the comedian in the ambulance. The producer got an idea.

“Junie Munie, look at this tape of the warm-ups. We could do a makeover show with this guy”, he told her.

Junie Munie watched Frankenstein in action and got tingly all over. Wow, she thought. She was close to wetting her pants.

They sent Frankenstein to the Plastic Factory in Hollywood. They assembled the best team of surgeons and technicians to work on him.

“What are we going to do about this flat head?’, one of the doctors asked.

“Well, we could use silly putty and get him a good wig”, one of the techies replied.

They replaced the pegs holding his head on with countersunk stainless steel screws. They did wonders with the scars around his hairline. Naturally, they botoxed him. Super botexed him. They put some rubber bands around his joints to loosen him up.

The voice coaches took over then.

“No, no, for the last time, no! It’s not, ‘ I Frankenstein, who you?’ It’s, ‘ I’m Frank N. Stein. Who are you’ Got it?”

“Yes, me got it”, Frankenstein answered.

“No, no, for the last time, no! What are you, stupid?”, the voice coach said as his breathing was getting cut off.

“Up! Up! Up on your toes!”, the ballet instructor was yelling.

Frankenstein wasn’t too happy with the ballet lessons. Learning to move gracefully appealed to him but the music sucked. What he really hated was the tutu. It was tutu tight. The ballet instructor thought the same thing about the grip Frankenstein put on her throat.

Finished, Frankenstein was taken to the studio. Junie Munie almost wet her pants. This guy was terrific. He was just too perfect. He was going home with her after the show.

The show was going well. Frankenstein walked out gracefully and took a seat next to Junie Munie. He gracefully complimented her on her show , her clothes, and her looks. Junie Munie really wet her pants then. She couldn’t wait until the show ended.

Then he started to melt under the hot lights. The top of his head slid off to one side and fell onto his shoulder. The rubber bands expanded causing his arm to start twitching, almost knocking Junie Munie off her chair. She thought this was wild.

The warm-up comedian, recovered from his injuries, thought it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. He laughed until it hurt. Frankenstein, who had no sense of humor, picked the funny guy up and stopped his laughing.

He didn’t stop his hurting.