35 - A Shocker on Shock Street by R.L. Stine - (ebook by Undead)

he—he—”
    Dad leaned closer. Behind his eyeglasses, his brown eyes were cold. His face
set in a troubled frown.
    “ Do something, Dad!” I pleaded. “Marty is hurt. He isn’t moving. He won’t
open his eyes. The studio tour was so awful, Dad! Something is wrong.
Something is terribly wrong!”
    He didn’t reply. He leaned closer.
    And as his face came into the soft light, I saw that he wasn’t my father!
    “Who are you?” I shrieked. “You’re not my dad! Why aren’t you helping
me? Why aren’t you helping Marty? Do something—please! Where’s my dad? Where is he? Who are you? Help me! Somebody? Help me AAAAAARRRRRRRRR.
Help MRRRRRRRRRRRR. Dad—MARRRRRRRRRRRRRR. DRRRMMMMMMMMmmmmm.”

 
 
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    Mr. Wright stood staring down at Erin and Marty. He shook his head unhappily.
He shut his eyes and let out a long sigh.
    Jared Curtis, one of the studio engineers, came running into The House of
Shocks. “Mr. Wright, what happened to your two kid robots?” he demanded.
    Mr. Wright sighed again. “Programming problems,” he muttered.
    He pointed to the Erin robot, frozen in place on her knees beside the Marty
robot. “I had to shut the girl off. Her memory chip must be bad. The Erin robot
was supposed to think of me as her father. But just now, she didn’t recognize
me.”
    “And what about the Marty robot?” Jared asked.
    “It’s totally down,” Mr. Wright replied. “I think the electrical system
shorted out.”
    “What a shame,” Jared said, bending to roll the Marty robot over. He pulled
up the T-shirt and fiddled with some dials on the back. “Hey, Mr. Wright, it was a great idea to
make robot kids to test the park. I think we can fix them.”
    Jared opened up a panel on Marty’s back and squinted at the red and green
wires. “All the other creatures, and monsters, and robots worked perfectly. Not
a single bug.”
    “I should have known there was a problem yesterday,” Mr. Wright said. “We
were in my office. The Erin robot asked about her mother. I built her. She
doesn’t have a mother.”
    Mr. Wright tossed up his hands. “Oh, well. No problem. We’ll reprogram these
two. Put in new chips. They’ll be good as new in no time. Then we’ll try them
out once again on the Shocker Studio Tour, before we open the park to real
kids.”
    He took the Marty robot from Jared and slung it over his shoulder. Then he
picked up the Erin robot. He tossed it over his other shoulder. Then, humming to
himself, he carried them to the engineering building.
     
     
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