"Prattfall..."

"Prattfall..." Part XX

"Prattfall..."

Disclaimer: Would Joss want his name associated with this? I think not...But anyway all BTVS characters remain the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...Though his brother Mort gets nothing...

Archived at the Normalverse page of the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.buffyrebecca.com...

Summary: As you know I leave the "Pratt" to the Whedonverse, except for this one little bit...

In early 30's Hollywood Spike offers advice to a distant relative...

Part XX...Conclusion...

Whoa...Spike stared, jaw dropping...

Mon Dieu...Florey, fuming a bit, but likewise overwhelmed...

A proud Jack Pierce regarding the stares at his greatest creation...Beaming...

"Say..."Bela Lugosi's heavily accented voice from the adjacent chair.  He heavily made up in some cross between a green-skinned version of the future Wolfman of Universal fame, Chaney's Hunchback of Notre Dame, and Mr. Hyde.  Staring as well at his seated companion... "That'd keep my Dracula up nights.  Do I look like that?" he tried to peer at the mirror...

"Is it good...?" Pratt's voice from beneath the make-up...

"Good's not exactly the word, Bill..." Spike stared at the Monster.  A greenish-skinned, flat-topped, scarred nightmare from Hell...And I mean that as a former resident...Complete with the neat touch of two false electrodes protruding from its neck...

"Thank God...I don't..." Lugosi, sighing.

Indeed, thank God...Spike thought.

Well, what do you know?  My first prayer in 51 plus years...

Interesting...I don't seem to be burning or having my tongue rotting out...

"Holy!..." Laemmle's voice from the doorway.  Gasping at the sight...Jumping back a bit...

Best not to press my luck...Thank the Powers that Be...Spike thought.

Fort now tapping at the door...Glancing over...

"Brought a little old footage if you'd care to see..." he announced, beaming at Pratt...Lord, this is in the bag.  "Just to show how Bela looks in action.  We can compare with Bill here..."

"Yeah, sure..." Laemmle, still open-mouthed, staring at Pratt...

Oh, this is too easy...Fort's beaming smile to Spike.  A clearly beaten Florey darkly frowning at both...

"Boys?...Carl?...What's up?  I've heard tell about some make-up tests... " Whale's booming voice choked off at the sight.

"Dear God...!!"

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Paramount...Dru and Groucho, followed by the other brothers had joined the arguing Zeppo, Raymond, John and the newly arrived producer...

"But..." Ray began.  Staring at the self-sacrificing nutcase before him...

"Really, I don't want to make trouble..." Dru gave Zeppo a bright look.  "If Mr. Marx and his brothers feel they should have a more experienced actress, naturally I'll step aside.  For the greater good..."

The producer sighing with relief.  One hassle at least ended quickly...

"Nothing personnel, kiddo..." Groucho patted her. "But we've given Zeppy here our full authority..."