Help us finish a story by adding your own ideas. It's simple. Each month, we'll begin a new story.
Help complete this month's Writers' Block, which is a twist on Robert Louis Stevenson's "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."
Each day this week, read where the story is going and send in what you think should happen next.
The Strange Case of Dr. Peters and Mr. McGoo
Lauren was not thrilled when her dad announced his State Department job was relocating them to Istanbul in Turkey. She loved her life in Perth, Iowa, where she had sleepovers and pool parties with her junior high friends. She didn’t want to start a new life in another city, much less another country.
Months later, Lauren and her father moved into a brick townhouse on a quiet street in a quiet part of Istanbul. During their first week there, her father accepted an invitation to join their next door neighbor, Dr. Reginald Peters, for afternoon tea.
Dr. Peters was a medical scientist who was obsessively trying to develop a drug to treat hyperhidrosis (excessive sweating). "I've always been a sweater,” he told Lauren and her father as he poured each of them a cup of Earl Grey.
“In secondary school, my nickname was the Abominable Melting Snowman,” he added jokingly.
Lauren immediately liked Dr. Peters, with his kind eyes, warm smile, and long silvery hair that touched his slouchy shoulders. She would visit him every Sunday afternoon for tea. He would tell her fun stories about his travels and update her on the status of his research.
One Sunday, however, Lauren knocked on Dr. Peter's front door and was surprised when he didn't answer...
|But after fifteen minutes, Dr. Peters finally answered.
"May I come in for some tea," Lauren asked.
"Sure," he replied, "but you must leave early.
"Why?" Lauren asked.
"Because I have to work late today."
Lauren thought that was strange because Dr. Peters always told her that he only worked in the morning.
Lauren finished her tea and left. Then she did her homework and went to bed. But she couldn't stop thinking about Dr. Peters...
|Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Lauren got out of bed, went downstairs to get a flashlight, then slowly and cautiously jumped out of the first floor window.
As she crept to Dr. Peter's house, she was careful not to keep the flashlight on. Once she got closer, she felt a strange sensation. She didn't know what was coming, but something sure was.
Lauren was about to peer into the window when she thought, "This is crazy. Obviously like he said, he has to work. But, I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a peek."
So, very slowly she stood up on her toes and looked in. At first she saw no one. But then she saw the rocking chair moving. She figured Dr. Peters must be in it.
Then the chair stopped rocking. And instead of seeing Dr.Peters, she saw something with a green body that looked like some sticky substance. The thing also had the strangest white eyes, which were looking straight at her
|Lauren barely stifled a scream. The thing stood up slowly. Lauren quickly hid behind a bush.
The thing poked its head out and asked in Dr. Peters voice, "Who's there?"
"Dr. Peters?" Lauren replied, not even thinking of the possibilty of a trap.
The thing jerked its head around at the sound of her voice. "Lauren?" it called again.
Lauren came out from behind the bush. She looked at the thing and asked, "What was the nickname the kids in secondary school gave you?" She was testing him. Or it.
The thing chuckled. "The Abominable Melting Snowman," he replied.
Lauren wanted to shout with joy. It was the real Dr.Peters! But something was definitely fishy.
"What happened?" she asked him.
|"Well, I mixed two chemicals together and I turned ooey gooey," he responded.
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes! Go to the store and get some baking soda, anchovies, and lemonade."
"O.K," Lauren said before taking off
|"Baking soda, anchovies, lemonade. Baking soda, anchovies, lemonade," Lauren repeated under her breath.
She was panting in her kitchen, searching the cabinets and fridge as fast as she could.
Baking soda was easy...and lemonade was, too. But anchovies?
"Oh, bother anchovies," Lauren sighed.
She found a can of tuna. "I hope this works," she said.
Then, she was off to Dr. Peters' house again. When she got there, Dr. Peters was just as gooey as ever. He thanked her and began to mix the ingredients together, but when he put it on nothing happened. Well, unless you count...
"AAACHOOO!! I'm allergic to tuna!" Dr. Peters cried.
"Wait! I have one last idea!" Lauren yelled as she ran to the garage.
|"What can I find that will do as a substitute for anchovies?" Lauren asked herself.
She looked through the toolbox, the boxes on the shelves, and all the other junk in the garage. Lauren began to lose hope when, suddenly, she heard a loud scream coming from Dr. Peter's house. She ran inside and there was Mr. Peters, more gooey and worse looking than ever.
"What happened, Dr. Peters?" she asked.
"Apparently, the tuna combined with the chemicals in this goo are giving more horrible side affects."
Suddenly, his eyes turned red, his teeth sharpened, and his nails grew very sharp. "I'm gonna get you, little girl!" Mr. McGoo yelled.