When they heard what Frankenstein was up to the town put up quite a ruckus. Anyone without a flashlight (and there were quite a few, as they hadn’t been invented yet) lit a stick on fire and called it a torch. Dozens of howling fire-bearers in jockey shorts hustled up to the gates of Castle Frankenstein and beat on the doors until the Doctor showed his face.

“There is no — ” he started to lie, but was cut off by the town Point Guard.

“Germany hasn’t won the gold medal in basketball in years and we hear you’ve got a seven-foot undead countryman up there. Can he come out and play?”

“You can’t…” The Doctor paused. “Wait, you want to what?”

“We want to see if he can slam dunk. We’ve never had a player who could reach the net without a step-ladder, and that’s illegal in the Olympics.”

Dr. Frankenstein kept most of his body braced behind the door, but poked his face out to stare at the jockey-shorted rioters.

“You don’t want to kill him?”

“Listen,” said the Point Guard, “we aren’t very tall and we don’t bathe often, but we’re very technically sound.”

The Doctor put a hand on his hip.

“I didn’t know there was a local basketball team.”

“Yes, advertising is difficult without moveable type. We’re buying a machine on lay-away, but all we have right now is the letter A, and eventually we get bored of stamping everything with the same vowel.”

“So you don’t want to kill my creation?”

“Heavens no! We want to kill that insipid American team that wins all the time. President James Monroe drives the lane like it’s his doctrine. It’s terribly frustrating. That’s why we need your giant. Let’s see him bowl over a man stitched together from the best German bodies available.”

The Doctor laughed nervously. “Here I thought you were coming to kill the Monster…”

“Monster?” the Point Guard exclaimed and looked back at the crowd. Their faces lit up in unison.

Another in the crowd cried, “That’s brilliant! We needed a team name.”

The Point Guard thrust his arm in the air. “Here’s to Frankenstein’s Monsters!”

Then the jockey-shorted peasants began pumping their torches and chanting, “Mon-sters! Mon-sters!”

Except in German.

John Wiswell writes short stories, novels, haiku, a pro wrestling column, and The Bathroom Monologues, a blog of daily prose that can be found at He can be found wandering his house, yelling at his imagination to shut up.

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  • Made me grin 🙂

  • Just goofy enough to make me giggle. Shame on me. ‘)

  • Magnificent! The team can’t get more than three points at once, but the story gets five!

    I must admit I am very partial to humorous pieces like this.

  • Clever and very funny.

  • monstewer

    Really enjoyed it and the last line made it for me–great way to round the story off.

  • Margie

    A good giggle is a great way to start the day off. 🙂 That last line is a gem! 5 stars from me.

  • Kate Thornton

    I loved it – made me laugh out loud!

  • Heather

    What a hilarious story! The bit about the Monroe Doctrine made this former history teacher snort coffee.

  • kathy k

    great fun, thanks for the laugh.

  • Sharon

    Nothing but HOOP! Hilarious!

  • Ha! “we aren’t very tall and we don’t bathe often, but we’re very technically sound” Dude, I love your writing.

  • Hilarious, and the last line was brilliant. Five stars.

  • Jen

    That was a really funny story.

  • Thank you all for the overwhelmingly positive response. I like to do absurd humor from time to time. It seems like there isn’t enough of it out there. It’s wonderful to use it to make you all laugh.

  • Paul A. Freeman

    Excellent stuff.

    So well written that as I read it the characters had outrageously over-the-top German accents.

  • Jim

    Nice amusing story. Congrats on the sale.

  • I forgot to mention my favorite bit – the comment about the flashlights! When I saw that, I had a pretty good idea of what we were getting into …

  • This made me smile also, the last line pushed me over the edge to giggling. Love your work, John.

  • Loved this. Really clever and I couldn’t stop smiling throughout the whole thing.

  • Hehe. Love it.

  • Arthur

    Ger — manic! Top marks.

  • “jockey-shorted peasants”… Thank you John, that image is going to haunt me all day.

  • Great stuff. Very, very funny.

  • Go Monsters! Loved it.

  • Peter

    ha, great story.

  • Nancy Wilcox

    Hysterical. I love it