Read The Hollywood Mission Online
Authors: Deborah Abela
When Max's dad said studio, what he really meant was a mini city with streets, parks, shops and giant, hangar-type buildings where all the filming took place. The streets bulged with cars, shops, film sets, couriers, security guards and all manner of people rushing around in all sorts of outfits.
âWatch out, Max.' Linden pulled her out of the path of a small open car as it zoomed past with important-looking people. This was followed by a slow-moving stretch limousine and a guy on a bicycle.
Max brushed herself down. âThanks, Linden.'
âGotta watch the roads here,' her father warned them. âJust because people are famous doesn't mean they know how to drive.'
âDoes it always take this many people to make a film?' she asked.
âSometimes more,' her father said as he led the way past a newspaper stand and a pretzel cart. âOurs is actually one of the smaller productions here at the moment.'
âDoes Steven Spielberg work here?' Toby spoke up from behind.
âSometimes.'
After they'd left him at the restaurant the night before, Toby had used the Matter Transporter to
arrive in Max's room. Knowing she couldn't send him home because her dad was expecting him the next day, she begrudgingly let him camp on her floor. Far, far away from her bed. Early in the morning he left, and despite Max hoping he'd end up in the outer regions of Mongolia, he met them in front of the studio gates at exactly 7 a.m.
Her father's film set was like a giant warehouse that had no end. Lights hung from thick steel rods that disappeared against the blackened ceilings. Backdrops as tall as buildings with paintings of towns, mountains and deserts were being wheeled around on trolleys that made it seem the world was moving. Sound swirled from all directions. Max felt as if she'd been dropped into some underground world where everyone went about their business like ants, each completing their own job with precision and pace.
After her dad introduced them to a few crew members, Max, Toby and Linden met another man.
âAnd this,' her father said, putting his arm around a podgy, short man with superlong side-burns, âis Raychik. One of the best editors in the business and one of the best lasagne makers I know.'
Raychik let out a wheezy cough.
âNice to meet you,' Linden said, even though he wasn't so sure.
Raychik offered them a grunt and hoisted up his drooping trousers before walking off into the darkened recesses of the studio.
âI bet the last time that guy smiled was when he had wind as a baby,' Linden joked.
âDon't worry about him,' Max's dad reassured them. âHe is one of the nicest people in the business.'
âIf he's one of the
nicest
,' Toby scoffed, âI think the dictionary's got a lot of explaining to do.'
Max could feel her body tense when her dad laughed at Toby's joke.
Her dad moved away and started talking to a woman with a clipboard.
âListen, sponge brain,' Max snarled at Toby. âYou're only here because I have no other choice now that you've invited yourself into my dad's film. If I had my way, you'd be sitting on the farthest side of the galaxy dodging asteroids. While you're here, don't talk to me, don't get in my way and,' she added with particular force, âdon't tell my dad any more of your stupid jokes.'
âDon't worry, Max, I'll make sure your dad likes you better than me.'
Max fumed, partly because Toby was being mouthy but mostly because he'd guessed exactly
what she was thinking. His being near her physically was bad enough but she definitely didn't want him going anywhere near her brain.
âAs if my dad would like you better than me,' she laughed, trying to sound convincing. âJust stay out of my way and don't do anything that's going to attract attention.'
Max turned and ran straight into a clothes trolley. She clung to the fluff and sequins on the costumes as the trolley began a one way crash course through the studio.
âMax!' Linden ran after his friend and tried to stop her but it was too late: Max and her runaway trolley ran smack into a ladder that started to sway like a tree that had just been sawn through.
âTimber!' joked Toby.
The ladder came crashing down, leaving the guy at the top swinging from the thick black curtain he was repairing. Crew members flew into action to save him but the curtain started to tear and the whole thing ripped like a ship's sail in a storm. He landed in a black cushioned heap beside Max, and even though she knew it wouldn't do any good, she said it anyway. âSorry.'
It was then she noticed the entire crew had stopped what they were doing and were staring at
her. At times like this Max wondered if she was too young to volunteer for an extended stay on the international space station.
âOkay, everyone,' the woman with the clipboard announced into a microphone. âFilming starts in twenty minutes.'
Instantly everyone went back to work.
âYou okay?' Max's dad asked her.
Apart from wanting to trade herself in for a kid who wasn't a complete disaster, âSure,' she answered quietly.
âGood. Carla will take care of you and show you what you're going to wear.'
A woman with a hair wrap and a long colourful gown led them into a darkened corridor to the wardrobe department. She handed them each an outfit. Max took the frilled dress with the bustle and feathered hat and knew that, after the damage she'd done, she had no room for complaint. âThanks, Carla.'
They were to be three rich kids from the late 1800s in New York. Toby and Linden got into their suits and laughed as they tried to out-posh each other.
âAs impossible as it may seem,' Toby whispered, âthat dress suits you even more than your pink one.'
Max ignored him as she sat before a well-lit mirror and the last of her make-up was applied. A voice yelled into the room, âPlaces everyone.'
Suddenly actors and extras came from everywhere and spilled onto the staging area. Max lifted her skirt and stared at the studio, which had been transformed into an early morning in 1876. It was amazing. As if she'd been transported straight into â¦
âOuch!' A man in a dark suit knocked her in the head with his cane and walked off without noticing.
âThese were rough times. Especially for women,' Toby said knowledgeably as he polished his hat with his gloved hand.
âThey'll be especially rough for you if you don't stay away from me,' she warned.
âAction!'
The scene bustled to life as hundreds of extras milled around her. Cameras moved along tracks called dollies while others swung over their heads on cranes. After a few minutes of this, Max's dad called, âCut!'
It was then arranged that more specific movements would be filmed. A man with a baseball cap and a tragic moustache called to Max and Toby.
âI want you, little girl, to stand beside this shop. And you,' he looked at Toby, âwhen I give you the nod, you sneak up and kiss her.'
Max fumed at a few things; being called âlittle girl', the idea that Toby had to kiss her and lastly, the fact that Linden thought it was so hilarious. She was about to protest when everybody was told to take their places and âAction!' was called again. Max stood by the shop window. The guy then nodded and Toby did as he was told, only when he went to kiss Max, she was so repulsed she pushed him away and he fell through the shop window. There were screams as actors sprang back from the fallen pane.
âMedics!'
People from the first aid area raced over and checked Toby out. They fussed over him and asked him questions to make sure he was okay. The glass had fallen out in one solid piece and apart from a red mark that was developing on his cheek where Max had hit him, he was fine.
âDoes your boyfriend know what happens when you're kissed?' Toby rubbed his cheek and looked towards Linden.
âHe's not my boyfriend,' Max replied.
âAh, Max?'
It was her dad. She'd been in America for only a day and she'd already managed to prove to him that she was an oafish, useless, muddle-headed, dim-witted idiot. As Max lifted her long skirt and dragged herself over to her father, she felt the crew's scowls circling her like a pack of hungry vultures.
âMaybe you and your friends should have a break and get something to eat from the canteen.' Her dad suggested with a gentle smile.
The woman with the clipboard screamed, âTen minute break till we fix the window.'
The three young actors made their way outside as Toby and Linden talked about the window stunt.
âThat was pretty impressive,' Linden said. âI thought you'd be cactus after a fall like that.'
âI do judo. You learn how to fall without hurting yourself.'
As the two new friends talked about stunts and favourite films, Max slumped along behind them, while from out of the darkened wings, a blackened figure stared at her. He watched Max's every move as a small cough escaped from his broad, wheezy chest.
Although she was nervous, Max surprised herself and most of the crew by finishing the rest of the day's shoot without breaking anything â or anyone.
âWhere are we going now?' Toby asked excitedly.
âI'm going home with my dad, while you can â'
âGood work, kids.' Max's dad walked up to them. âToby, you right for a lift?'
Before he could answer, Max butted in. âHe was on his way to meet his parents.'
Linden thought he saw Toby's smile slip.
âWe'll see you for the shoot in three days then, eh!' said Max's dad.
They said goodbye to Toby and walked to the car, where they sank exhausted into the leather seats.
âThis film business is hard work,' Linden sighed as the driver manoeuvred the car onto the busy LA streets.
âLinden, Max, I have a surprise for you.'
âA surprise?' Max sat forward.
âHow about a ski trip to Aspen?'
âI'm in,' Linden offered.
âBut your work â¦' Max began.
âThat can wait. My little girl's visiting.' Max's dad handed her a brochure of a snow-covered
chalet-style hotel. âThis is where we'll be staying. You used to love skiing when you were little.'
Back in her bedroom, Max and Linden flopped onto the bed just as Toby did another appearing act. âThis is the best trip I've ever been on. I never knew hanging out with you could be so much fun, Max.' He saw the ski brochure. âAre we going skiing?'
That was it. Toby had been getting on Max's nerves ever since he first arrived in LA but now she'd had enough. âI think you've forgotten, this is
my
family reunion and
my
life, and even though you've found yourself in the middle of it, it has nothing to do with you.'
âOh, Max.' Toby put on a hangdog look that had
faker
written all over it. âAnd there I was thinking our relationship was finally starting to blossom.'
Max narrowed her eyes and got ready to let him have it as Linden peeled a banana he'd picked up from a fruit bowl and settled in to enjoy the show.
âWhat I'd like to know is who said you could make your home on my planet?' attacked Max.
Toby's smile spread across his face like warm honey. That was more like it. âScientists call it comingling of the species. Lesser life forms learn from
more intelligent ones, which means you've still got a lot to learn.'
Linden took another bite of his banana and swung his head back towards Max as if he was at a tennis match.
âAnd to think your mother went through all the pain of childbirth just for you.'
âAt least when I was born my mother had something to celebrate.' Toby grinned.
âMaybe her tears of joy were really tears of despair.' Max smiled wickedly, but Toby wasn't beaten.
âAt least they had no trouble telling I was a boy.'
Linden smiled and turned again to Max. For an instant he thought he saw her falter but she came back more strongly than ever. âDid it take you long to have that thought or did you have it shipped in specially?'
âIt popped into my brain. That's a small grey organ you may not be familiar with.'
âI know what a â' but Max's response was interrupted by a knock at the door.
âMax, open up. It's Ben and Eleanor.'
Ben and Eleanor! They couldn't know about Toby, at least not until Max had worked out an explanation for how he'd appeared there. âComing,'
she shouted in a slightly too-sweet voice as she shoved Toby towards the wardrobe. âGet in there,' she hissed.
âYou really don't take losing very well,' Toby struggled to say as he was being forced into a pile of white, fluffy dressing gowns and spare blankets.
âIn case you've forgotten, no one knows you're in here,' Max answered. Then she added forcefully, âAnd I didn't lose.'
She slammed the wardrobe door before giving the nod to Linden to let her uncle and aunt in.
âWere we interrupting something?' Eleanor inquired as she stepped gingerly into the room.
âNothing I can't tell you about later,' Linden joked as Max shot him a prickly glare. âI mean, no.'
Eleanor wasn't convinced. She passed a quick eye over the room before making her way to the lounge and taking out her palm computer.
âHow was your day?' asked Max, doing a terrible job of trying to appear normal.
âInteresting,' said Ben as Eleanor logged on. âWe met with Harrison to show him the new Time and Space Machine, but we were interrupted by Steinberger who had some disturbing news about a mission.'
âA mission?' Max perked up at the word.
âAnd lucky for us, it's here in Hollywood.'
âWhere's Harrison now?' Max asked, keen to see the head of Spyforce again.
âHe returned to London to organise the logistics of the plan,' Ben explained.
Steinberger appeared on the screen of the palm computer. âMax, Linden. How good to see you again and how lucky you're there. Here at Spyforce, we've uncovered a fiendish plot within the film industry and we'd like you two to head the mission to stop it. In fact, with Ben and Eleanor there to offer backup, we couldn't think of a better team for the job.'
Linden shot Max a sideways smile she quickly returned.
âWe're not sure of all the details yet and will be in touch in a few days to tell you more,' Steinberger continued. âWe do know that someone within the movie industry is using the studios for evil means and we need you to find out as much as you can about how the movie business works and who the big movers and shakers are. Which isn't a bad job. I love the movies. Why I even â¦'
Suddenly Steinberger seemed to be gasping for air.
âSteinberger? What's wrong?' Eleanor watched
as the agent grabbed his chest and tried to suck in great clumps of air. âSteinberger?'
She was about to contact other Spyforce personnel to help the ailing agent when the reason for his discomfort appeared on the screen.
âHello, Steinberger.'
It was Frond, the head of the Plantorium at Spyforce. Using only plants for her ingredients, she could make any potion from invisibility cream to anti-sag buttocks lotion and was the only known cause of breathlessness in Steinberger apart from a good bout of jogging.
âI got here as soon as I could.' She noticed the palm computer and pushed her rose-shaped glasses along her nose. âOh, you've made contact already. Hello, everyone.'
âHello, Frond,' breathed Eleanor, relieved that Steinberger's heart wasn't giving out on him after all. At least not in the way she thought.
Unable to speak, Steinberger stared at Frond as her long, red lab coat swirled beside him and her hair rose above him like a miniature Tower of Pisa.
Ben whispered to Linden, âHasn't he told Frond how he feels about her yet?'
âNot yet.' He shrugged.
Ben's eyes widened. âWe used to take bets on when he was going to tell her. Looks like I lost by about five years.'
âWe'll get started straightaway,' Max told a breathless Steinberger.
âBye, everyone,' Frond answered.
Eleanor shut down the palm computer.
âWhat should we do about Aspen?' Max asked.
âYour dad told me about that. It's very important that we do nothing that seems unusual,' Eleanor instructed. âWhich means going skiing as planned. While you're there, listen out for anything about the industry that may give you clues as to what is happening.'
âWhat should we do first?' Linden moved to the edge of the lounge excited about the idea of another mission.
âThe pact,' Ben said decisively.
âThe what?' Max asked incredulously.
âThe pact,' Ben repeated. âYou know, where we all hold â'
âHands. I know,' Max sighed.
âLinden told us how you do it before every mission,' Eleanor added.
âDid he?'
Linden smiled broadly as he took Max's hand
and one by one they each swore to look out for each other always.
A sound from the wardrobe sent Eleanor's head turning in that direction. Max's brain was alive with a million excuses she could use to get out of the questions that were about to flow, but all Eleanor asked was, âHow's Toby?'
Max frowned. âSorry?'
âToby? Your friend from school?'
âGood.' Max had been ready for almost any question except that one.
âGood,' said Eleanor, but Max could tell she knew more than she was letting on.
âHave a great trip and we'll see you when you get back.' Eleanor kissed them goodbye and Ben gave both their heads a rub before they left Max's bedroom.
When the door closed, Toby leapt out of the wardrobe wearing a long, oversized gown. âA mission? How great will that be?'
âIt's for us, not you,' Max said abruptly.
âYou know, anyone would think you didn't like me, Max Remy.'
âWould they now?' she fumed.
âYeah. Lucky we know otherwise.'
He noticed a piece of fluff on his gown. âHey,
Max, I think you've dropped your brain.'
âWhy don't you â'
âOh, Max?'
It was Eleanor. Max booted Toby under the bed with a firm shove just as the door swung open and Eleanor walked in.
âI also wanted to â'
âYes?' Max asked a little too eagerly.
Eleanor stopped. âI wanted to let you know Quimby is getting a mission pack ready for you both for when you return from the snow.'
Quimby was the Spyforce inventor who equipped spies with special devices for each mission.
âExcellent. Quimby's great, isn't she? Always one step ahead.' Max knew she was rambling but found it hard to stop. âSpyforce sure is lucky to have her. In fact, I don't know what they would do if â'
âWe'll be ready to start the mission the moment we get back,' Linden stepped in.
A moment passed.
âThere's nothing going on that we need to know about, is there?' Eleanor asked.
Linden thought fast. âFrom what Steinberger told us, I think there probably is. We'll do our best to find out all we can while we're away.' He looked
earnestly at Eleanor as Max sat on the bed, her lips glued together for fear of what might come out.
âRight.' Eleanor turned and narrowly missed stepping on Toby's hand as she left.
Max locked the door. Toby stood up and brushed himself down. âBoy, that was close. You were nearly caught that time. You need to be more careful.'
âMe be careful? It's your fault I'm in trouble in the first place. If you hadn't stolen the Matter Transporter â¦' Max was so angry she hardly knew what to say first.
Until it came to her.
âI want you to go home. We're about to go on a serious mission and we can't afford to have anything or anyone mucking it up.'
âAre you serious, and miss all this fun?' Toby laughed again.
âI mean it,' Max said pointedly.
Toby eyed her with a determined stare. âBut what about your dad? He'll get suspicious if I don't turn up to filming.'
âI'll tell him you're busy. And besides, what about your parents? Won't they be worried?'
âDoubt it.'
âWhy's that?' Linden was curious.
âBecause they're in Austria.'
Max was stumped. âAustria?'
âThey're heart specialists and were asked to go there to help with research.' Toby shrugged. âIt's no big deal. I live with Aunt Mable who's eighty and lets me do whatever I want. She thinks I'm staying with friends.'
Linden stared. âDon't you miss them?'
âMy parents?' Toby pulled his gown around him. âThey'll be back.'
âWhat about school?'
Toby grinned. âAunt Mable's eyesight isn't great without her glasses, so a note'll be no problem.'
Max felt bad about Toby's parents just leaving him like that, but if she let him be part of the mission, she could be kicked out of Spyforce.
âYou still have to go.'
Toby paused. âNo.'
This was as good a stand-off as Linden had ever seen. It was the gunfight at the OK Corral, the lion eyeing off the gladiator, the crew about to mutiny on
The Bounty
.
Max had to get Toby out of there. âDon't you think you've caused us enough trouble already? Then again, that's all you are, Toby Jennings.
Trouble. From the moment I met you you've been nothing but a major nightmare to me and the only way my life is going to be anything other than miserable is if you disappear from it completely.'
Toby looked hurt. âYou really mean it?' he asked softly.
âYeah, I mean it,' she said, not so forcefully this time.
âOkay.' Toby dropped his dressing gown to the floor and made his way to the middle of the room. âSee you, Linden. It was fun hanging out with you,' he said sadly before turning to Max. âBye, Max. I'll give you this when you get home.' He held the Matter Transporter towards her. âI never meant to cause you any trouble.'