What is fright packed fun without a mad scientist attempting to become the new Prometheus?
The smoke clears and the creature rises. Through the final hiss of sparks and engines, we recoil in horror as we await the ghastly thing.
Recoil in horror? Yeah, right. More like have the Mother of all Cute Attacks, as Frankenstein's baby creature lumbers into view. I mean, look at it! Could there be a sweeter sight for Halloween night?
Get a lil' Frankenstein's monster outfit!