CRUMBLE-BLOOPER: Mandi and Molly Search for a Secret Entrance

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Mandi and Molly Search for a Secret Entrance


The wind whipped through the tall pocketed rock spires, creating an eerie flute-like noise. Molly drew in her fur jacket closer in around her neck as she peaked out over the edge of the pathway they were on, the dizzying heights making her squeal with fright and cling to Mandi’s leg even tighter.

“Careful, you’ll knock us both over,” Mandi warned, her long blonde hair whipping about in the wind as she ran her fingers over the cold rock, looking for a better handhold.

The wind howled louder, stripping Molly’s hat off her head.

“Ahhh, my hat!”

“Quick, grab it!” the director yelled.

Mandi reached down, but the wind plucked it away.

“Hurry, before it goes over the side!”

Mandi took a step forward, but the wind howled again, and Molly’s hat sailed over the side of the cliff, falling down like a feather into the snowy depths below.

“Crap!”

“I need my hat, its cold,” Molly complained.

“Do we have a spare?”

“Hang on, I’ll check,” the production manager said, running over to the supply tent.

“I told you we shouldn’t film this on location,” Mandi complained, placing her hands on her hips.

“Yes, thank you, that’s very helpful,” the director said, unscrewing the cap from some Pepto Bismol and drinking it straight.

Just then another gust of wind yanked Mandi’s hat off her own head.

“Ahhh! Grab it!”

Mandi fumbled for it as it sailed over the side, suffering the same fate as Molly’s had.

The production manager came back, holding the spare hat. “Now where’d her hat go?”

“Over the side!”

“Well, now we don’t have enough hats to film the scene!”

“How long will it take to get a new one?

“Two days.”

“Well, this is just great!”