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he sure didn’t like it now! Still , he thought, it’s nice to be treated like a star for once.

    â€˜OK, Grave,’ said Brutus, checking a clipboard. ‘First up is the scene where you run through a glass window.’
    Zac nodded. No worries! Bet they pre-shatter the glass so it only looks like you’re breaking it , he thought.
    â€˜Then,’ continued Brutus, ‘you’ll wrestle Bessie.’
    The entire set went silent as Brutus led Bessie in on a massive silver chain. Bessie was a wild black bear!
    In a lame attempt to make her look friendly, someone had tied a pink bow around Bessie’s neck. It didn’t work. Bessie’s lips were peeled back in a snarl, giving Zac a perfect view of her big, white fangs dripping with gloopy spit. Great.
    Spy school didn’t cover wrestling black bears . But if Dave ‘Grave’ Danger can do it, so can I, figured Zac.
    He quickly glanced at his watch, and grimaced. It was already 8.31am!

    Zac desperately needed to keep going with the mission. But if he told the crew he wasn’t Dave ‘Grave’ Danger, they’d call security. And Zac didn’t want to mess with those androids again.
    Then he had an idea. He let out a high-pitched scream.
    â€˜Where is the lemon-flavoured orange drink and brownies I asked for? I cannot work under these conditions!’ He tossed his head and pouted. ‘I WANT to go back to my dressing room RIGHT NOW.’
    Zac was stacking on his best impression of a celebrity tantrum.
    And when I’m back in Grave’s dressing room, I’ll sneak off, Zac thought.
    The crew just stood and watched Zac’s tantrum. No-one seemed surprised.
    â€˜OK, Grave,’ said Brutus. ‘I get it.You’re too scared to wrestle Bessie.’
    Too scared ? I’m not too scared, Zac huffed to himself. I’m just too busy! But he couldn’t go back to the dressing room now.The next quickest way out was to just wrestle Bessie and then make a run for it.
    â€˜Forget the brownies,’ said Zac sulkily.
    Brutus lead Zac over to a thick piece of glass. On the other side, he could just make out the blurry shape of Bessie standing on her hind legs, flexing her claws.
    â€˜Quiet, please,’ called a voice. ‘Roll camera – and – ACTION!’

CHAPTER SEVEN
    CRACK!
    Zac smashed into the glass window at top speed. Glass showered down around him.
    Cool! he thought. Now to wrestle Bess –
    WHUMP ! Bessie landed heavily on Zac’s back, growling dangerously. It was like being hugged by an especially loving aunt – who’s hairy and stinks of salmon.
    Suddenly Zac remembered something his grandma had told him.

    Or was that alligators? wondered Zac. His grandma tended to talk a lot.
    Either way, now was the time to try out her advice!
    Zac grabbed Bessie’s slobbery muzzle. The enormous bear gave a ‘humph?’ of surprise. Then she let go of Zac! She rubbed her snout and looked hurt.
    â€˜CUT!’ yelled the director. ‘Not bad, Grave. But you need to look…braver. Let’s do it again.’
    Zac shrugged. Surely it wouldn’t be long until he could sneak away… ‘ACTION!’ bellowed the director.
    Zac ran towards a second sheet of glass. But before he got there, the director yelled out, ‘CUT!’
    What now? thought Zac, frustrated.
    â€˜There’s a hair on the camera lens. Let’s go again.’
    Now Zac could understand why it sometimes took a whole year to make a movie! After every take, a new sheet of glass had to be brought in. Bessie’s fur was brushed and Zac’s make-up touched up.
    Precious time slipped away. 9.12am. 10.43am. Soon it was midday!

    â€˜OK, let’s break for lunch,’ called the director at last.
    â€˜I’ll be in my trailer!’ Zac answered, disappearing into the shadows.
    The back of the studio was a jumble of camera equipment, lights and dusty old sets.
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