Prologue- 1950

Twenty-four year old Jerry Lewis said good night to his partner and friend, Dean Martin, as he got into his car for the drive home to his wife, Patti. She would be excited to see him after so long and the new car would surely brighten her spirits even more. He had a smile on his face as he drove down the road. In a little more than half an hour, he would be back in his wife's arms.

That excitement crumbled when he ran into traffic. Everything was backed up. Jerry put the car in park and poked his head out, but could see nothing but cars for miles. He sighed, pulling his head back through the window. He wasn't going to arrive at home at the time he had planned.

Deciding he could do nothing more but be patient, Jerry turned on the radio. He could always find another route home, but traffic had already boxed him in from behind. His head swayed to the music, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. After a few minutes, he started to sing along with the songs.

Jerry turned the volume down when he saw a police officer up ahead, letting people know what was going on. When he made it to Jerry's car, he didn't react to the celebrity sitting inside.

"It's going to be quite a delay," the officer told him. He pointed up ahead. "There was a five car pile up near the bridge. You might be here all night."

"All night?!" Jerry asked. "I've got somewhere to be! Tonight!"

"Unless you can lift cars," the officer said quite rudely. "Ain't nothin' you can do." He headed off to continue his rounds.

Jerry glared after him then looked back forward with a sigh. It was a good thing he hadn't called ahead. He had planned on surprising Patti. At least this way she wouldn't be worried about his late arrival. In fact, at this hour, she was probably getting ready for bed. Jerry sighed again, wishing he could be there, with her lying his arms.

"Boy, time better whiz by!" Jerry said then turned off the car. He looked at the radio once as it went off with a couple of clicking noises. Brand new car and there was already something wrong with it!

He shifted in his seat to get more comfortable. If he was going to be here all night, he might as well get some much needed rest. He dozed off almost immediately.

So he didn't notice the bright flashes. The next instant, he and the car were gone.

Present Day

Artie sat in his office in the warehouse, going over paperwork. Paperwork of the last mission Pete and Myka had went on. They had managed to get the artifact here in one piece, but like always, a mess had been left behind. A mess the police were poking their noses into right now. A mess Artie had to clean up, hence the paperwork. This time tomorrow morning, there would be no more mess.

He looked up when the door opened. Pete and Myka walked in, followed by Claudia and Steve. Pete and Myka were arguing about someone's cooking. Steve stood off to the side, looking amused and Claudia planted herself at the computer, looking for a ping, no doubt. She hadn't gone on the last assignment, so she was a bit antsy.

"Can't you see that I'm trying to work?" Artie said, silencing the argument. Pete looked guilty and Myka gave an apologetic look. "And next time I send you-"

"Don't you think we know by now that getting whammied is a bad thing?" Pete asked, sitting down with Myka at the table. "Last week wasn't our fault."

"But it could have been avoided."

"We'll try harder next time," Myka said. "Promise." She smiled. It was typical Suck-Up Myka.

Artie didn't stay mad for long. They all knew what it was like to deal with artifacts. "It was out of your control," he said, waving it off. "These things happen." He turned back to his paperwork.

"Uh, guys, we've got a ping," Claudia said a few minutes later. She looked over her shoulder at them. "From inside the warehouse."

"That's never good," Artie said, getting to his feet immediately. How many times was something going to get in? He moved over to Claudia. "Where?" His eyes were on the computer.

Before Claudia could respond, Artie had already pinpointed the source and left the office. He didn't have to look behind him to know that everyone was following. If someone had gotten into the warehouse again, they would face it as a united front.

As they neared the source of the ping, they noticed bright flashes and crackles of electricity. Artie led the way around the corner and stopped at the sight before him.

A 1950s cadillac was sitting there. Smoke billowed from the inside and a man stumbled out, hacking. The smoke cleared after a few minutes and they easily recognized the man standing there.

Jerry Lewis.

"H.G.'s time machine works better than she thought," Pete murmured from behind them.

TBC...