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Part One: Merton Wants a Girlfriend



I'm Tommy Dawkins, a senior at Pleasantville High. I'm the football team's quarterback, am popular with the ladies, and, oh yeah, I'm the Pleasantville werewolf. But I'm not evil like all other werewolves; I beat up bad guys. But enough about me. This story is really about Merton J. Dingle, my pasty-face friend who's president of the Gothic Society. Good ol' Merton always looking for a girlfriend. After having more his fair share of weird relationships--he's dated a witch, a youth-sucker, a werewolf slayer, a vampire, and was even impregnated by an alien--but he's never let that discourage him.

One night, Lori Baxter, Merton, and I were hanging out at the Factory, a local hangout, not really doing much of anything. Lori and I threw a few games of bowling and I played a couple of videogames, but otherwise, nothing was going on. Then this beautiful girl walks in. Reese Witherspoon beautiful. Myself, I would've loved to go after her, but Merton decided to first. He's my best friend, and I decided to respect that. For all I knew, they could've hit it off. Of course, I was wrong. Merton went up to the bar and as he was talking to her, she got up and left. He came back to our table sadly, but being the proud person he is, pathetically attempted to act like nothing happened.

"Yeah, she isn't really my type anyway," Merton replied smoothly as he sat down.

"Hey, don't worry Merton, the right girl is for you is out there somewhere," Lori told him cheerfully, hoping it would cheer him up.

"Yeah, just wait and see," I added. Then Lori and I got up to get our drinks.

"I don't want to wait," Merton groaned to himself.

"Maybe you don't have to," a voice said from behind him. He turned around to see a strange woman. She was blonde and had an otherwise friendly face, but was wearing torn, brown rags. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry, but I couldn't help but overhear you, and I think I have a solution. There is this sort of time machine that will allow you to have a girl of the future, guaranteed."

Merton thought this out carefully for about a second. "Take me to your machine!"

What happened next is according to Merton. Merton followed this woman to an alley behind the movie theatre where there was this large thing covered in tarp. The strange lady removed the tarp to reveal a large machine. She started flipping switches and pushing buttons, and it made noise as smoke started billowing out of it. Soon, a very pretty girl with brown hair with colored streaks in it and with--you won't believe this--gills right above her chest stepped out. She was wearing some kind of grey uniform, too, with two flaps right above her chest flipped up. She looked around at Merton and the woman. Merton ran right up to her.

"Merton J. Dingle, your boyfriend," he introduced himself. The girl stared at him and gave him a look.

"Yeah, right. The only human I like is Harlan Band, and you're not him," she replied, and Merton groaned. "How did I get here, anyway?"

Merton pointed to the strange lady. "I'm Brelma," she said. "I must apologize. I must have made a mistake in calibrating my machine. It'll take me an hour to fix."

"Did anyone ever tell you that you look familiar?" the girl asked.

"I must just have one of those faces," Brelma replied.

"Can I atleast know your name?" Merton groaned, clearly disappointed that even the future was against him.

"I'm Suzee," she answered. "I need to get back to the Christa, but I guess if I'm stuck here I'd better make the best out of it."

"The Christa? Like a space ship?" When Suzee nodded obviously, he asked, "You're not from anywhere near two-thousand two, are you?" Suzee shook her head no. "Well, you're right. We should make the best out of this. You want to go to the local hangout, act like you're my date..." Merton trailed off.

"I have nothing better to do," Suzee admitted flirtatiously, linking arms with Merton as they walked off together.

Meanwhile, Lori and I had had no idea where Merton had disappeared to. We were shocked when he returned with Suzee. Her hair was wild, she was beautiful, and she had gills. Merton sure knew how to pick them. Merton came over and introduced us to her, but we couldn't stop staring at her gills. She flipped down the two flaps above her chest to cover them up.

"My face is up here," she said sternly. Lori and I looked up, embarrased.

"Sorry," we both apologized meekly.

"So, Merton, where'd you find her?" Lori wondered.

"Hey, Suzee, why don't I go get us our drinks?" Merton asked Suzee, ignoring Lori. That's when we knew something was up.