Trick or Treat, Pt 4.
By Jill Weber
Big Guy and Rusty characters owned by Sony and Darkhorse and are used without permission or intent to make a profit.
"We're doomed, Jenny," Dr. Axel Donovan moaned as he clutched his head in his hands. "These gremlins are going to cost us millions!"
The sienna furred simian put the cup of cappuccino down with exaggerated care. "Sir, there are not such things as gremlins," the monkey known as Jenny said.
"Dr. Lester keeps saying that gremlins are corrupting her databases," Donovan whined.
"Dr. Lester likes to believe in superstitions," Jenny said snidely. "It helps her deal with her own incompetence."
"Yeah, well look at this," Donovan shoved a sheaf of papers, folded open to the last page, over to his loyal assistant.
Jenny picked up the report curiously. "Hm… reason for experiment's failure… gremlins?" She flipped the pages over to the front one. "Dr. E. Slate?" she asked. "She must be pulling your leg."
"Has Slate ever shown any signs of having a sense of humor?" Donovan demanded.
'Well, she puts up with you,' was Jenny's first response. She killed the impulse quickly, though, and contented herself with shaking her head.
"I didn't think so. If Slate thinks there's something in this 'gremlin' theory of Lester's, then there probably is. After all, we've seen stranger things than gremlins, haven't we?"
Jenny couldn't argue with that. In fact, considering all the mutants, aliens, robots and monsters that they'd encountered, a few gremlins would fit right in. "So, what do we do?" she asked.
"I don't…" Donovan started. Then he sat up straight with a triumphant expression that frightened Jenny more than anything on the list of general weirdness ever had. Donovan with an idea was a terrifying thing. "I know, I'll have Dr. Slate devise a gremlin zapper! That should handle the situation!"