4. Sabrina the Teenage Witch
150 words
"Coming through! Watch it!" The indignant voice came from the black cat Methos almost stepped on.
"Oh, no!" Methos had had enough. He'd been to Chicago, Roswell, and Sunnydale, and had put up with enough in those cities. He wasn't putting up with a talking cat that was trying to get into Joe's! Not in Seacouver, haven from the supernatural and otherworldly!
He scooped up the cat. "Go back to your masters!" He tossed the cat out the door.
"Hey!" Salem protested. "I was going to pay for my drinks…somehow."
As the cat left Methos' hands, the scene changed around him. Methos turned and stared into the bar. The interior of Joe's Bar now resembled a tavern…from the eighteenth century.
Methos whirled around and glared down at the cat standing on the stoop. "You swallowed a time ball! You idiot!"
"Uh-oh!" Salem turned tail and ran for it.
