A PURRFECT PAIR:

As the light returned to normal and the air cleared, Jamie heard the Doctor's voice. And it didn't sound happy.

"Something went wrong," said Doctor Stein.

"What do you mean? What went wrong? Let me out of these straps!" Jamie demanded in a rush.

The Doctor hurried to release Jamie, who jumped off the table and turned to the glass cylinder. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He hoped he wouldn't have a childish accident.

With a gurgle, the amniotic fluid began to drain from the cylinder.

"Where did . . .How did . . ." stuttered Jamie.

"I don't understand it. Nothing like this has ever happened before," said the Doctor, unable to explain the figure floating in the cylinder.

"And you had to start with me?" Jamie shouted.

"I don't know what it is."

"I do."

Now empty of fluid, the cylinder descended into the floor leaving the being within standing free.

"It's Myhr."

MYHRDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS:

Myhr turned his head to look his friend in the eye. "He's dead Jim."

"Of course he is. That's why we're all here."

"No, I mean he's really dead, Jim."

"That could be a problem. What should we do?"

"How should I know?" said Myhr, at a loss as to the proper formalities of a guest unexpectedly dropping dead in the midst of a party. It was highly inconvenient.

WORLDWEAVE:

The Casino Manager arrived. "Congratulations!" he said in a booming voice. "Which one of you . . ." he hesitated, eyeing the two men dressed as feline characters, "Gentlemen is our winner?"

Myhr and Vincent looked at each other then pointed, one at the other. "He is."

Confused, the manager stared at them. "This is not a hard question, guys. I'll need one of your social security numbers."

Vincent gave Myhr a trapped look and hissed in his ear. "I don't have a social security number!"

The Further Adventures of Myhr

by

Jacqueline Skalski & Marcia Lefebvre

THE GREAT COVER-UP

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!

"Jamie picked up his fork and tried to spear one of the ribs. His fork glanced off the leathery meat and bounced back, forcing him to duck out of the way. The only way he could possibly chew on the meat would be if he had Myhr's teeth. Immediately, he felt the tingle that precluded his alter-egos emergence."

OH SAY CAN YOU SEE

A trip to the optometrist has some unusual repercussions.

"Knowing escape was only a room away Jamie/Myhr picked up speed, then suddenly slammed on his brakes. There, in the waiting room, sat half a dozen biker types. Long hair, tattoos, black - studded leather and they looked meaner than hell!

MYHRPHY'S LAW

An overnight stay in the woods is not exactly a trip to grandma's house for Myhr!

"Ahh," sighed Myhr, "Modern facilities. Oh what a relief it is." Singing at the top of his lungs, he hurriedly opened the portal to the outhouse. His pants unbuckled, the sound of a 747 jet winding up for take-off hit him straight in the face. "BEES!!!!"

THE GHOSTS AND MR. MYHR

A haunted house, reporters and a larcenous nephew make for an exciting night for Myhr and his friends.

Myhr found himself using braille to make his way through the dusty labyrinth. One moment his feet were on solid wood, and the next they weren't. He slid down the laundry chute as if he were riding on a turbo-charged sled. "What a rush! I haven't played chutes and ladders since I was a little kid."

SO IT BEGINS

Myhr is thrown into a hostage situation with his crew workers.

"I saved your life, Myhr, that's what I've done," answered Bernadette sharply. "If you had been caught in the vortex when it closed, half of you would have been here and the other half would have been in a crack in the space-time continuum."

CATSPAW

Caught between worlds, Myhr struggles with the forces of good and evil.

Myhr's party began to make their way across the barren tundra, hoping the clouds would further cover their covert operation.