Preamble: After reading Musicman93's treatment for a revival of Joe Ruby & Ken Spears' 1978-80 Fangface series, I was inspired to turn to ol' Fangs for my next story. Only in this case, in keeping with the usual format, we'll keep things a little more, ah, real. All characters in the story, save for original characters created by ye scribe, are copyright Ruby-Spears Productions/Warner Bros.. =================================== Prologue: Setting: May 1985, five years after the series ended. It was supposed to be the happiest of days for Ben "Biff" Barker and Kim Summers. Childhood sweethearts who had graduated high school & college together, and spent their off-time solving mysteries with their friends, Patrick "Pugs" Gorcey and Sherman "Fangs" Fangsworth, whose lycantropic alter-ego, Fangface, was the gang's not-so-secret weapon on cases. Right before graduation, Biff had popped the question to Kim, and now, a year later, they were about to be married. Except for one small detail......... Biff had asked Fangs to be his best man, despite Fangs' lycantropy. Sherman had moved to suburban Arizona with his nephew, Shane, formerly known as Fangpuss. Shane, now approaching his sixth birthday, had been afflicted with lycantropy since birth, and his parents decided to leave him with his uncle Sherman, who enrolled him in school. Essentially and effectively retired from crimefighting, Sherman & Shane would lock themselves away at night 3 nights a month under the full moon. Sherm had begun dating his psychologist, Dr. Tamara Clayton, who was 10 years his senior. Tamara was interested in the study of lycantropy, and offered to help Sherman address his condition. Through mental conditioning, Sherm learned to break the mental blocks that triggered his change any time he saw a picture of a full moon, something that normally wouldn't happen to a werewolf. Getting a better understanding of werewolf lore enabled Sherman to create an underground bunker where he & Shane would hide out under the full moon. Two months prior to the wedding, Sherman had gotten his invitation, and gained the courage to ask Tamara to be his date. Because it was a week before the full moon, he was sure Shane would be safe with a babysitter. ================================== "I'm telling ya, Biff, yer makin' a mistake invitifying Sherman to be here." Pugs was helping Biff with his bow-tie three hours before the wedding. Still distrustful of Fangface after all this time, he was afraid if the werewolf did appear, he'd have to run for cover. "Sherm called a half-hour ago.", Biff said. "He and Tamara are stuck in traffic en route to the church." "How can that idiot go anywhere when all he needs to do is see a picture of the moon, and Fangface shows up?" "Not anymore. Sherm said Tamara helped him break that mental barrier." "I'll believe it when I see it." ================================== Sherman finally made it with a half-hour to spare, and introduced Tamara to Pugs & Biff. Shane was left with a sitter, and so he wouldn't be staying for the reception. It looked as though the wedding would go without a hitch. But just before Reverend Marcus Chandler could declare Biff & Kim married, the stained glass windows of the church broke all at once, and a wild pack of coyotes crashed through the church. "Dear God in Heaven!", Chandler exclaimed. "Is nothing sacred anymore?" "Of all the times where we need Fangface, and we can't summon him!", Kim thought to herself. "Do you have any holy water, reverend?", Sherman asked. "Of course, lad. But one vial won't be enough." "Maybe not, but it's the only chance we've got!" Sherman grasped the glass bottle in his hand, and locked eyes on his target, the pack leader, whose red eyes meant he wasn't a coyote at all----and he was hovering over Tamara! "Back off, hairy scary!", he exclaimed. "Have a drink on me!" Sherman hurled the stained glass bottle, and nailed the creature square in the eyes. The contents made the coyote burn, forcing it to run, leading the pack out of the church. Once the coyotes were gone, the detectives surveyed the damage. Of all the parishoners, only Tamara had been wounded. Her throat had been cut. "You're a hero, Fangs!", Kim exclaimed, impulsively hugging her friend. "But...how did you know what to do?" "The pack leader wasn't a coyote, Kim.", Sherman explained. "He was a werewolf." Tamara was rushed to the hospital. Luckily for her, she hadn't lost too much blood. The scratches, though, on her arms gave Sherman cause for concern. And, then, he noticed the same thing------on Kim. "You need to have that looked at, Kim.", he said. "You don't suppose.......!" "We can't take chances, honey.", Biff replied. "Rev. Chandler is on his way here to finish the ceremony. We'll have the reception here, too, if need be." The ceremony was completed in the community room of the hospital the next day. Pugs was beside himself with anger. "How could this possibly happen?", he wondered. "Maybe Tamara & I shouldn't have come.", Sherman mused. "I may have saved the day, but it's my fault those coyotes and the werewolf were even here." "A werewolf wearing the form of a coyote to lead the pack during the day.", Biff noted. "What could it possibly have wanted in broad daylight?" Six nights later, Biff got his answer. He & Kim went on a double date with Sherman and Tamara in the Arizona desert, and Sherman had suggested that, for safety's sake, the women would be kept in the bunker with him & Shane. "I hate to sound like Pugs this one time.", Biff said, "But you are out of your mind, Sherman." "Am I? The full moon rises tonight. If my hunch is right, our fair ladies will have a new look that neither one should have!" Reluctantly, Biff agreed to have the girls spend the night in the bunker with Sherman & Shane. "Are you really certain about this, Sherm, darling?", Tamara asked. "Positive, babe. It's for our own good." Just after 7 pm local time, the moon rose. Even though they weren't directly exposed to the moonlight, Sherman & Shane began to change. Shane's cage began to rattle as Fangpuss took control, wanting to escape, but, as usual, to no avail. Fangface looked to his left, then his right, to see Kim & Tamara make their first changes, as they, too, were now werewolves. Biff & Pugs could hear the chorus howling underground. "I can't believe it!", Pugs exclaimed. "Fangs was right! The girls have been wereified!" "Dear God.", Biff thought. "My wife is a werewolf. What do I do now?" =============================== What indeed?