On this particular evening, Tommy Dawkins, also known as the Pleasantville Werewolf, was out on a stroll with his best friends Lori and Merton. The three of them walked through New York City, which was a far cry from the small, all-American town they hailed from. It felt weird to be out of their home State, but it also felt good. After spending years fighting demons, aliens, werewolves, vampires, mutants, renegade science projects and inter-dimensional beings, the three pals felt they deserved a vacation. Pleasantville, USA, can do without its three defenders for a few days...
"New York City is lit," said Merton J. Dingle, and Lori smiled at the pale, dark-haired nerd. Merton was looking at the bright lights of New York City like a real small-town dude and it was endearing. Lori had some traveling to Europe and the Caribbean prior to moving to Pleasantville, USA, so she was used to big cities. Merton looked like a total tourist, complete with a gothic-style Hawaiian shirt, black silk pants and sneakers. Tommy looked more casual in a green shirt, blue jeans and sneakers.
"It's nothing like Pleasantville, that's for sure," Tommy Dawkins said, and Merton grinned, then snapped a pic with his camera phone. Tommy frowned while Lori laughed. Even after all these years, the three best friends and Pleasantville Alumni knew how to push each other's buttons. After high school, Tommy Dawkins went to Stanford University, graduated with a business degree and then joined the National Football League, just like his hero John Elway. Lori graduated from the University of California, got a degree in economics, then opened up her own Dojo.
Merton J. Dingle, best friend of Tommy Dawkins and Lori Baxter, went to a fine university in Massachusetts and earned a Ph.D. in Astrophysics. He also authored a dozen best-selling books on the supernatural, largely fictionalized accounts of his adventures as a slayer of monsters. Merton still has an on-again, off-again romance going on with a certain female vampire whom he was supposed to have dusted, but that's a story for another time. Right now, the spiky-haired nerd, founder of the Gothic Fantasy Guild, is on vacation and loving it.
"Come on, guys, stop looking like total rubes, NYC is okay, Los Angeles is better," Lori said, and Tommy nodded in agreement while Merton scoffed. Merton had recently been to Los Angeles for his sister Becky Dingle's wedding. He hadn't been impressed with the City of Angels, a loud and smog-filled dump. Tommy, in an attempt at compromising, invited his best pals to grab lunch at the NYC chapter of the Hungry Bucket, his favorite fast food chain. How could Merton J. Dingle and Lori Baxter resist that? Tommy Dawkins, all-American werewolf and retired NFL player is serious about his chicken!
"Tommy Dawkins, I presume?" came a voice, and the three friends paused. They turned and found themselves facing a tall, dark-haired Caucasian man with a slick goatee, wearing an elaborate costume and cape. Tommy smiled, thinking that it was a bit early for Halloween. Lori tensed, sensing something off about the caped gentleman. Merton on the other hand reacted as though he were in the presence of a celebrity or something. The strange man snapped his fingers and then time basically stopped, as if someone hit the pause button.