"Mr. Noisy" is what the students called Professor Armond Scneller. That being so true, here he stood at the possible scene of some criminal act which wiped out a local family. Lucky for the Professor but Officer Cosby was sick and tired of waiting around for the Lab boys to return and pickup the evidence boxes.
Soon enough the Professor and Officer Cosby had the evidence box open and were milling through the contents. As luck might have it, Officer Cosby opened the long red velvet jewelry box as both men wowed the contents. The bright silver Medallion lay in all it's beauty. The bright blue stone in it's center seemed to roll with waves of blue and white.
Professor Schneller lifted the striking piece from it's box and held it in the air. "Precious, very precious, worth a King's ransom!" said Schneller.
Officer Crosby reached over and took the bright silver chain in his hand and quickly placed it about his neck. "What do you think, am I a King now?" he said in jest.
"I think not, at best you might be a good servant, but not the King!" chided Schneller with a laugh.
"Your right, I'm not kingly stock! A servant, I might be like that but standing here guarding this box of junk, I think I'm just a big junkyard dog, yikes!" said Officer Cosby as a jolt of Medallion power surged through him.
Professor Schneller looked on not wanting to get involved he stood watching the young Officer's hairline begin to droop down his forehead. Even as the young man groaned from the welling power running through him the Professor started to put the other items back into the evidence box.
"Get help!" moaned Officer Cosby as he lay on the floor. His eyes stared at the appendages he raised when begging for help. Fingers had tightened into a fist but were fast becoming paw like.
The Wilie Professor sat down to watch the show as the young Officer pleaded time and time again for him to call for help.
"Officer why should I call someone for help? Do you or I understand what has started this? No my young friend, you are changing into that big junk yard dog you mentioned, who would know how to stop this? I will be your friend and once you are a big junk yard mutt I'll keep you as my dog!" said Armond trying to show compassion in his odd sort of way.
Groaning as his dog canine teeth pushed out of their sockets the human teeth so well rooted he screamed and screamed. His clothes got limp as part of him shrank about the chest and his butt narrowed to be that of a dog.
Less than an hour had passed and the black, brown, and white spotted mixed mutt of part Pit bull part Irish Wolfhound stood before the Professor. Kenneth Cosby looked this way and that searching out the final changes till he stood panting before the Professor.
Shortly there after two men from the Police Lab came to remove the boxes of evidence. They asked about the Officer who was to guard the evidence and Armond told them he's walk down the street to get some lunch. At the telling of that lie the big mean looking mutt standing by the Professor looked up at him and let loose a mean growl.
Soon standing out front was the professor and his trusty friend. The Police truck pulled away with most but not all of the evidence which had been placed in the boxes. A scrub to his head from the Professor Ken jumped into the rear of the SUV and two new friends headed for the Professor's condo.