This is really a silly idea, but its present in such Twilight Zone intensity that it sort of works. In China Town Count D runs a most odd pet store. Oh it has the usual bundles of joys, but in the back of the shop are the special pets. Things that can grant your heart's desires. Trouble is that each pet comes with strings attached and a contract that says the store takes no responsiblity if the owner breaks a condition of ownership.
They always do.
The owner is a rather odd duck. His name is Count D, and he's an emo goth type with a flying bat bunny and a sweet tooth. He drives one cop right out of his mind cause he's SURE that he's some sort of super criminal rather than just the humble seller of dreams that might come true.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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