I love this show. I can't wait until it comes out on DVD. I don't own any part of it, but if it was offered, I would take Artie and the warehouse. Please read and review!


Artie lifted his glasses up and rested them on top of his head. He rubbed his eyes before replacing them on his nose. Nothing had been going on. The computer has been scanning for days with no result. Artie knew that Myka and Pete were bored, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had even considered making something up just to get rid of them for a few days, but that idea didn't last long. He still remembered what they did after he told them both separately that they were in charge, but to let the other think they were. They told him that they had used his beloved car as a place to throw a bomb before it went off. They even presented him with the stereo. They had thought it was hilarious. The more Artie thought about it, the more annoyed he was that they had fooled him so easily. Maybe, he mused, he needed to get back at them. He just needed to figure out how. After a few minutes, an idea came to him. He smiled and, using the Farnsworth, called a friend. It took a minute before a woman with dark hair and a deep tan answered.

"How are you doing? I heard about Nathan. I'm sorry."

Allison smiled. "Thank you. He is missed. How are you?"

"I'm fine, just keeping busy. Listen, I have a request to make," Artie said. He explained the situation.

"And," Allison said, "What do you need from us?"

"Could you make it interesting for them?" Artie was hoping that he could get them to help.

"We would love to help you. Just leave it to us. We will take care of everything."


Myka and Pete came into Artie's office. The Warehouse was quiet.

"You have something for us?" Myka asked.

Artie smiled. "As a matter of fact, I do." He held up a piece of paper and Pete took it. "They have been having problems with windows breaking spontaneously. People have been getting hurt."

Pete's eyebrows raised a little and Myka looked concerned. Myka took the paper from Pete and read it quietly.

When Myka finished reading it, she looked up and asked, "Do you know what is causing this to happen?"

Artie thought he was going to explode. "No, I don't know what is causing it. It is your job to find out."

Myka took a step back from Artie, watching him carefully. "Are you all right?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I guess I am a little tired." He lifted his glasses on top of his head and he rubbed his eyes. "Just don't take too long." He laid his head on his desk and closed his eyes.

Myka looked at Pete and they headed out. After they left, Artie sat up and set his glasses back on his nose. He hurried to the door and opened it. The hall was empty. Artie smiled and went back to his desk and waited.


Pete and Myka got off the highway. Myka decided that she really hated Pete's taste in music, and Pete never wanted to spend that much time in a car with Myka.

They drove down a long road and into a town called Eureka. It looked like a nice small town. Pete parked the car, and they both got out. As they walked down the sidewalk, a man in uniform walked up to them. It was the sheriff. As he approached them, he stuck out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Sheriff Carter. Can I help you?"

This was new. Normally they weren't met right away by law enforcement. They looked at each other before Pete shook Carter's hand.

"Hi, I'm Pete, and this is Myka. We heard what was going on and got curious."

Carter stared at them for a moment before responding. "What is going on? Did I miss something?" He seemed to be confused.

Pete looked at Myka. He wondered what was going on. Was this a put on? As Sheriff Carter was still staring at them, Pete continued to talk.

"We had heard that windows were breaking spontaneously. Just blowing up…." Pete trailed off. He wasn't sure if this was the wrong town, or just a put on to save face.

Carter looked confused for a moment before a light seemed to come on.

"Oh yeah, that." The way he said that, you would think that sort of thing happened all the time. Carter stood and picked at paint that was peeling off a bench.

"Yeah, we heard about that. So what can you tell us about what is going on?"

Carter, still picking at the bench, didn't answer the questions. "So," he said, "how did you hear about the windows?"

Myka decided to join the conversation, as she had just seen a window shatter with great force, sending pieces flying. The people walking didn't even break stride. "A friend told us."

Carter stopped picking at the bench. He seemed to be paying attention to them now. "Oh really? What is your friend's name? Maybe I know this person."

Myka's mouth opened and closed several times before Pete stepped in. "Do you have a place in town where we can stay?"

Carter smiled. He seemed to ignore that his question was not answered. "Yeah, just down the street." He pointed out a building near the end of the street.

"Thanks," Pete said and guided Myka back to the car. As they drove away, Sheriff Carter waved at them.

"What was that? I don't think that has ever happened."

Myka felt uncomfortable. She didn't know what was up. Sheriff Carter seemed to know them and what they were doing there.

"Pete, did you get the feeling that he was playing with us?"

Pete looked at her. "Yeah, and it seemed like he was enjoying it. Come on, let's go."


Artie jumped when the Farnsworth went off. He hurried over to his desk and opened it up. He hit the button, and answered. "Hello?"

"It's Allison. So far it is going good."

Artie rubbed his hands together. "Thank you my dear. I hope it all goes as planned."

Allison smiled. "I hope so too. Sheriff Carter had a lot of fun with it. He is still grinning."

"I hope he is having fun. Do you think they are suspicious yet?" Artie was worried about that. He didn't want them to figure it out too soon.

"No, they don't seem to realize yet."

"And I hope they don't before it is too late! Thanks Allison."

She smiled. "No problem Artie. I will keep you up to date."

She ended the call and Artie walked into a backroom. He needed something to do. He opened a recipe book and started making cookies.


Pete and Myka walked into the Inn. A woman stood behind the desk. She smiled as they walked up. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, we will need a room."

The woman grinned ear to ear. "That's wonderful. Are you on your honeymoon?"

"No," Myka said loudly.

The woman pushed her glasses further up on her nose. "Oh ok." She leaned closer to Pete and Myka. "We only have one room left, and it has only one bed."

Myka took over the situation. "Do you have a roll-away? Or a cot or something?"

The smile fell off the woman's face. "I'm sorry, but we only have the one bed. We have a convention in town. You should have called a head and made reservations," she scolded.

Pete sighed. He knew Myka wouldn't like this, but what could they do. You never knew how long it could take to find the artifact and if wasn't today, they would need a place to stay for the night.

"Ok, we'll take it."

The woman smiled. "Ok. Fill this out."

Pete grabbed the form, filled it out quickly and handed it back.

"Thank you dear. And how will you be paying for the room?"

Pete smiled and pulled out the credit card that is given to Warehouse personnel for just such a purpose.

The woman's face fell. "I'm sorry dear. We don't accept credit cards."

Myka and Pete looked at each other and started digging through their pockets. "If we don't eat," Myka said, "we can do this.

The woman beamed and took the cash. "Thank you and here is your key. Have a nice day!"

They took their luggage up to the room, which was small, very small. They both stopped to look at the bed, which Myka wished the woman had said it was a double. Myka looked at Pete, who cleared his throat, and looked back at her.

"You can have the bed." He didn't look at all comfortable with the situation.

"Actually," Myka interrupted, "I was thinking we could alternate nights."

"Sounds like a plan. Now, let's go out and find out what is going on." They locked the room on their way out and headed out to figure out what was going on.


As they walked down Main Street, they saw Sheriff Carter talking to a dark hair pregnant woman. Pete decided to see if he could get anymore information from the sheriff.

"How are things going?"

Sheriff Carter stared at him for a moment as if trying to place the face. After a few minutes, his face lit up like a child on Christmas Morning.

"Hey! How are you doing?"

"I am doing well. How are the windows doing?"

Carter grinned and stuck his hands in his pockets. "They are doing well? Did you get a room?"

"Yeah, we got the last one left. She said something about a convention."

Carter snapped. "Darn. Sorry, I should have told you about that."

The woman punched Carter on the arm and stepped forward, extending her hand. "Hi. My name is Allison Blake."

Pete took her hand. "Hello. My name is Pete Lattimer and this is Myka Bering."

Allison shook Myka's hand as well. "So, what brings you here?"

All of a sudden, a window shatters, pieces flying across the street. Pete pointed across the street. "That is why we are here."

The two people looked at each other; they seemed to be trying to think of what to say about the window.

Myka looked disturbed. "Does that sort of thing happen a lot? I only ask because no one ever stops what it happens."

Carter rocked on his heels. "Nope. Anything else?"

Pete shook his head. "No, that is about it."

"Well, I have to go. Have a good day." Allison walked away.

Just then, Carter's pager went off. He pulled it out and looked at it. "Well, I have to go to. Crime waits for no man." He turned and walked away.

Pete turned to Myka. "These people are so weird."

"I know," Myka said solemnly.

"Let's go and figure this out real quick. I don't like the feeling of this town. I think it is more than meets the eye."


Carter and Allison stand around the corner watching, trying not to laugh. Allison took a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"They must thing we are either all crazy, or that this happens all the time."

Carter looked around the corner again. "Either that or they might think we are setting them up." He looked serious.

"I hope not," Allison said. "This is too much fun. I will have to ask Artie how long he needs us to do this. Well, I need to set up the next part."

Carter started to walk away when Allison stopped him. "I just wanted you to know that I think you are doing a marvelous job."

Carter didn't respond, but took a moment to bow before walking out of sight.


Pete and Myka were headed to a place called Café Diem when they saw Allison come out. They stopped and waited for her to walk away before they headed in. A cheerful cubby man stood behind the counter.

"Hi, I'm Vincent. Can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Pete," and pointing at Myka, "This is Myka."

"Hi. Welcome to Café Diem. Can I get you anything?"

"Sorry, the Inn cost more than we thought it would."

"Then how about something on the house?"

"That is very kind of you Vincent. Can we get a menu?" Myka asked.

Vincent shook his head. "Sorry, we don't do menus. If you can tell me about it, I can make it."

A young blond woman behind the counter snorted and shook her head. Vincent shook his head at her and she headed into the back.

Pete looked at Vincent. "I could go for a BLT. Myka, what do you want?"

Myka smiled at Vincent. "What would you recommend?"

Vincent blushed. "How about a nice tuna salad?"

"That sounds wonderful." Vincent moved back behind the counter to make the food. While he was gone, Pete turned to Myka.

"He seems nice enough. What do you think is causing all of the problems?"

"I don't know, but I wonder if it is something to do with sonic waves or perhaps…" Myka was cut off by the Café Diem window shattering, sending pieces out into the street.

Myka and Pete spent sometime interviewing people that had been near the window. No one saw or felt anything weird. The strange thing was that no one had a problem with any of Artie's questions. Most of the time either of them asked the questions, people either walked away before they were done, or asked why they asked the questions. Some of the questions were kind of weird.

Allison, Carter and Henry watched from a distance.

"Can I ask why we are doing this? It seems a little juvenile," Henry asked.

Allison smiled. "Artie said that they pranked him, and he wants a little revenge. It is all harmless fun."

"And how did they prank him?" Henry didn't seem like he was having all that much fun.

Carter turned to him. "They handed him his stereo and told him they blew up his car."

Allison shook her head. "He loves that car."

"Nice car?" Now Henry seemed interested.

"Oh yeah," Carter asked, "Do you remember that little red convertible that we were all drooling over last year?"

Henry's eyes opened wide. "That is Artie's car? It is a nice car." Henry stood in silence for a few minutes. "Well, since it is a nice car and they did tell they blew it up, maybe a little revenge is a good idea. What do you need me to do?"

The three gathered close together and whispered.


I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. I hope to update soon!