Frogged

What else is there to talk about?

So let's say that you know for certain that you are being talked about in a secret meeting and you know exactly when and where that meeting is taking place. Wouldn't you press your ear against a door and try to listen in? The wizards are clearly hypocrits bullying a defenseless apprentice. There ought to be a law! ... Anyway, now Tweeb is a frog.

Nothing To Do

Time Flies

The nicest thing of all about magic is that when you are bored you can always make another monster. Apparently this monster's only purpose is to suffer then die. It's the perfect subject for comedy.

Character Vignette: Professor Toad

Professor Toad

Professor Toad is not the result of some magical accident or dreadful curse. He is, in fact, a toad and proud of it. He teaches the apprentices magic in the meanest and most unfun way he can. Most apprentices would rather skip his lectures, even Pip (the little green apprentice).

Professor Toad grew up in a humble swamp and never really fit in with the other tadpoles. His family disapproved of his pursuits in magic and haven't been in contact with him since he left. Professor Toad thinks back fondly of the swamp but has very bitter feelings towards his friends and family. That said, he will always be proud of his toad heritage.

The Doctor Is Not In

Yes I can read your mind, but that doesn't mean I care

Honestly, I don't think Tweeb needs a psychiatrist nearly as badly as the Wizard does. Oh, and if you don't know what a psionicist is, you've come to the right place to learn: It's called the Internet. I recommend you open and a new tab and Google it yourself! ... Oh fine, I'll give you a link: PSIONICIST

The Transmutator

Another problem solved

If only all of the classics rivalries could be solved like this. Instead of Jews and Muslims fighting throughout the centuries, there would be a peaceful nation of Juslims. Tom and Jerry would be Jom and Terry. Country and Rock and Roll would give way to the new sounds of Crock and Croll....

NOOOO!!! Don't do it! I was wrong! Forgive me my mad ravings! It was supposed to be a thing of peace, not monstrosities!

Give him a hand

Hand-me-downs

You have to hand it to the wizards, they make very handy monsters. Handsome too.

Everyone Loves Hats

Tweeb's Carefree Afternoon

What better way to deal with an endless army of workaholic brooms than an endless army of homicidal axemen (made of axes)?