In Professor Bungle, I truly thought I had a friend fur-ever, until he fitted my time-travel collar. 'Buster, ' he told me confidently, 'one squeeze of this golden clasp will send you travelling in time, and if you squeeze it again, you will return to me.' Before I could say, 'Well I'll be a mongrel's uncle, ' he pressed the golden clasp. One minute, I was watching Bark to the Future, the next minute, I was spiralling through a funnel of warm air to a destination unknown. I was madder than a springer spaniel. 'Just you wait until I get back, ' I howled into the dark cloud of warm air that engulfed me. 'I've a good mind to report you to the Court of Mongrel Rights.'