The garage door abruptly opened and Dr. Two Brains and his henchman hastily ran inside with their ill-gotten gains. They closed the garage door quickly and panted. "That was way too close, fellas!" Two Brains wheezed. His henchman said, "We're lucky that it's past Wordgirl's bedtime. She won't find us till tomorrow."

"Yeah, but in the meantime," Two Brains smiled, "let's savor this moment of victory." But when he ate the slightest piece of cheese, he groaned, "Oh, no. Not again. Listen, boys, I'm calling it a night again. I thought this late-night nausea ended." "Okay," the henchman nodded. He and Charlie waved as he said, "Goodnight, boss."

That night, Two Brains began feeling weird, as if something strange was taking effect. He had a nightmare in which a full moon rose and he turned into as weremouse. He went on a rampage through the town for cheese and made off with every bit of it. Then, he saw Squeaky, who was ready to bite him. Despite Two Brains' pleas, Squeaky proceeded to lunge at him.

The next morning, Two Brains found himself in the oddest place: on the floor of his cheese storage room. He looked to see crumbs surrounding him and the shelves empty. Hello, he thought as he looked around. He wiped his mouth and was shocked to see cheese streaks on his gloved hand. He worriedly thought, What have I done? What am I becoming?

He got up in a rather wobbly way and hurried to his lab equipment. He gathered his microscope and blood samples. He took a lancet and took his own blood sample. He put it on a slide and put it under the microscope. Upon close inspection, he gasped, "Oh, no. No, no, no. This can't be happening."

From the corner of his eye, he saw something fall. He looked to see a hair curler on the floor. He got anxious and felt his hair. Some strands of it were loose and a few hair curlers were becoming undone. He raced to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at an unfamiliar figure.

Strands of his hair were out of place and hair curlers were hanging loosely. He had bags under his eyes and untamed whiskers. This time, there were a couple more whiskers than before. He had cheese stains on his mouth, pajamas, and gloves. He tearfully thought, Am I becoming some sort of…craven creature? Something that will destroy my entire self? He hunched over the sink and cried softly so that his henchmen wouldn't hear.