Archibald Fumblethorne had always been a mediocre wizard at best, but Tuesday morning brought a new low to his already questionable career. He stood in his cluttered tower workshop, surrounded by...

Wendell Whimsybeard had always been a mediocre wizard at best, but nobody expected him to be THIS bad. Standing in what used to be his living room but was now a massive block of aged cheddar, he...

Gerald Wicksworth arrived at MagiCorp Industries on a Tuesday morning to find his cubicle had sprouted legs and was currently chasing the water cooler around the office. This was, unfortunately, not...

In the mystical kingdom of Whimsyshire, where wizards regularly forgot their own spells and unicorns had terrible allergies to their own rainbow dust, there lived a dragon named Reginald Flamberton...

Gerald Pemberton was having the worst Tuesday of his life, and it wasn't even noon yet. His coffee maker had exploded, covering his kitchen in a fine mist of espresso grounds. His cat, Mr. Whiskers,...

Meredith Sparklebottom had been having a perfectly reasonable Tuesday morning until her dragon decided he was a lap dog. Not metaphorically, mind you. The seventy-foot-long, fire-breathing beast...