Professor Eric Allen Boozeman sabotages the sacred mystical weapon, the "Club of Thoonar", as Panther Girl returns the stolen artifact to Mixapontic University's Department of Archaeology. A powerful magical spell causes the club to wrench itself free from Monica's steely grip! In the next split-second, the cudgel begins to mutate wildly, with weird tentacular appendages emerging from the mighty weapon. The rogue Professor feels his consciousness beginning to merge with the transformed truncheon, and orders it to blast our sexy crimefighter.
Monica is struck senseless by the terrific bolts of eldritch energy, and tumbles helplessly to the floor -- WHUMP!
"Professor Boozeman! You caused this to happen!" Alfred Wichita Heinemann, another Archaeology professor, exclaims. "What have you done, you fool? And why the Holy Hell would you perform that sabotaging spell? Are you utterly insane?"
"Perhaps I am, my dear Mr. Heinemann. But you should now know and fear me as the magnificent 'Boozeman-Thoonar', for this transformation will soon be complete. HA HA HA!!"
"Look!" Amy Shattershuck, one of the grad students mulling about nearby, shouts. "Professor Boozeman... is melting into nothing... n-no...he is merging...with that club-thingie... oh, this is just so horrible... uuuhhh... * * " The lovely brunette faints from fright, and crashes to the floor. THUMP!
"HOOP-DAH!! I will now vacate this silly place, and begin to plan my villainous trajectory!"
The exceedingly-odd new entity, the 'Boozeman-Thoonar', flies off in search of more adventure.
"Fiddlesticks! Another professor overtaken and consumed with delusions of supervillainy. So sad!" Professor Heinemann is distraught over this turn of events, but steels himself and resumes his usual composure. "I will get the smelling salts from the chemistry lab, and revive poor Amy and Panther Girl. Jenkins, call "Campbell and Associates', and let the other superheroines know what has happened."
"Alright, sir! Do you need any help with Miss Campbell or Miss Shattershuck? Because I am fine with... er, I can..."
"I know what you're thinking, boy. Just do as I say! I will tend to these fallen women..."
Yes, Professor Heinemann has matters well in hand, at the moment. Having retrieved the smelling salts, the grizzled old academic strides over to the near-naked Panther Girl and prepares to revive the almost-nude adventuress.
Just another day in the ol' Gytalf-verse, eh?