The last thing Jerry Mouse expected to find inside the wall of his new home was a portal. Not a mouse-hole, not a forgotten duct, but a shimmering, hexagonal window of light that smelled of old paper, ozone, and dust.
Back in the server room, Jerry blinked. He’d just worked with Tom. Happily. tom and jerry tales internet archive
There was Tom. But Tom was different. He wasn’t crouched in a hunting pose. He was sitting by the refrigerator, holding a half-eaten grilled cheese sandwich. He nudged it across the floor toward the mouse-hole. Then he looked up, directly at Jerry, and gave a slow, deliberate blink. The last thing Jerry Mouse expected to find