If There Weren't Such Things a Mad Scientists we'd have to Invent them!

Having diligently labored for Dr. Victor Frankenstein for years, cleaning up his messes, procuring any and all needed items, cooking his meals, reminding him of important tasks, mending and washing his lab coats, serving as a sounding board when he was in the mood for one of his endless prattles about “this new discovery” or “those fool don't understand my brilliance,” and frankly taking a lot abuse from the arrogant self-absorbed SOB. He had at last decided to give Igor his long promised physical improvements. However on waking from the operation he saw that Victor had once again gone too far. “All these years you've almost been like a wife to me Igor.” he said, “now I have made it so!” “oh great” thought Igor, “I guess I should have dug up a few dates for the nut job too!”

It was at that moment that Lord Puffinhopple realized that it might have been a mistake to give that Frankenstein fellow a second chance after he had switched to plastic surgery promising to both give up the whole “resurrection” business and to give him a more youthful appearance. 

This revelation came to him on meeting Lady Farfegnugen, a woman whom rumor had it the doctor was smitten with.

“I told you that doctor Stein was huffing his own anesthetic!” said Helen Grant to her husband Horace after the bandages had been removed revealing and final results of their tenth anniversary couples face lifts and seeing that the oddly old fashioned acting doctor, but expert in the latest cutting (no pun intended) edge plastic surgery techniques had indeed made them look ten years younger, and given them each the face of the other!

 And meanwhile from a Laboratory Across Town