Friday, 17 August 2018

Welcome to The Dark Side on Black Cat Appreciation Day 2018 with Parsley & Angel Humphrey

Welcome to The Dark Side


Greetings Supurr Pawesome Pals

Parsley here and today we're celebrating


http://picasion.com/gl/88Kg/


Can I get a WOOOO HOOOO?

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Also before I furget, today I'm featuring on my epic buddy Valentines Blog at Noir Kitty Mews spreading the wurd that black cats are pawesome, magnificent, supurr, smashing, great, epic and epically epic, etc...

Well all cats are of course, all of the above too, but those of us who are on the dark-side in colour have a bigger cross to bear, as in bygone times black cats we're deemed eveeel and the familiars of witches; assisting their mistress's in The Darke Arts and Demon Summoning.

  While I cannot confirm or deny whether  the P.A. is a witch or not;  the jury is still out on that, though I can safely say she's not summoned any demonic entities while I've been here and I've neffur seen her with a bubbling cauldron or wearing a pointy back hat, although she does have a broom stick... nuff said! MOL 

But anyhoo since the Darke Ages, us black cats have had some really rotten press offur the centuries leading some of the peeps in the wurld to believe that we are bad luck and a whole host of other really, really, really dumb, stupid, idiotic things.  

I can assure the wurld most sincerely that black cats are NOT bad luck on any level whatsoeffur or any of the other idiotic things that were dreamt up to purrsecute us.

Black cats are in essence magical, miniature panthers and effuryone should have one, mew are actually doing yourself a disservice by not having one.

So modern day peeps of the wurld, furget all that witch-hunt nonsense and go adopt a miniature panther today, trust me, it's the best thing mew'll do fur yourself this year.

Just look at me, how can anything that looks like me be bad luck?  It's not possible on any level effur.

So to show mew just how pawesome black cats are, here's a little montage in honour my angel brofur Humphrey, so let's just take a moment to fully embrace the darkness in all its furry and rather fuzzy glory!

Humphrey 1999 - 2017




Let's hear a huge round of applaws fur Humphrey ~ just click play below


WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Humphrey Mew Were The Bestest!

Many thanks fur joining me today to celebrate all Blacks Cats the wurld offur, and my supurr special brofur, Humphrey. 

And don't furget:- 

EMBRACE THE DARKNESS AND ADOPT A BLACK CAT

Big Hugs & Soft Purrs

Parsley 
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Thursday, 16 August 2018

**New Post** Smooch Around The Wurld and Today We're Smooching All Offur Port Douglas, Queensland in The Magical Land of OZ with Tuna of Moon as My Pawesome Travelling Companion

Welcome To


Woo Hoo Pawsome Pals

Smooch here, and how are mew doing today?

So dudes and dudettes we're going to be Smooching All Offur The Planet as we Smooch Around the Wurld ~ how much fun, so much fun!

Oh and because The B Team doesn't use conventional means of travel, I'll be using the TTTB aka the Time Travelling Telephone Box to go on my little jolly's, so thank cod I won't have to use an airport as I don't think I'd get through security with all the extra covert hardware I travel with! MOL

Furst though I have to do my travel check list:


Oh and I've already had all my travel vaccinations, as mew neffur know and I always think it's better to have the lot rather than risk getting some foreign lurgy which in turn ruins your jolly's! 

So where are we going today?

Today beautiful furriends we're off to the magical land of Oz, last time I went to Tasmania and it was a little bit fresh so I thought some warmz were needed and I decided the tropics were just the place to go! MOL  And also this week I have the best travel companion effur, Tuna of Moon from the pawesome Tabbies of Trout Towne is joining me fur the adventure of a lifetime.

I got his travel docs sorted, courtesy of my epically epic forging skillz contacts in the foreign office.


... just look at that, Tuna has wurld-wide access with no restrictions - wooo hoooo!

So anyhoo I hopped in the TTTB and teleported to Trout Towne, and thank cod Tuna set some flares off on the beach otherwise I might have landed in the sea! MOL

The TTTB landed on the glistening, white sand with a soft thwump.  I threw the door open - quite literally - and Tuna was causally strolling towards me carrying a small case and a paperbag.

I waved most enthusiastically and gave him a huge hug and paw bump when he reached me. "Dude!" I said. "So great mew could join me on this little jolly today!"

"Smooch, thanks fur the invite!" Tuna beamed, then shook the paper bag. "And I brought a snack selection of No 5's, No 7's and a few No 3's fur the journey so we don't starve!"

[If mew're wundering what a No 5, No 7 and No 3 are, way back in 2016 in our Pirate adventure we had to blow up a kraken and rather than waste the tastiness, we ended up taking it back to BB-HQ and devising a lot of kraken recipes and the Tabbies are our biggest customers in the entire US fur Kraken delicacies, we ship them an order at least once a month]

"Dude that's so epic," I replied grinning and taking one of the deep fried kraken rings and dipping in the wowkapow sauce Tuna offured. "Oh jeez that sauce is just amazing dude!"

He nodded and said, "Dude that hot sauce is the best!" 

His eyes almost bugged out as we entered the TTTB. "Smooch I can't believe I'm actually in the wurld famous TTTB, IT'S HUGE in here..." he looked around the bridge in awe. "Like in my wildest dreams I couldn't of effur imagined the size, mew could get lost in here fur days!"

"Fudge got lost fur an entire week once!" I laughed. "But he's ok now!"  

Then I added. "Would mew like to do the honours and push that red button." I pointed to the control console and grinned wildly.

Tuna gasped in delight and paw-smacked the button and off we popped.



32.9433333333333r seconds later we landed.

We burst out of the door and were greeted by miles and miles of beach and ocean, in fact we'd just come from that exact same scenario but this time we were DOWN-UNDER ~ The most deadliest continent on the planet.


We got out the deck chairs as Tuna is quite partial to a bit of chillaxing; next we got the mini speedboat, the surf board, the brolly set up and I whipped us up a couple of coconutty grasstini's. Tuna tried a bit of snorkelling, but broke the surface of the water in a rather frenzied fashion and said, "Smooch dude, there's a fluffing giant jelly fish down there!" 

"Thank cod it wasn't a shark dude!" I replied and then remembered that up here there were salt water crocs, yep they live in the ocean too!

So all water activities were ceased immediately and we decided at that point to head inland and check out some of the sights.















As mew can see Tuna and I had a blast, we saw a few war memorials which we paid our respects at fur fallen hero's in WWII, as we know it most impawtant to honour those that gave their lives fur us today.  

We saw kangeroos, there was some real vishus burds, the cassowary; apparently a descendent of the dino rapters, and can gut mew with one swipe, although I diverted Tuna so we missed that and we went to see the crocs instead.

Tuna said as we started to pack the TTTB, "Mew know my sisfur Dai$y wants to go shopping somewhere fabulous and my new baby brofur Mack should come on a jolly with mew to give him some Wurld experience dude, he's young and I think it would be great fur mew to show him life outside of Trout Towne!"

"Dude it would be my purrleasure to take Miss Dai$y somewhere epic and also to take young Mack under my paw and take him on a really great a adventure and I can't thank mew enough fur joining me on this one today, dude mew're epic!"

Tuna grinned and replied. "Smooch buddy, even though mew only have 3 legs, and we've been to the most dangerous continent in the wurld, I've neffur felt safer, thanks dude mew're the best!"

And sadly that brings us to the end of our OZ experience, we do hoped mew enjoyed seeing the sites and it's time I got Tuna safely back to Trout Towne before the FSG realises he's gone! MOL 



Thanks so much fur joining Tuna and I on our magical OZ adventure and I'll be back before mew know it sharing another other far flung destination so hope mew'll join me then!

Oh and if any of mew would like to accompany me on any future excursions which no doubt will be terribly exciting, possibly a little bit dangerous [might be furry dangerous at times] and definitely once in a lifetime oppurrtunity, send an email to:

deardrbasil @ gmail . com

with Smooch Around The Wurld in the subject line and a nice picture of yourself [which we can clip] plus your name, age and a couple of fun facts about mew, and who knows mew could be joining me on the adventure of a lifetime!

Oh and quickly before I go there's a couple of new puzzles live on the Puzzle Page fur your enjoyment.

Until next time

Keep Calm 

and 

Don't Furget The Bug Spray

Smooch xox





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Wednesday, 15 August 2018

WOW on Wednesday's Here We Go, The Wayfair Pet Competition and The Hiba Shelter in Palestine on The Pet Parade #261 with Dash Kitten, Us & Barking from The Bayou



Pawesome Wednesday Greetings Furriends

Welcome to WOW on The Pet Parade! 

So what does WOW stand fur, we hear mew ask?  Well it stands fur, Wordy or Wordless On Wednesdays, so mew can be as creative as mew like or as wordless as mew want! MOL

Wednesday's are ours, so hop in, hop along and hop all offur the wurld to see all the great blogs that join in. 



In other news

The #WayBeyondRepair Photo Competition!

Wayfair.co.uk emailed us on Monday to tell us about their fab new competition, they are celebrating our furry friends and what they get up to—both the good and the bad!  All entrants need to do is submit a photo here of their pet as well as furniture that they’ve destroyed or have made #WayBeyondRepair 

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There's a £500 gift card up fur grabs, and mew can enter as many times as mew like between now and the 14th of September, so get those pics sent in and if mew win, mew could be getting a brand new sofa or rug or whateffur to scratch the fluff out of!

What could be more pawesome than that?  Absolutely nothing! MOL


And finally today, we made a fab new furriend on Instacat yesterday, The Hiba Shelter in Palestine - it is the first and the only cat rescue shelter in the West Bank, so go show them some support and say hi, mew'll be so glad mew did.

They are a new set-up and only have one peep taking care of all the kitties. 

Mew can find them here:

Instagram

Facebook

Youtube

We love peeps like this, and would like to say thanks so much fur caring fur the stray cats in Palestine, mew're epically epic and we hope that you get the team and support mew need! 



As this is the furst Pet Parade on a Wednesday we'll be re-organising our posts a little, so today there are no links to this weeks previous posts, we're just looking fur a new post to put those in later in the week.

We'll be back tomorrow with another Smooch Around the Wurld and this time he's got the most wunderpurr and epically epic travel companion - guess who? - joining him on his next expedition, and just wait until mew see where they are headed! MOL

Oh and if mew missed yesterdays post, mew may want to hop offur and check out the start of our Summer Blockbuster Adventure - The Clockwurk Labyrinth - Oh My Cat mew'll neffur believe what's happening...

Bestest purrs and big hugs

Basil & The B Team xox



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Tuesday, 14 August 2018

Tuesday Tails Summer BlockBuster 2018 - The Clockwurk Labyrinth Chapters 1 ~ 3

Welcome to

Tuesday Tales


this is going to be one crazy-insane rescue oppurration!!!

The Clockwurk Labyrinth

~ Chapter One ~

Fleabay Bargain Bonanza

It was a rather ordinary spring day in Mewton-Chirruping, the clouds were dull, in all shades of grey and looked like they were about to burst with rain in the not too distant future.  Not a fine drizzle but huge, fat raindrops that mew can hear splashing as they bombard the ground with extreme prejudice.

I felt restless and sighed heavily as I began to amble towards the secret bunker entrance behind the summerhouse when I heard Fudge calling out.

“Basil wait up dude, I’m expecting a delivery can mew help me?”

“Fudge what have mew ordered from Fleabay now?” I asked cautiously, purraying to cod that it wasn’t another set of cheap throwing knives from some foreign clime claiming to be the quality of a Japanese samurai sword.  The last ones he bought shattered on contact with the ground, though they did leave a lovely silver, glitter effect on the gravel drive.

“Dude mew’ll neffur believe the bargain I got,” he enthused, his ginormous floofy tail expanding [it does this when he gets excited].  “I was searching ancient armouries and weapons when up popped a clock in the Fleabay feed, it said it belonged to a long–distant descendant of King Rufus ruler of CatmanHU, and dude when I tell mew its epic, seriously it’s epic!”

I gave him a rather quizzical glance. “Catman-What and who the fluff is King Rufus?”

“Oh he was some despot tyrant, warrior King in the late middle ages, I Mewgled him,” Fudge beamed proudly. “He checks out fur sure dude, and I did the research and some distant cousin of a cousin, of an auntys, uncles, brothers sister owned it and she put it up fur sale and I bought it!”

Well my head began to swim at that statement so I just nodded and said. “Sounds great dude, I bet mew are purrleased!”

He gave me his most toothiest grin and nodded rather ecstatically. “Yeah, there was a lot of action but I stayed the course and outbid effuryone.”

“Good job, and where is it now?”

“Appurrently the courier is about half a click away, so can mew help me get it in the bunker?” he replied.

“Sure,” I answered looking up at the sky. “That courier needs to get his skates on as I think the heavens are going to open any minute.”

The sky had become ominously dark, and the air had an eerie tang I couldn’t quite put my paw on as thunder suddenly boomed in the distance.

Right at that moment I heard the gate bell ring and said. “Let’s get your clock dude, we’ve got moments before this vile storm rolls in.”

Fudge bounded to gates, opening them wide and a 1942 delivery truck reversed in. The driver looked almost mummified; his tan, leathery skin stretched taught across high cheek bones and sunken eyes as he emerged rather arthritically from the cab.  He limped to the rear of the van, his peaked cap low and his drab brown uniform flapping in the wind that had suddenly begun to whip up.  He opened the doors wide and that’s when I saw the clock.

Parsley emerged from the bunker just as the driver started to lower the tail-lift [which had obviously been added at a much later date, and the welding job of said tail-lift looked mightily haphazard] with biggest grandfather clock I’d effur seen. He tapped me on the shoulder. “Basil dude, what the fluff is that thing?”

“Don’t ask, Fudge bought it on Fleabay, some special clock from some far flung place!”

“It’s hideous!” Parsley whispered. “What on earth is he going to do with it?”

“Cod knows, but I’m telling mew this, restrict his access to the interwebs as he’s addicted to buying tat!” I said quietly.

“No purroblem,” Parsley said as the huge, ugly clock made it safely to ground level.  I know this is really mean of me but I was hoping that it was going to topple off the somewhat dodgy tail-lift and end up as firewood.

“Isn’t it just beyond epic?” Fudge asked his huge tail quivering with excitement as he ran his paws over the highly carved case and stared adoringly at the ornate, painted clock face which seemed to change as the second-hand gently ticked round.

I gave him my most bemused look and said. “Dude wurds fail me!”

“Parsley what do mew think to my latest acquisition of military-esque memorabilia, this is going to be wurth a fortune one day!” Fudge enthused.

“How much did mew pay fur it?” Parsley asked.

“That’s the best bit, it was only £5.73 and free shipping,” he grinned. “BEST BUY EFFUR!”

I turned to the driver who was lurching toward the cab and said. “Hey don’t mew want a tip?”

The driver cackled as lightning forked across the sky in a blinding white flash. “Nah Mister, I’m just glad to be rid of that cursed thing!”


~ Chapter Two ~

Weird & Weirder

Smooch appeared; he was carrying a bazooka and looked really peeved. “Basil!” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m so sick of the slugs and snails attacking the vegetable garden, so I’m going to take care of them the only way I know how!”

I looked at the bazooka, then at Smooch and had to stifle a laugh. “Dude, mew so don’t want to blow up the P.A.’s veg garden,” I replied most earnestly. “I suggest we try another approach, let’s help Fudge get his latest acquisition into the bunker and then we’ll see if Humphrey left any notes in his lab on a more genteel way to rid the garden of those slimy, little veg annihilators.”

The one-cat-mission-of-destruction look faded from his eyes as he took in the huge clock which was towering above him, and he nearly dropped the bazooka as he said. “What the fluff is that monstr….”

“Smooch dude, so glad mew’re here, what do mew think to my pawesome clock?” Fudge asked excitedly.

Smooch who was rarely lost fur wurds, flapped his paws in the air, occasionally pointing towards the clock with a befuddled expression plastered on his face. “It’s… er… it’s…  ummmm… it’s… er….”

“I just knew mew guys would love it and isn’t it going to look spectacular in the control room,” Fudge babbled enthusiastically. “A piece of genuine military history in the midst of all our high-tech, it’s going to look so great!”

I was just about to protest when the furst, fat raindrop splashed on the ground. “Time to get moving!” I said as more raindrops began to fall.

We’d just reached the bunker door as the rain started to assault the ground with much hostility and malevolence, bright-white lightning streaked across the black, rolling clouds and thunder boomed so loud that the ground shook beneath our paws.

“Oh dear,” Parsley mused. “Somepurrdy upset the gods today!”

We hefted the clock inside, Fudge went to get the sack trolley. “What on earth is this thing?” Smooch asked once Fudge was out of ear-shot.

“Dude, I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “But I will say this; it’s the most ugly, vile thing I’ve effur seen and right now all I want to do with it is put it in the Bomb Disposal room, with a live bomb and blow it to kingdom come!”

The storm was now directly above the bunker, it had taken mere minutes to reach us and the lightning seemed to be increasing and the thunder was so loud I could hardly hear myself think. “Parsley close the external doors,” I shouted above the din.

I watched as Parsley hit the red button and the metal bunker doors slid shut.  With the forces of nature now firmly outside, I took a breath and said. “This is so not going into the control room, idea’s anyone, right now would be great!”

“We could tell Fudge that we’re about to decorate and think the clock should go into BD1 [Bomb-Disposal Room 1] as we’d hate to get any paint on it,” Parsley said quickly.

“Oh nice idea,” I replied. “Anypurrdy got a paint card.”

Don’t ask me how he does it, but like magic Parsley held out a colour chart in all shades of steely grey or blue. “Dude, mew’ve got some epic skillz!” I said.

He just grinned and laughed. “I know!”

Fudge returned moments later trundling the trolley in front of him.  We hefted the unholy relic onto it and just as he was about to speak I cut him off. “Fudge dude, we aren’t going to be able to put your really ummmm… amazing acquisition in the control room just yet,” I said firmly and waved the paint card in his direction.

His face fell, the utter dejection most apparent. So I quickly added, wafting the paint card more vehemently. “I was on my way to see Parsley when mew saw me, as I’d decided we need to freshen up the control room with a lick of paint, so we don’t want your purchase getting paint splattered do we?”

It took a few seconds to register, and aftur his mental sunrise had finally broken through to dawn, he replied. “Oh no, we definitely can’t get paint on it, it’ll be devalued and worthless fur sure!” he said most seriously. “Good thing mew told me now as I’d hate to keep moving it around, it might get damaged, or even wurse!”

I really liked the even wurse part and said. “Dude let’s just put it in Bomb Disposal Room 1 fur now, it’ll be purrfectly safe in there and we can lock the door so it won’t get damaged while we do our renovations.”

At this point all I was thinking about getting a little bit [well a lot actually] of C4 with a remote detonator and placing it inside the room with the clock, and IT having a rather unfortunate accident. I was trying really hard not to smirk when Smooch nudged me and whispered. 

“Dude I know exactly what mew’re thinking and I’ll go get it arranged!” We paw-bumped and he disappeared down the corridor and out of sight.

Parsley, Fudge and myself paw-handled the clock into BD1 and once Fudge was satisfied it was safe and not wobbling on the metal floor, we left the room and shut the doors.

“Nothing will happen to it in there will it Basil?” Fudge asked.

“Dude mew know its purrfectly safe now, so let’s find Amber and Pandora and decide what lovely new and exciting shade of grey we’re painting this place.”


~ Chapter Three ~

CJ and The Set-Up

                Later that evening the storm was still raging, and more violently than before.  It was like a tempest of doom and seemed to be located right above our sleepy, little village without any inclination of moving away anytime soon.

Amber was looking rather bored. “Basil how am I supposed to get to my library, the courtyard is flooded and the rain doesn’t look like it’s going to be stopping, like at all?”

“Amber I don’t know!” I replied. “We’re all trapped in here until it starts to subside, so let’s choose a paint colour and start a bit of prep.”

Pandora harrumphed loudly. “I never agreed to ‘elp mew paint!” she said in her odd, little foreign accent. “I can’t be getting myself involved vith such things, my fur vill be ruined, I only agreed to give mew colour advice!”

I sighed as tensions rose. “Pandora, vh… what colour do mew think we should have?”

She gave the colour card a cursory glance and jabbed her claw into the third row, three up from the bottom.  “Hurricane Grey,” she said flatly. “That is the one that vill compliment the bunker.”

Say what???? I thought. This is just getting too bizarre.

“OK votes on the Hurricane Grey?” I asked wundering if my day was going to get any weirder.

“Basil,” Amber interjected. “That’s the exact same colour which we have already.”

“Great news,” I tried to smile. “Less prep wurk fur effuryone then!”

The B Team started to grumble and moan, so I said. “Guys chop chop, get to it and I just need to go make a call.”

As I headed towards my private office I could hear a squabble about to break out but to be absolutely honest I thought, they’re old enough to sort it out themselves and I just kept walking.

Closing the door behind me, I went and sat at my desk and turned on my PC and began to research the clock on Mewgle.  Something just wasn’t sitting right, it felt all kinds of wrong and when I’d actually touched the wood it had felt charged with power of some sort, just a gentle hum under the surface, like static and it was really bothering me.

I lucked out on Mewgle, finding nothing about the clock or the infamous King Rufus either.  Things were getting curiouser and curiouser.   I paced the floor fur several minutes as I pondered the possibilities and finally I picked up the receiver on my secret FIB phone, direct to CJ Catkin, the Director or head honcho of the Field Intelligence Bureau. Pushing line one, I heard the dial tone and punched in my code. 

“CJ Catkin,” said a voice before the phone had even made a single ring-tone.

“CJ, this is Basil,” I answered. “Code name Zulu Brava Delta Six.”

“Basil!” CJ replied much more genially. “Long time, no speak!”

“Just the way I like it, no offence intended but mew know how I like my retirement!” I quipped.

“I do indeed,” CJ sighed. “So what can I do fur mew on this rather vile and incessantly stormy night?”

I began to relay the story of the clock and my feelings of apprehension. “Mew remember that artefact I recovered from the Giza Plateau in 2002, with the serpent head?”

CJ said. “Yes.” But his tone had changed, it was wary with a tinge of unease.

“The clock has the same slick magnetism feel to it,” I said as I flicked on my tv screen and selected the live camera feed for effurywhere in the bunker. The multiple-screen view flipped effury few seconds until finally BD1 was in the frame.  I pressed the lock button so the feed remained and that’s when I saw it.  My hackles rose and my whiskers nearly ejected from my face as I watched the screen.

*   *    *

In the control room things were heating up. “I’m not painting!” Pandora declared.

Smooch who was holding a paint brush loaded with Hurricane Grey said. “Dora I’m only going to say this once, pick up the brush and start painting.”

“Pah!” Pandora replied and flounced out of the room, her plume-esque tail swishing side to side in irritation.

“I swear I’m going to…” Smooch began and then stopped as the comms system came online.

“Guys this is Basil, where’s Fudge?”

Amber, Smooch and Parsley peered around the room. “Not here,” Parsley replied aftur he’d lifted the dust-sheet off the comms control panel. “I sent him for more dust-sheets about 2o minutes ago. Why?”

Pandora, who was only just outside the control room, peered around the doorframe and said. “He told me that he vas going to check on his new purchase.”

“Find him, and find him now!” my voice sounded through the speakers.

In less time than it took to say, ‘make mine a niptini, shaken not stirred with a huge sprig of nip’  all the dust-sheets were removed and Amber was sitting at the comms desk while Parsley was firing up all the internal camera feeds to the multiple screens around the circular control room.

Smooch was already implementing the thermal scanning facility and said aftur a few moments. “Horice is on level 8 having a really chillaxed evening as usual and there are no other life signs outside of the control room apart from yours Basil!”

“This is so bad!” Basil said irately. “Keep looking, I’ve got CJ on the phone, go to BD1 and I’ll meet mew there stat!”

>^.^<

“CJ, this clock is bad news dude, now I know mew know something so spill!” I growled.

The line was silent, and fur a moment I thought the big cheese had hung up on me, but then I heard the sigh. THE SIGH, yes that one, when he knows that I know that he knows, and now he has to tell me.

“Basil,” he cleared his throat, a typical buying time gaff. “That clock…”

“Yes, what about that clock?” I asked barely containing my annoyance. In fact I didn’t bother to let him continue. “Mew set it up fur Fudge to buy didn’t mew? Then mew put all that bogus info on Mewgle fur him to find. Then mew were the one probably bidding against him, weren’t mew?”

I heard CJ cough and splutter. So I continued. “Mew set up my youngest team memfur to buy something that’s obviously so dangerous and deadly that mew don’t even want it at the FIB HQ, but mew think its ok to send here knowing all of that and putting Mewton-Clawson in grave danger…” then the penny dropped. “And the storm that’s been raging offurhead fur hours is directly linked to the clock isn’t it? OH MY COD CJ, how low have mew sunk?”
He tried to speak but I cut him off. “Listen to me and listen good, send me effury single scrap of info mew have about that clock and send it to me now, Fudge is missing and if anything happens to him, even if it’s only a whisker that’s bent out of shape, I’m coming fur mew dude!”

**AND CUT**


OH MY COD! 

See mew same time, same place next week fur the next thrilling chapters 

in

The Clockwurk Labyrinth

This is 
  
 commander Basil and the b team
Offur and Out Until Next time


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