Wednesday, 31 October 2018

HAPPY HALLOWEEN on WOW It's The Pet Parade 272 with Dash Kitten, Us & Barking from The Bayou

Supurr spooky greetings pawesome pals

Welcome to The Spooky Pet Parade and our mid-week news round-up!

Well if mew hadn't noticed it's Halloween! MOL

MUWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAAHAHAHAHA!

We got some fab news, our Autumn/Fall ~ Winter Programming Schedule is a go!

 Colouring with Cats will resume on Monday - WOOOO HOOOOO - so we'll be getting our OM's on and Zen Harmonies happening again until the end of April.

We're still trying to source a substitute Professor to stand in while Basil is on his RB sabbatical fur Brain Training with Cats, so do bear with us while we sort that out. Though in the meantime there's a new puzzle on the Puzzle Page to keep mew busy.

Next week Smooch will be taking Miss Dai$y from the pawesome Tabbies of Trout Towne on a little Smooch Around The Wurld adventure, though we can't reveal the exact location just yet ~ Mew'll have to wait and see! MOL



And now we're announcing the winners from Amber's and Pandora's Birthday Give-Away

So anyhoo we randomly picked 2 winners, drum-roll purrlease...

and 

THE WINNERS ARE:

Edie ~ Jake



Juliana ~ Shadow

WOO HOO many congratulations guys, purrlease email us your snail mail address at your earliest convenience:

deardrbasil @ gmail . com

and we'll get your epically epic goodie bags to mew in a jiffy!



And just before we pop off, Halloween wouldn't be Halloween without us sharing our spooky little tail from 2016


is here and are mew ready fur a chilling little tail, or we should say tale... muwhahahahahaha


A Spooky Tail on All Hallows' Eve 

It had been a frosty day, the air rather piquant with a fresh, zingy taste.  We'd just finished decorating the bunker in the most spooktacular fashion and even if I do say so myself, it looked as scary as the scariest place mew could effur imagine.  White, glistening cobwebs hung in thick swaths covering the walls and ceilings, bats dangled on invisible bungy cords, pumpkins galore were effurywhere. Spooky specters glided along the bunker corridors wailing chillingly and animated weird-wolves popped up and howled when mew least expected it.  The smoke-machine was on offurdrive and a white filmy mist swirled around rather hypnotically just above floor level.  Shocking shrieks and muffled bumps sounded through the comms systems and to be honest I nearly jumped out of my fur several times. 

The Control Room had been transformed into the Halloween Hub and all the pawty games were in place as an eerie bell tolled and a gruff voice announced:

'Get the pawty started!'
Parsley aka The Saucerer was bobbing fur nip-laced apples.  Posie aka The Mummy was lurching around unable to see due to a bandage malfunction.  Humphrey was wearing his invisibility suit and kept creeping on effurypurrdy, whispering in their ear in some strange foreign accent, "I'm vatching mew... muwahahahahahahaaaaa!"

Smoochie, Amber and I all had the same idea and were dressed as witches and warlocks. [note to self, I need a new costume fur next year]
Anyhoo, there we all were having a wail of a time, screaming like gurls while a sinister sound-track played in the background, plus we were enjoying some rather strange brew that Smoochie had concocted in the laboratory.  He'd even made it in a cauldron fur added effect and to be honest I could have swore at one point I saw a tentacle raise up out of the bubbling neon-green liquid, then sink below the mist-swirling surface, but he said and I quote;

"Trust me! I know what I'm doing, here drink this!" 

I did have several reservations hurtling through my mind, such as;

really?
mew sure about that? 
it looks a funny colour! 
and why is it smoking like that? 
did I just see a tentacle in my drink?

But I thought what the heck and aftur several shots I found it rather entertaining when an eyeball appeared in my glass, it was like a surprise bonus and we all laughed and laughed and laughed!

As the night progressed things did start to get a little outlandish, Snowie aka The White Phantom got tangled up in the suspension wires she'd rigged to her costume and hung upside down like she was trapped in some giant spider web and we just laughed and laughed and laughed!

Mid all this hysterical laughter the lights suddenly went out and we were plunged into darkness.  The inky pitch-black of a total power failure.

"Don't wurry," I laughed. "The back-up generator will kick-in in a couple of seconds!"

Time ticked by and we were all still sat in the dark.

"Basil?" Smooch said bumping into me then forcing another drink into my paw. "Why's the genny not wurking?"

"Ssssssshhhhh," Parsley hissed as we all giggled, too much nip and who-knows-what will do that to mew. "Do mew hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?" Posie said as she tripped offur her bandages and landed with an ungainly thwump on the floor.

Scratch... scratch... scratch...

We all paused, listened and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

Scratch... scratch... scratch... 

"It's getting closer," Parsley said, sounding much sober than he had five seconds ago.

Scratch... scratch... scratch... 

We all paused, listened again and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

"DUDES!" Parsley said tersely, obviously he hadn't had as much cauldron nip as the rest of us. "There's something coming down the corridor!"

Scrape... scratch... scratch... scrape... scrape...

We all paused, listened again and then laughed and laughed and laughed.

I suddenly heard a sickeningly soft hiss and it made my fur bristle in all kinds of disturbing ways, or maybe that was the cauldron nip, at this point I couldn't be sure fur sure.

"Guys, was that one of mew?" I asked as my highly honed senses suddenly burst into life and began to eek out in the darkness. "Do mew smell that? It's rank, fetid and has a rather old dead odour..."

Amber took huge offence to this and said rather snappishly. "No I haven't been eating eggs again!"

"No not mew," I said.

Scrape... scratch... scratch... scrape... scrape...

"Basil," Humphrey whispered in my ear, his cold breath making my ear-fur tremble and I nearly screamed.  Only just managing to swallow down my shriek Humphrey continued. "I'll go check, I've got my night vision goggles on plus I'm invisible, stay here dude."

"Great idea," I said pushing him towards to door.

I could feel my fur-sibs draw closer towards me and Smooch whispered. "Do mew guys have any weapons?"

I heard the distinct clicks of several safety's being slid off in the dark and heard the collective reply of. "Of course we've got weapons!"

There was a light tap on my shoulder and Humphrey hissed. "Basil, dude... I don't know how to say this..."

"Say what?" I asked with much trepidation, feeling the sudden pump of adrenaline flood through my body like an icy wave crashing on the beach.

"There's a zombie cat in the bunker and it's lurching this way!" Humphrey gulped.  

Amber Screaming

Amber screamed, then we all screamed and screamed and screamed!

**And Cut**

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Happy Meowoleen guys, enjoy the Trick or Treating ~ be safe out there ~ and we'll be back on the morrow with the penultimate chapter of our spine-tingling adventure The Clockwurk Labyrinth.

Until then

Bestest spooky purrs

The B Team xx


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Tuesday, 30 October 2018

Tuesday Tales ~ Summer BlockBuster 2018 ~ The Clockwurk Labyrinth Chapter 17

Welcome to

Tuesday Tales

Tuesday Tails Summer BlockBuster 2018 - The Clockwurk Labyrinth Chapters 10 ~ 11 @BionicBasil.com

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

The Clockwurk Labyrinth 

If mew missed the thrilling start of our latest adventure, here are the catch up links...



And now here's this weeks chapter...


~ Chapter 17 ~

Magick and Mayhem 

         I sniffed the bowls contents and when I tell mew it was delicious, the aroma was incredible. “Camomile, what’s in it?” I asked taking the bowl from her. 

She pointed to the bubbling pot on the stove with a flourish and asked softly. “Oh Commander Basil, don’t you trust me?” 

This put me in a bit of a sticky-predicament; if I said no, I risked insulting our hostess and pawsibly ruining getting to Fudge in time, and if I said yes and ate it, then wished I hadn’t, I was going to be severely hissed off.  I glanced briefly at my team and noticed they were almost buzzing with energy, they had a glow; even Winston seemed somewhat restored, his fur looked glossier and he even looked a little fatter.  So I thought ‘what the fluff’ and downed the contents.  Suddenly I felt better than ever, a warmth spread through my entire being and I don’t know how but I felt stronger, I could feel my fur quivering, bristling with energy and I looked at Camomile who was smiling. “A magickal meal then?” I wundered aloud.

She laughed and it sounded like wind-chimes tinkling softly in a gentle breeze. “Commander Basil, you are so funny, of course it was a magickal broth,” she almost trilled with delight. “And now you have the edge, The Old One’s magic will not work on you or your friends.” 

I pondered this fur a moment, before replying. “Mew mean we're magickally immune, that's epic!” 

Camomile nodded and started to fly towards a solid wall beckoning me to follow with the utmost urgency. “We must go, time is short!” 

*    *    * 

        “Posie!” Snowie cried anxiously. “They’re all gone from the tapestry, there’s only me, mew and Fudge left.” 

Posie stared the wall-hanging intensely. “That’s so not good!” she breathed.  

Snowie started to pace back and forth across the Fursian rug, as Posie lifted the antique magnifying glass from the desk to take a closer look at the tapestry.  She stared at the beautiful needlewurk, it was an exquisite piece; each stitch purrfectly executed, the attention to detail was staggering as she focused on the picture of herself and jumped back in amazement as her miniature-self waved. 

“Did  mew see that?” Posie blurted in shock and jabbed a paw towards the tapestry. “That mini-me just waved at me! LOOK! LOOK! Yours is waving too!!! OH MY COD what devilry is this?” 

Snowie jumped straight offur the desk in a single leap and stared at her mini-doppelganger; who was indeed waving and rather enthusiastically too. “What the fluff...” she began edging back until her tail bumped the desk. 

“What in Basts name is it?” Posie asked. “That is some really hinky stuff right there, and why the fluff does Basil even have something like that?” 

“He has it because he loves you all,” a deep voice rumbled from the corridor. 

Snowie and Posie nearly jumped out of their fur as they spun around to see Horice through the open door. 

“Horice!” Posie gasped rushing to him followed by Snowie. “Mew startled us, what are mew doing up here? I thought mew were resting!” 

“Aye don’t be angry little one,” he said in his gentle rumble. “I am quite well and restored now thanks be to ye Miss Posie, ye 'ave some mighty fine healing paws.” 

Posie smiled and hugged Horices ankle. “Awwww big dude I’m so happy mew’re feeling better, but...” 

“Don’t be fretting little ones,” Horice said genially, his trunk pointing towards the tapestry. “Captain Basil and his crew are quite well... look!” 

They turned to see Basil, Humphrey, Amber, Parsley, Pandora and Smooch's mini doppelgangers reappear right before their eyes. The Tree of Life was complete once again. Yet even more mysteriously another cat appeared on one of the branches, the image was slow to reveal but aftur a few minutes there was a rather handsome and extremely dashing Maine Coon purrched proudly among the lush foliage. 

“Who is that?” Snowie asked in a breathy whisper. “He’s a bit of hunk, yes?” 

Posie laughed and replied. “Oh he’s definitely a hunk, mmmmmm, now that’s a man-cat if effur I saw one!” 

Horice cleared his throat, Snowie and Posie blushed as he said. “The tapestry was made by Druids, it was stitched with threads infused with...” he stopped abruptly. 

“Infused with what?” Snowie and Posie asked curiously. 

Horice faltered and then explained. “The threads ‘ave been infused with the magickal waters from the ancient city of Bubastis, from the Temple of the great goddess Bastet herself... it is the most ancient and potent magick of all.” 

“OHHHHHHHHHH!” Snowie and Posie breathed in awe. 

“Basil had it made so that ye would all be able to remain together no matter where each of you may be,” Horice tried to explain, but it was hard to find to right wurds. “The magickal threads link you all together for eternity.” 

Snowie looked at Posie. “Oh so that’s why I can’t effur get any alone time then!” she laughed. 

“Mew mean our souls are bound together fur effur?” Posie asked. 

Horice nodded. “Basil wanted to make sure his family would always be together, now and always,” he revealed. “In this life, the afturlife and all lives, mew will always end up back together.” 

“No fluffing wunder we have to keep coming back then!” Posie guffawed loudly, then added thoughtfully. “And as much as I like the laid-back vibe at the RB I really, really miss all the action here!” 

“Oh me too!” Snowie grinned. “I so miss my comms desk, I miss the action, the adventure and I really miss being at home.” 

Horice gently picked both of the cats up in his trunk and gave them a little squeeze. “Aye don’t ye being starting to cry now!” he choked up. “We ‘ave things to be doing, preparations need to be made.”  And he lumbered down the corridor carrying Snowie and Posie.

*    *    * 

Fudge stepped forward again, the spear-tip glinting menacingly in the remaining torchlight.   

The ground was still shaking, though the tremors began to subside. The pom pom creatures gripped tightly onto Fudges ruff and chirruped excitedly, and he could feel the other cats and creatures at his six and he took a steadying breath as he squared up to The Old One. 

This is it, he thought, this is my one chance... my do or die moment, and he let out his most terrifying war-cry as he launched towards The Old One.  

*    *    *

        Camomile touched the wall; the rock appeared to liquefy before my eyes, it melted away revealing a doorway into the centre of the maze. The ground was shaking, huge stone-columns collapsing, and the flickering lights cast really spooky shadows around the crumbling amphitheatre.  

Something caught my eye, a movement of orange floof and that’s when I saw Fudge launching towards some hideous muther of all uglies thing; he had a spear outstretched but the thing that I really caught my eye was the fact that he was wearing a bag of brightly coloured pom poms on his back. I thought this was mightily bizarre but then who was I to question Fudges fashion needs at a time like this! 

“B TEAM GO GO GO!” I yelled not hesitating fur a second as the most bloodcurdling war-cry sounded. I hurtled towards him, weapons up and ready.  Leaping offur broken columns and dodging falling debris as my focus and speed increased.  I saw The Old One lift his gnarled hand and begin to stretch out a crooked finger, extending its ragged, yellow talon straight towards Fudge, it was like watching in slo-mo and in the next moment a sparkling red glow shot forward and then slowed to an almost stop; I could see it rolling oh so slowly, light fizzing and crackling inside the magickal weapon. Fudge was sailing through the air, still emitting his spine-tingling war cry; mouth agape on a direct collision course with the red-fiery mote. 

I dug deeper fur more speed and strength, then something extraordinary happened; I was right there, hanging in mid-air right in front of the lethal orb which was still caught in the time-treacle. I grasped it in my paw, it crackled and pulsed fiercely but I felt nothing as I threw it straight back at The Old One. Time suddenly snapped back to full speed and I discovered I was hurtling at break-neck pace towards a tumbling column, and I twisted sharply trying to avoid it. 

The huge blocks toppled and as I looked up during my mid-air roll I saw there was no way I was going to get out this this one, and in that singular moment I looked at my team engaging The Old One; it was clinical, precise and deadly, my heart swelled with love and pride and all those other emotions which give mew the warm-fuzzies. 

The Old One had no time to even react as his own death magick struck him full in the chest, dead-centre. The force lifting him off the ground and propelling him viciously backwards. The sickening sound of bones cracking as he smacked into a huge stone block made my blood chill and what I thought was going to be my furry last wurd, hung on the tip of my tongue as I heard Pandora scream some truly bizarre dialect, which sounded like Klingon crossed with Latin. 

The stone blocks were suddenly immobilised not three paw widths from my head as I continued to fly underneath them. I rolled offur and offur onto the dusty ground not two seconds later and let the momentum flip me onto my paws. Looking up I saw the huge rocks drop again and crash to the floor right where I just been. 

“Jumping juniper berries!” I cried. “That was fluffing close!” 

Pandora gave me a brief nod and then turned her attention to The Old One. Turning to follow her gaze, I saw The Old One getting up, with jerky and rather disconcerting movements as his bones cracked into place and he began to heal. 

**AND CUT**


OH MY COD! 

See Mew on Thursday Fur The Next Thrilling Chapter

in

The Clockwurk Labyrinth

This is 

 Commander Basil and The B Team
Offur and Out Until Next time


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