A quick recap from last week...
I gave Smooch a withering glance through the window as I prepared fur the worst.
He let out a pitiful yowl and and I winced as though I'd been kicked in the gut. This was truly the most excruciating thing I'd had to witness in such a furry long time.
"Parsley, dude, can mew here me?" I asked urgently.
His eyes rolled back and there was a loud tearing popping noise.
"Parsley!!!" I yelled, just as a bright orange flash temporarily blinded me.
I opened my eyes, squinting to focus and saw that Parsley was now glowing tangerine orange. He was still writhing on the metal floor murmuring soft pitiful cries. But I didn't have time to draw breath when there was another tearing, agonizing crack followed by a bright green flare of light.
There was a brief pause and then Posie answered. "Parsley's vitals are holding, his heartbeat is highly elevated, and his blood pressure is starting to exceed parameters in the upper range but the good news is the Nano-Bots are being drawn into his stomach, they are gathering like a mass migration..." she took a breath. "This is exactly what I wanted, but mew need to get him on his feet fur the final stage... do it now, we don't have any time left!"
I got my paws underneath Parsley quicker than mew could say 'jumping jack jeepers what the freak is happening'
I stabilized him in an upright position and took two steps back, and sat.
A huge whooshing sound followed by a high pitched fizzing pop blasted the doors and the sudden heat that permeated the heavy metal barrier made my fur tingle.
The noise died and Posie's voice rang out again. "Containment Bay is clear, I repeat the Containment Bay is clear, the Nano-Bots have been destroyed and Parsley is going to be just fine, his stats are normalizing by the second."
I let out a huge sigh, Smooch grinned a wide toothy smile at me. Humphrey who was still holding Parsley upright visibly relaxed and Parsley just let his whole body go limp.
"Let's get Parsley to the Med Bay and then we're having a meeting, a furry serious meeting too," I said.
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After Parsley was tucked up safe and sound in the Med Bay, given a nice tasty snack and the door securely locked, just in case of intruders again, the rest of us reconvened in the Control Room.
"This has been a furry bad day indeed," I began. "Amber, tell me mew have good news."
Amber gave me a look, and I knew that look all too well. "Basil, where do I begin..." she paused, seemingly trying to find the right words. "I went to guard the munitions room as per protocol and we've been cleaned out, I could smell ferret effurywhere. I tracked them down the field but then they just seemed to vanish into thin air."
"Can I not get any good news today?" I sighed wearily.
"Well, if it's any consolation," Snowie said. "All systems are still fully operational and I've got a satellite tracking the Baron as we speak."
"And where is the evil, dastardly bunny?" I asked.
But before Snowie could speak, the emergency siren began to blare throughout the entire complex, signalling a perimeter breach.
I stared at the external camera feed. "Oh for flips sake, could my day get any worse! Battle stations, we're under attack!"
And who are they working fur?
We'll be back tomorrow with our usual slot of The Pet Parade, until then