"Yo Speedy dude, it's so great to see mew!" I called as I hurtled down field to meet them.
A few moments later I was right there with them.
"Oh Ranger Speedy is the best," Bunzilla agreed. "I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't been there, well let's just say it could have turned very nasty indeed!"
We all nodded in agreement.
Suddenly remembering my manners, I asked. "Would anyone care fur refreshments?"
* * *
Baron Von Booney was hiding in his secret lair, he was alone as his ferret army neffur came back after the attack.
"Curses, curses and more curses!" he spat angrily as stomped around the table, finally kicking it over in his temper. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this, that flea-bitten Basil Widdairs should have been dealt with by now..." he hurled a chair against the wall. "I can see I'm going to have to go up top and deal with that evil pussy once and or all."
He pulled a moth eaten blanket off a battered trunk and opened it. Staring at the contents he reached in and pulled out a smaller box.
"I really didn't want to use this, but I've got no choice!" he mumbled as he slammed the lid down and replaced the holey blanket. "I wanted to save this for another day, but what the flip, maybe that day is today!"
* * *
After making Bunzilla invisible again as he was too big to fit in the bunker and fitting him with a comms unit, Speedy followed me to the bunker where we met the rest of the clan in the Control Room.
After all the usual pleasantries were exchanged and a few of niptini's [shaken not stirred] and an extra supurr juicy carrotini fur Speedy were quaffed, we got down to bunny business.
Bunzilla had been grazing on the delicious sweet meadow grass while we slurped.
"Can mew hear me Bunzilla?" I asked when Snowie switched on the comms.
There was a great belching sound and then Bunzilla spoke. "Pardon me... Yes I can hear you Basil!"
"Excellent, we've come up with a plan and will be with mew shortly," I replied.
"Sure thing Basil, I'm just really enjoying grazing right now!" Bunzilla answered.
I turned to effurypurdy. "So we're all agreed on the plan, now it's time to get going."
* * *
"Yes..." I said.
"Well the box is smoking and the Baron looks positively manic," Snowie replied.
I looked at effurypurdy, then noticed Smooch who had climbed onto Bunzilla's back.
"Smooch, purrlease get down," I said. "I'm sure that our guest doesn't need mew clambering all over him!"
Bunzilla chuckled. "To be honest I was quite enjoying the back massage!"
I gave Smoochie one of my 'purrlease get down down from there looks' and said. "Snowie tell me what's happening now?"
"It's smoking pretty full on now!" Snowie's voice began to quaver. "I can barely see the garden now!"
I turned to the gang. "This can't be good!"
A moment later Snowie spoke again. "I've managed to zoom in on the silver box and it's got a dragon on it, does that mean anything to mew?"
I pondered this fur a few moments putting the search button on in my memory banks. Trawling through all the cases when I was an FIB agent [Field Intelligence Bureau] back in the day.
"Oh jumping jeepers!" I exclaimed suddenly. "I know exactly what it is!"
All eyes were on me now as I said. "It's the fabled box of the secret Dracus Cult and if it's opened, well let's just say life as we know will be over furever."
Horrified gasps erupted and my brain spun with a myriad of scenarios as to how to stop Baron Von Booney from unleashing the contents of the Dracus Box.
"Basil I don't mean to alarm mew, but the Baron has started to chant something, the smoke is getting thicker and there are weird sparkles surrounding him!" Snowie almost squawked.
"Where's the Baron?" I called to Bunzilla.
Bunzilla gave me a look and then glanced down at his huge fumper feet. "Don't panic Basil, the Baron has been contained once and fur all," he said as a tinge of regret flashed in his eyes.
I stared down and that's when I saw the Baron, well what was the Baron. He was flatter than a pancake that had been under a road roller, literally.
My eyebrows were hovering about 10 inches above my head as I took it all in. "And the Dracus Box?"
"I've got it!" Smooch yelled from behind one of the big pots.
"The lid is still closed, right?" I called back.
"Oh yes, it's still sealed," Smooch replied appearing next to me and held it out to me. "And it's not smoking any more either."
Whooping and cheering erupted from the entire gang, I gave effuryone a tight smile and felt my entire body relax fur the furst time since the Baron came into our lives and nearly changed effurything fur effur.
"Phew!" I let out a big sigh of relief. "That was lucky!"
* * *
We made sure the Baron was given a propurr send off, one that included a capsule that was launched into space and a 'DO NOT RETURN -LIKE EFFUR!' sticker placed on it [MOL]
The ferret hoard were released and all their weapons confiscated. They were all given a good behaviour bond.
Budger the Badger was neffur seen again.
After finding the Barons secret liar courtesy of Fiddler the Ferret, all of the nearly almost real diamonds were recovered, and a whole host of other weird and wunderpurr artefacts were discovered and placed in the vault in our bunker.
Parsley continues to surprise us after his nano-bot encounter and we're placing bets that he's going to a propurr supurr cat one day.
Humphrey still has the Barons top hats and the Viking helmet too, and we're sure he likes wearing them in secret, yet this still has to be confirmed.
And as fur all of us, we had a big pawty before Speedy and Bunzilla departed.
And the really good news, the P.A. neffur had a clue what was happening!! MOL MOL
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The Curse of The Klepto Bunny is dedicated to the memory of our beautiful, valiant, inspiring and sometimes rather bad tempered sisfur, Posie
We'll be back on Friday with our usual slot of The Pet Parade, and we're working on several new idea's to entertain mew with, until then