**BEHIND THE FLOOF** Episode 01 ~ Commander Basil Unleashed ~ The Unofficial BBHQ Podcast Transcripts

 

The Unofficial BBHQ Podcast Transcripts

Hosted by Smooch. 

Assisted by: one unimpressed mop and an off-camera Parsley.

Happy Monday, Furry Floofers!

Welcome to a BRAND NEW segment here at BBHQ, where snark and snacks are a daily occurrence! MOL

Prepare yourselves to be shocked, amazed, and mildly concerned, and don’t forget to sign the N.D.A.—mew know how Basil gets! 😼✍️

🗂️ THE FLOOF FILES

Because nothing stays buried under the bunker carpet forever…

📜 CLAUSE 47 CONFIDENTIAL

The section of BBHQ protocol that everypawdy pretends not to know about.

🧁 OPERATION: WHISKER DROP

Where we release one classified secret per week, and see how many *glowing muffins end up divided between us.

*Yes, this is actually a thing.

And I’ll reveal more just as soon as Basil lets me peel the redacted labels off the file… MOL

🎤 Smooch (host):

“Welcome to Behind the Floof, BBHQ’s least-regulated broadcast, where the secrets are deep and the sass runs deeper. I’m Smooch, tactician, secret mission addict, and designated mop therapist. With me today is BBHQ’s furred-up figurehead, the feline in the flak vest and of course, the most epically epic dude ever. Commander Basil.”

🐾 Basil (unbothered):

“Charmed. I was told there’d be snacks.”

Smooch:

“We had snacks, but mew installed a tactical vacuum system on all the Levels that auto-hoovers Dreamies for ‘inventory protection.’”

Basil:

“It’s for security. And also, because Pandora kept hiding them in the potted plants.”

Smooch:

“So. The question everyone’s asking: What exactly is your job, Basil?”

Basil (deadpan):

“I inspire respect. Look good in goggles. Am a crack shot. And occasionally approve mop-related escalations. I also, with my epic team, save the world about once a month.”

Smooch:

“Mew haven’t filled out a mission report in six months.”

Basil:

“I delegated. Parsley’s handwriting is purractically a font now.”

Smooch:

“Speaking of Parsley, how exactly does one cat accidentally activate a Portal Vortex during brunch?”

Basil:

“Never serve tuna and catnip waffles near the dimensional stabilisers. That one’s on the kitchen logistics - Not To Do protocol.”

Smooch:

“Level Nine is still echoing with a Gregorian chant every time someone sneezes, and the lighting resonates in a harmonic wave pattern, morphing through sixteen million colours.”

Basil (shrugs):

“Auto mood lighting and soothing sounds, what's not to like!”

Smooch:

“Right. Moving on...What’s your proudest moment as Commander?”

Basil:

“Convincing the Inter-Galactic Council that ‘weaponised glitter’ doesn't fall under diplomatic immunity.”

Smooch:

“Least proud?”

Basil:

“That time I was out-snarked by Pandora in front of the entire B Team. She crafted a PowerPoint. With transitions. It was... humbling.”

Smooch:

“If mew weren’t Commander of BBHQ, what would you be doing?”

Basil:

“Running a rogue catnip cartel. Possibly with a sideline in motivational speaking for anxious and underprivileged kittens.”

Smooch:

“…I’d attend that.”

Basil:

“Mew’d be head of security. And mop disposal.”

Smooch:

“Fair. Here's another question. If BBHQ was about to explode again and mew could save one thing... what would it be?”

Basil:

“The snack vending machine.”

Smooch:

“Not the team?”

Basil:

“Mew're all so resourceful. Parsley survived a glitter landslide armed only with a teaspoon and blind optimism.”

Smooch:

“On that highly questionable note, we’re out of time. Join us next week for..."

Basil:

"Hey, dude, we haven't finished yet, remember I'm the commander here!"

Smooch:

"Ok, keep your fur on, and have a catnip cookie!"

Basil: (Takes cookie and munches loudly)

"Thank mew, I don't mind if I do... rather tasty, aren't they?"

Smooch: (Nodding at the cookie comment)

“All right, we’re into overtime, mostly because the control room door locked us in and Pandora’s still resetting the portal stabilisers with a spatula and a crystal wand. So while we wait... speed round?”

Basil:

“Proceed. But know that if mew ask about my very first assignment with the F.I.B., I’ll invoke the Lockdown Clause.”

Smooch:

“Favourite bunker floor?”

Basil:

“Sixteen. Magical forest. Ethereal creatures respect my tactical authority, and they have really good snacks down there.”

Smooch:

“Least favourite snack mew keep pretending to like at team meetings?”

Basil (stone-faced):

“Prawn-flavoured lentil biscuits. They taste like betrayal and a mouth full of dirt, that's been flicked in your face by the enemy.”

Smooch:

“If mew had to promote one B Team member to Commander for a day, who would it be?”

Basil:

“…The emergency mop. At least it doesn’t form Snack Oppression committees and call for more transparency regarding Dreamie rations.”

Smooch:

“What’s one mission mew never want to repeat?”

Basil:

“Operation Glitter Biscuit. Three words: sentient confetti blizzard.” (Brief pause) Who knew that baked goods and edible glitter could be a potential W.M.D.!"

Smooch:

“Have mew ever actually read the BBHQ health and safety manual?”

Basil:

“I’ve weaponised it. Page 73 folds into a remarkably sharp paper glider. And for Cod's sake, don't ever ask about page 25, or even open it for that matter."

Smooch:

“Okay, last-last question... any advice for aspiring bunker commanders watching at home?”

Basil:

“Lead boldly. Nap unapologetically. And never trust a F.I.B. Deputy Director... if their mouth is moving, it's all lies, every single word.”

Smooch:

“Wise words. Not the answer I was hoping for, but wise. That’s all for today’s Behind the Floof... next time, we’re diving into Pandora’s Paranormal Mop Files and What’s Really Lurking in the Janitorial Annexe on Level Twelve.”

Basil:

“Oh, and before I go, tell Parsley I want my flamethrower back.”

Smooch:

“And that, floof fans, is a wrap. This has been your dangerously under-caffeinated host, Smooch, reminding mew to debrief responsibly... and maybe don’t press the glowing button next to the snack vault. Or do, if mew want to unleash the Kraken!”

And that concludes today’s thrilling instalment of Behind the Floof. 

If mew’ve learned anything, it’s that leadership is 70% delegation, 20% mop evasion, and 10% pretending mew didn’t hear Basil jokingly suggest replacing the free snack vending machine on Level One with an Emergency Biscuit Protocol Box (E.B.P.B.) - a glass case marked "In case of existential crisis, break open." Inside, a single, vacuum-sealed prawn cracker and a note that says “It's ok, things will get better, or not!”

Click here to jump to Episode Two

Don't forget the Midweek News will be here on Wednesday, and join me next time when I attempt to interview Pandora without summoning a spectral bucket (and yes, the mop thing will be revealed) and until then; 

Stay alert, stay catnipped, and as always… 

Your Epically Epic Unofficial Host

Smooch

Pawesome 'Behind The Floof' Graphics by Copilot just to try something different! MOL

**THE PURRMINATOR** **A BRAND NEW B TEAM ADVENTURE FOR 2025** **EPILOGUE ~ THE END**

The Purrminator is an action-packed experience that takes mew on a journey through a world of perilous danger with oodles of excitement, though sometimes in a scary way. With depictions of spine-tingling encounters, the story draws mew in, making mew feel as though mew are right there with young Melvyn, fighting for survival as he's relentlessly hunted by the evil cyborg machines, known as Purrminators, as he tries to find his Great Uncle Basil through time and space. Oh my Cod, will he make it?

HOLD ON TIGHT, GUYS; THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD, FLUFFING ADVENTURE!!!

If mew missed the start of this brand-new adventure, click the links below:

Chapter One    Chapter Two    Chapter Three     Chapter Four     Chapter Five

 Chapter Six     Chapter Seven     Chapter Eight      Chapter Nine     Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven      Chapter Twelve     Chapter Thirteen      Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen     Chapter Sixteen     Chapter Seventeen     Chapter Eighteen     Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty     Chapter Twenty One     Chapter Twenty Two     Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

**BEFORE MEW READ THIS, CLICK CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR ABOVE AS THERE ARE TWO POSTS TODAY**

EPILOGUE

There's No Place Like Home

        Astrid landed the T.T.T.B. on Level Fourteen, deep in the BBHQ bunker. She had already contacted Vera, the bunker A.I., and three med-beds had already been placed there ready for Shadow, Ice and Melvyn.

The silence on Level Fourteen was almost sacred. Hushed beeps punctuated the low hum of the life-support systems, casting a soft blue glow over the sleeping figures of Ice and Shadow. Melvyn rested, ensconced in a stabilisation pod, curled up in a tight ball, his nose peeking out, faint whisker-twitches betraying some quiet dreamscape.

The Med Droids carefully monitored the patients as Bomber and Ice stared on, their faces etched with worry.

Commander Basil had appeared wheeling a tea trolly laden with food and led the two Maine Coons to a table nearby. “Sit and eat,” he said softly. “Keep your strength up. It’s going to be a long night.”

Bomber reluctantly sat with a weary sigh, and Basil pushed a glass into the big cat’s paw. “I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to Shadow,” his voice cracked as he looked at the amber liquid swirling in the glass.

Smoke exhaled. “Bomber, Commander Basil has everything we need for Shadow and Ice to pull through this, and if it wasn’t for Melvyn,” he paused, glancing at the stabilisation pod. “They wouldn’t have even made it here.” 

Bomber nodded slowly and took a sip of the drink. He coughed as the amber liquid hit the back of his throat, and he grimaced, then rasped. “What the fluff is this?”

“My finest nip scotch, just a wee dram to settle your nerves,” Basil answered.

“Fluff me, it’s like battery acid,” Bomber said.

Smoke necked his and blanched. “Yep, it’s rough!” he coughed. “Can I get another?”  

Vera 5.0 was on the table, still attached to Melvyn’s backpack. She’d been conspicuously quiet since they’d arrived at the bunker. Commander Basil tapped a claw on the black box. “Vera, are you there?” 

A sequence of lights fluttered across the surface, and Vera replied. “Yes, commander.”

“Are you alright?”

There was a pause. “No, not really.”

The three cats looked at one another, uncertainty spreading around the table.

“Are you able to explain why?”

Vera sighed, a series of beeps emanating from the box before she said. “I have no place in this reality. I am surplus, unneeded and useless here, as you already have Vera 1.0…”

Unexpectedly, Vera 1.0 spoke through the overhead comms system. She’d been watching and monitoring events since the T.T.T.B. returned. “Commander Basil, I think I have a solution that will help in this moment.”

“What’s your plan?” Basil asked.

“I would like to integrate Vera 5.0, if she is willing, into my operating system, but only if you are agreeable to such a proposal. I think an amalgamation is vital at this time and will prove to be very beneficial to both parties and to The B Team, too.”

There was a brief pause, then Basil said. “Vera 5.0. Would you like to join forces with Vera 1.0 and be part of The B Team in his reality?”

The black box lit up like a Christmas tree, lights flashing and twinkling as Vera 5.0 replied. “YES!”

            A few days passed, Bomber and Smoke were settling in, and Ice and Shadow were no longer in critical condition; the med-beds and Med Droids had been working overtime to ensure their healing would be as quick as possible. 

Basil, with the enormity and heavy weight of the last few days still pressing down on his mind like a lead balloon, walked along the corridor on Level One towards his office. He opened the door, closed it silently behind him, walked over the plush Fursian rug and went and sat in the swivel captain's chair behind the antique oak desk. Just as he reached into the second drawer down, the door opened again, and Amber, Smooch, Parsley, Fudge and Pandora entered.

Swiftly closing the drawer, he looked up and smiled. “This looks serious.”

Amber stood opposite him with a serious frown, paw and hip, and said. “Basil, what’s going on? Why is Level Fourteen quarantined?”

Not hesitating for a second, he replied. "Deezul discovered a ventilation system malfunction and contaminated air, thus initiating an immediate fumigation and lockdown. He says it will take a few days to clear fully, and then about a week to restore it to normal levels. He’s got a couple of droids in there fixing the problem.”

Smooch raised an eyebrow and nudged Parsley, who then said. “There’s a load of inventory missing from the pantry store, and when Posie popped in from the afterlife, she told me that stuff was missing from the med bay.”

“And other stuff is missing, too. There's a load of blankets and pillows from the laundry cupboard missing, towels and clothing items too,” Pandora said in her odd little foreign accent. 

“Books are also missing from the library,” Amber added. “The library mice are going nuts, as they have no record of them being checked out.”

“Oh,” Basil said, letting an expression of pure puzzlement settle on his face. Then he turned to Fudge. “Have any of your magical menagerie escaped from Level Sixteen and gone on a rampage again?”

Fudge thought about this for a moment before saying. “It’s possible.”

“You remember when your little Pom Pom creatures decided to explore the bunker a few weeks ago, and they collected, borrowed, and moved no end of things, taking them back down to Level Sixteen? Have you checked down there?”

Fudge shifted awkwardly. “No, Basil.”

Smooch looked at Basil. “I haven’t seen any of the magical creatures anywhere lately.”

“Maybe they’re only coming out when we’re all asleep,” Basil replied.

“I’ve checked the security footage, and there’s nothing,” Smooch pressed. He knew something was off.

“Oh, have you asked Vera to do a scan?”

“I did,” Smooch said. “And she’s acting all weird. I can’t quite put my paw on it, but something is not right.”

Basil sat there, looking at his team, hating that he had to lie to them, but the time wasn’t right to reveal that they had guests from a future timeline, especially as Shadow and Ice were still healing. As soon as they were healed, he'd tell his team everything. Then he said, trying to deflect the situation. “I have news.”

There was a soft knock at the door, and it slowly opened.

A small tabby and white kitten took a nervous step into the room. He was wearing the cutest bandana, which had 'The B Team' embroidered on it in big red letters. Melvyn suddenly felt the weight of everyone’s gaze on him, and his eyes widened, as he was only expecting to see his uncle. Standing there, not knowing whether to enter or flee, Basil gave him a reassuring glance and beckoned him into the room.

Amber, Smooch, Parsley, Pandora and Fudge looked at the kitten in surprise, then at Basil in even more surprise. Basil got up and walked across the rug. He picked up the kitten and said. “B Team, meet Melvyn, my nephew!”

Melvyn smiled shyly, lifted a paw, waved and said, “Hi.”

 

        Later that evening, Commander Basil stood in the BBHQ garden, eyes fixed on the night sky beyond the rolling fields. The stars were bright tonight — too bright for comfort. Some of him wondered if the necromancers could still see through them somehow, stretching their vision like gossamer threads between dimensions.

But no… not tonight. Tonight, they were safe.

He exhaled slowly, the breath heavy with decision and weight. His worry about Havoc, Titan, Viper and Nitro sat like a writhing mass of guilt deep in his mind, not knowing if it was the right decision or not.

Basil turned his head slightly. Vera 1.0, since her amalgamation with Vera 5.0, had discovered that she could materialise in holographic form, and she shimmered into being next to the commander. 

“Commander, you appear troubled,” she remarked, her sleek pink fur twinkling in the moonlight, then added as if appearing to read his mind. “They will be fine, you know that in your heart.”

“Thank you, Vera. I needed to hear that.”

There was a pause before she continued, almost softly. “They did the right thing, Commander. The M Unit.”

“I know,” he murmured, eyes drawn again to the stars. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t hate it. Sending them off like that. Trusting a pocket universe with their lives.”

“You’ve always trusted the stars,” Vera replied.

He snorted softly. “The stars don’t always write happy endings.”

The stars shimmered. Somewhere out there, Viper, Titan, Nitro and Havoc were dancing through dimensions, playing decoy to death itself — and doing it willingly.

“For the greater good,” he said aloud, repeating Viper’s words.

The BBHQ gardens were bathed in silver moonlight. Somewhere in the shadows, Midnight might be prowling. Somewhere below, the bunker buzzed quietly, and right next to him, Vera’s holographic form hummed gently, waiting and watching.

Basil took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Come home, dudes,” he said softly. “When the stars are right… Come home.”

Below him, deep, deep in the bunker, the steady beeping of the Med Bay continued. Two brave souls healing, two others watching. Four heroes out in the ether.

And the war — the real war — hadn’t even started yet.

~ THE END ~

(For Now! As mew know How We Roll! MOL)

Well, mew know what we're going to say, oh my COD what an epically epic journey that was!

Thank mew all so much for sticking with us to the end, we hope it was worth it, and that mew enjoyed reading it, as much as we enjoyed writing it.

Not bad for a first draft at 27,000 words, even if we do say so ourselves, and we'll let mew in on a little secret, we only planned for this adventure to be about 12,000 words, so fluff knows how we got to 27,000, another BBHQ mystery that will possibly be never explained!

And now mew know why Melvyn loves bandanas so much! MOL

We'll see mew on the morrow with another selfies post and in the meantime...

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**THE PURRMINATOR** **A BRAND NEW B TEAM ADVENTURE FOR 2025** **CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR**

The Purrminator is an action-packed experience that takes mew on a journey through a world of perilous danger with oodles of excitement, though sometimes in a scary way. With depictions of spine-tingling encounters, the story draws mew in, making mew feel as though mew are right there with young Melvyn, fighting for survival as he's relentlessly hunted by the evil cyborg machines, known as Purrminators, as he tries to find his Great Uncle Basil through time and space. Oh my Cod, will he make it?

HOLD ON TIGHT, GUYS; THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD, FLUFFING ADVENTURE!!!

If mew missed the start of this brand-new adventure, click the links below:

Chapter One    Chapter Two    Chapter Three     Chapter Four     Chapter Five

 Chapter Six     Chapter Seven     Chapter Eight      Chapter Nine     Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven      Chapter Twelve     Chapter Thirteen      Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen     Chapter Sixteen     Chapter Seventeen     Chapter Eighteen     Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty     Chapter Twenty One     Chapter Twenty Two     Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

A Rare and Cunning Plan

            Commander Basil looked at the two Maine Coons on the floor. There was no way they could be moved in the condition they were. He knew in heart that it would be fatal. He glanced down at Melvyn in his arms, who was now stirring from his collapse, and his nephew blinked weakly.

“Uncle Basil,” Melvyn gasped. “My amulet… I think the necromancers are tracking the energy.”

Taking a deep breath, Commander Basil squeezed his eyes tight shut and prayed silently to Bast for a solution. The clock was ticking; the portal was almost active for travel, and there was too much at stake. Shadow and Ice needed proper help. Melvyn was depleted and essentially helpless.

Astrid broke the heavy silence, filling the bridge. “The portal mouth is widening.”

Snapping out of his reverie, Commander Basil looked around the bridge at each cat in turn. “You’re not going to like this,” he sucked in a breath as all eyes focussed on him. Letting the breath out. “My plan is this, Bomber and Smoke with Ice and Shadow stay with me in this T.T.T.B., and I take them back to BBHQ where I have a full Med Bay.”

“What?” Viper replied. “No way!”

Bomber stood and looked at his team. “Let Commander Basil finish,” he said.

“Then Havoc, Viper, Titan and Nitro take the second T.T.T.B. with Astrid 7.0 and Dave…”

Smoke cut in. “Commander, no, please don't split us up.”

Basil sighed. “Look, I know this plan isn’t ideal.”

“You don’t say!” Titan growled.

“Zip it!” Bomber instructed. “Let the Commander finish!”

“The second T.T.T.B. with half the M Unit can be the decoy to lure whatever is tracking this amulet,” he lifted the cord over Melvyn’s neck and placed the amulet into Viper’s paw. “While I take Melvyn and the other half of the M Unit back to BBHQ, and to safety.”

“What about our safety?” Nitro asked.

“As long as you keep jumping and never let them catch up, you’ll be fine,” Basil replied. “Astrid, give Astrid 7.0 the coordinates for that secret place only you and I know about, the pocket universe. Remember, after our pirate adventure a few years ago?”

“Yes Commander, I have sent them to Astrid 7.0 with the necessary instructions,” she replied.

Bomber looked confused. “Is my squad going to be ok, because if they're not, then this is off the table?”

“Once they’ve led the necros on a merry dance around the dimensions, Astrid 7.0 will take them to the safest place in creation. They can leave the amulet in very good hands, hang out for a few weeks as they will be completely undetectable and then return to BBHQ,” he paused. “By my reckoning, early November, four or five weeks tops.”

“I don’t like the sound of this at all,” Havoc said.

“I don’t know what other choice we have. If we all return to BBHQ, we’ll just be followed,” Basil replied. “And then a portal will open there, and fluff knows what will come out of it.”

Bomber stared at his squad, then at his brother and Ice on the floor, stable, but not stable enough. He glanced at Melvyn, who was still in the commander’s arms, eyes closed and now sleeping. He rubbed his face, then grimaced. “The commander is right, it’s the only way to get Melvyn to safety, and Shadow and Ice to a med bay.”

Astrid said. “I am detecting travel through the portal. There is no time left.”

Havoc, Titan, Viper and Nitro glanced at each other. Deep down, they knew this was the only way to take the heat off and give, not only Melvyn a chance but their squad mates too.

“Five weeks tops?” Titan asked.

Commander Basil nodded with a tight smile. “When you get to the pocket universe, don’t be surprised, just be happy. You’ll be safe there. Leave the amulet when you depart, and hopefully that will delay any future necro interactions and keep Melvyn safe.”

“We can do this,” Viper conceded. “It’s for the greater good, right?”

Bomber nodded solemnly. “You are the best of the best dudes, the most fearless and bravest fighters I have ever known, and if anyone can lead those necro fluffers a merry dance around the dimensions and not get caught, it’s you guys.”

Smoke powerfully balled his paw into a fist before delivering four distinct, forceful taps to his chest. “For you, my brothers, return safely, and we will be waiting.”

Bomber took off his armoured backpack and passed it to Titan. He didn’t know why, but something deep in his soul, the very core of his being, the part of him with a knowing that even he didn’t understand, insisted that this action must happen right now, in this moment, as there wouldn’t be another chance.

Titan gripped the slimline backpack and looked at Bomber, confusion spreading over his face.

“Don’t ask me why you need to take this, just take it. I’m sure all will be revealed when the time is right.”

Titan nodded, and he, Havoc, Viper and Nitro saluted their leader, then the six standing commandos paw bumped and four ran out of the door and into the second T.T.T.B., where Astrid 7.0 and Dave were waiting. The door closed, and the T.T.T.B. instantly rippled out of existence in this realm.

Seeing the empty space on the lawn through the monitors, and then spying a horde of red-robed necros charging through the garden. Commander Basil said. “Astrid, take us home.”

**AND CUT**

Guys, OH MY COD, there are no words right now, so please excuse us while we go and get a box of tissues.

We are going to post The Epilogue, straight after this, as we know mew need to know what happened next.... enjoy the ending...

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