**2022 RERUN** TOP SECRET~ CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES **2016 REVISITED** FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS ~ REVENGE OF THE P.I.T.H ~ Part 4

**TOP SECRET - DO NOT READ WITHOUT CLEARANCE** 

CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES 

**2016 REVISITED** 

FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

The B Team are on a hazardous and deadly mission to save Mewton-Clawson, can they do it?

Pawesome greetings supurr pals

Welcome to Part IV of our epically epic and rather explosive report ~ only available here, for your eyes only in the CFR [Classified File Room], and if mew missed our previous reports, here are the links:

Report Part One   Report Part Two   Report Part Three

Part 4

Close Encounters of the PITH-Kind

**And Action!**

I took a breath and steadied my voice before answering. "Look here mew PITH-heads, bring it on," I growled menacingly. "Mew want a war, mew've got one!"

"Mew scrawny liver-eating..."

BEEP.... BEEP.... BEEP....

"This call has been disconnected," said a robotic voice through the loudspeaker.

I stared at Snowie, then at the rest of the team. "Did mew manage to trace the call?"

"That's was odd," Snowie replied. "The line just cut out and we were five seconds from pinpointing their exact local."

"Very odd indeed," I mused. "Tell me where did the trace stop?"

"A couple of clicks away somewhere in Fuskerton," Snowie answered.

"Humphrey send out a drone and see what mew can find out, ok?"  I said quickly.

"I'm on it," Humphrey said and scooted out of the control room.

*    *    *

Meanwhile in a telephone box literally just down the road in the neighbouring village of Fuskerton, well Fuskerton East to be exact, or the Fuskerton Projects as we call it, the PITH were experiencing a few technical issues.

"This flipping, fluffing, freaking, flipping rubbish satellite phone... %@*&... *%@£!" screeched the squirrel as he bashed it against the phone box. "And stop eating those nuts Gnosher, you're driving me insane."

"Chill Ace, mew know I have to keep my nut levels up," Gnosher replied as he stared blankly out of the window. "Doctors orders."

"Why won't this confounded phone work?" Ace screeched again.

"It's pre-paid, did mew put the extra minutes on it like Dwight instructed?" Gnosher said absently. "Or if mew have some spare change, we can just call them back using the landline."

Ace's response is actually unprintable but needless to say neither phone survived.

A few moments later Gnosher said. "Ace, do we have any drones up at the moment?"

"Why?" Ace asked chewing on a Brazil nut to calm his nerves.

"No reason," Gnosher replied watching the approaching drone.

"Focus Gnosher and get a grip," Ace said icily, suddenly wondering why he'd brought the stupid squirrel with him. "Why did mew ask me about drones?"

"There's one coming in at three o'clock," Gnosher said with a goofy grin spreading over his face. "And it's so pretty with all those flashing lights on it."

Ace flipped, literally flipped. "AAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He dragged Gnosher by the tail out of the telephone box and scampered towards the forest that separated Mewton-Clawson and Fuskerton.

"I need my nuts!" Gnosher cried out as he was unceremoniously removed leaving his nuts and gun behind.

*    *    *

The drone zoomed through the sky as Humphrey followed on his ATV zipping down the narrow country lanes. He kept pulling over and stopping to watch the drones progress on the paw-held control unit. The small screen showing a birds-eye view of everything.  

He engaged the thermal camera function and heat-seeking option on the screen and the drone sped up automatically zeroing in on the first available heat source; a field full of Friesian dairy cows who were in complete ignorance of how close they'd just come to being a burger feast. After a quick recalibration, he grinned and opened a comms channel.

"Control this is Purredator One, put comms on channel two," he said. "I repeat comms on two."

"Copy that Purredator One," Snowie replied.

"Sending live data feed in three, two, one, mew should have a visual," Humphrey said.

"Copy that," Snowie said again as the drones footage appeared on screen in the control room.

"Thermal camera and heat-seeking mode engaged."

"Good job Purredator One," I said. "Now what's the good news?"

The images flashed across the screen as the drone circled above the telephone box and then headed towards the tree line about fifty yards away.

"I'm working on that part," Humphrey replied. "But I've got to go off-road now and into the forest."

"Copy that Purredator One, over and out," Snowie answered and then turned to me. "Is it really such a good idea that Humphrey's gone off the reservation on his own?"

"Mew know Humphrey, once he gets into the zone who knows what may happen," I answered thoughtfully. "Look he's not going engage eight loony PITH-heads, who are actually nuttier than a forest full of squirrels..." I thought about this some more. "But then again, he was watching the Purredator movies again last night, so him going full-on off the reservation is a high possibility right now. Just keep an eye on him ok?" 

*    *    *

Ace and Gnosher scampered deeper into the trees until they came to a small clearing.

Ace rounded on Gnosher and said. "Gimme that walnut mew freak!" 

He lunged forward and snatched the walnut from Gnosher.

"Awwwwww Ace that was my last nut until we get back to base!" Gnosher moaned as Ace jumped up the nearest tree with the big juicy nut.

Sitting high up in the branches, the two PITH-heads sat as still as two squirrels could. Ace slowly gnawed on the nut while Gnosher looked on dejectedly. After a few moments of silence Gnosher said. "Ace, I can hear that drone again."

Ace stopped eating and zoned in on the incoming drone.

"Get as close to the trunk as possible," he whispered. "There's no way we can make a run for it now, they'll bag and tag us for sure."

"I knew we should have brought a radio with us," Gnosher said.

"Well, why didn't mew?" Ace snapped.

"Because mew said we'd got the satellite phone," Gnosher replied. "But if I'd brought a radio, we could have contacted the guys and..."

Ace punched him in the mouth and growled. "Shut up imbecile."

*    *    * 

Two small blobs appeared on-screen nestled high in the trees as the thermal data streamed live to the control room. 

"Control this is Purredator One, copy?" Humphrey said.

"Copy Purredator One," Snowie replied.

"Target acquired, on-screen, purrlease advise," Humphrey inquired.

I looked at the screen and pondered the possibilities for a moment.

Amber said. "I think we should exterminate them."

I gave her a look and shook my head. "Think of the lost bounty if we do that," I replied. "We need to bring 'em back alive."

She mumbled an unspeakable under her breath and then conceded. "OK, but with my share of the bounty I'm adding a beauty parlour and spa to the bunker."

I shrugged and said. "Sure thing, whatever makes mew happy, as long as it's on level eight." 

"Purredator One this is Control," Snowie said. "Opurrations says to track only, I repeat track only. DO NOT ENGAGE."

"Copy that," Humphrey answered calmly. "Sending drone into stealth mode now." Then he added to himself, "And I'm going into full Purredator mode, total chameleon HOOAH!"

The whining noise of the small drone motor suddenly went silent as the picture continued to live stream.

*    *    *

Gnosher was rubbing his jaw as Ace peered up through the foliage. 

"Can mew here that?" Ace asked, ears pricked and on alert.

Gnosher shrugged.

"The drone... listen..." Ace instructed his rather dim comrade.

"Can't hear a thing," Gnosher replied as he listened intently.

"It's gone," Ace smirked and began to laugh. "I told mew that stupid Basil cat had cheap, substandard equipment, probably the battery failed and it crashed into the forest... stupid pussy."

The two squirrels laughed so hard, they nearly fell out of the tree.

A short while later the chuckling pair scampered through the forest towards their secret base camp.

Upon entering their camp, they noticed it was conspicuously quiet.  

"Where's the team?" Gnosher asked.

Ace scanned the trees and then pointed skywards. "Up top, let's go."

*    *    *

"Purredator One, this is Control do mew copy?"

"Affirmative Control," Humphrey said softly.

"What's the good news?" I asked.

"Control, the PITH have no idea we're still tracking them," Humphrey whispered. "I've moved closer to the forest, live streaming is not possible at this time but I'll keep mew posted, over and out."

"Control out," Snowie answered just as the control room screens went dark.

"Snowie," I said. "Humphrey seems to have the surveillance mission under control, so I'm going to take a little road trip to see our old furiend Dwight Dastardly, are mew OK here?" I asked.

Snowie nodded. "Yes and Amber's here, so I have back up."

"Good. I'll be a few hours, but any problems let me know," I said heading out of the control room. "I'll be on the long-range comms unit, channel eight if mew need me."

I'd just stepped into the corridor when Smoochie and Parsley bounded up to me.

"Basil we have the list!" Smoochie said waving a piece of paper at me.

"Give it to Amber so she can peruse it ok?" I replied.

"Where are mew going?" Parsley asked.

"I'm going to see my old pal Dwight Dastardly."

"Who?" Smooch asked as he dashed into the control room and back out again shouting instructions to Amber.

Then I remembered they weren't in on that part of the conversation, so I filled them in as we walked towards the elevator.

We descended to level four and the elevator doors pinged open. I scanned the huge garage and decided what wheels to take.

"Can we come Basil?" Smooch asked.

"Yes, can we come Basil?" Parsley asked.

In that moment I knew there was no way I was going on this mission alone.

"OK," I said. "But don't touch anything when we get there and don't say anything either, just let me do all the talking."

"Sure, absolutely, no touching and defo no talking," Smooch grinned and winked at Parsley.

"Scouts honour," Parsley concurred raising his paw in a mock-salute. 

I sighed inwardly and reached for a set of keys from the key cabinet.

"We'll take that one," I said heading towards one of my favourite vehicles.

"Yeah!" Smooch whooped and paw-bumped Parsley.

"Dude," Parsley beamed as we got into the hummer. "This vehicle is rad."

I smirked and replied. "I know."

We drove in silence most of the way to Dwight Dastardly's compound. Smooch and Parsley seemed transfixed with all the other motorists staring at us as we motored along, I mean mew'd think that peeps had never seen three cats driving a hummer before.

"Basil," Smooch finally said. "Do mew actually have a driving license?"

"Oh sure," I answered waving my paw dismissively smiling inwardly as I thought how much the license had cost me. "And I've got fully comp insurance too, mew have no idea how hard that was to get."

"I can imagine," Smooch murmured. 

"How long till we get there?" Parsley asked as he began to fidget in his seat.

"Round the next corner," I laughed.

"Really?" Parsley said.

"Yes really," I replied as we turned onto a single track lane. "It's only a few miles down here."

"Thank Bast for that," Parsley said. "I'm nearly piddling myself."

Smooch began to chuckle. "Looks like I'm not the only piddle-pants today!"

"Ha ha ha!" Parsley grumbled, then added. "But I haven't actually pee'd myself yet."

"Kittens, stop it," I ordered as we drove through the solid metal gates into the compound.

It was surrounded on three sides by dense woodland and if mew looked at it from an aerial view there was nothing for miles around, it was the perfect location for a dodgy dealer in arms and ammunitions to make a base. A double-skin chain-link fence topped with three rows of razor-wire encompassed the huge compound and at its centre was a shed the size of an aircraft hanger. Rows and rows of all models of military vehicles were lined up by type and Smooch gasped as he saw all the toys he had been dreaming of forever in the flesh, well metal.

"Basil..." he began.

"NO," I answered.

"But..." he tried again.

"NO!"

"I..."

"NO!"

"Awwwwww, mew're no fun," he mumbled.

"I told mew both, no touching and no talking," I reminded them as I parked up in front of the hanger. "Stay in the hummer and don't move." Then I added. "Parsley out, go piddle and get back in."

Parsley grinned as he clambered over Smooch and fell out of the door and raced behind the hummer.

I wandered into the hanger and headed towards the office through a myriad of artillery weapons and smaller military vehicles. The smell of diesel, petrol, engine oil and gun oil filled my nostrils and I inhaled the aroma's and grinned like a cat in a catnip factory, I loved this place. Heading along a row of second world war Wyllis jeeps I rounded the corner and admired a new batch of Alvis FV603 Saracens, making a mental note to get one asap.

"Dwight!" I called out as I approached the office which was an old, converted twenty-foot shipping container. "Dwight where are mew? It's me Basil!"

I stood listening but heard nothing. I poked my head through the door that had been cut into the side of the container but it was empty inside and a lot messier than usual.

"That's strange," I muttered and began to walk around the inside of the hanger admiring all the new tech, weapons and downright delicious ex-MOD goods that were on offer to the right buyer with the biggest pile of cash. I called out again as it seemed just too quiet, usually there were four or five yard-dudes working on the vehicles or doing whatever arms dealers usually do, enough said about that though.

There was a metallic crash behind me and I spun around to see Smooch and Parsley pretending they didn't just knock a pile of AK47's on the floor. The pair of them stared at the ceiling whistling the tune from the Great Escape and looked at anything but me.

Smooch suddenly pointed up into the gloomy rafters and opened his mouth.

"Shhhhhh!" I snapped. "What did I tell mew both, no touching and no talking."

Parsley began to jab his paw towards the ceiling, Smooch followed suit.

"Oh for all that is merciful, give me strength," I muttered and just as I was about to look up my comms unit buzzed. I tapped the headset. "Basil here."

I could hear Snowie's voice on the crackly line. "Basil, we have a situation," she began. 

"Go ahead," I replied turning my back on the two heathens.

"A package has just been delivered and it's ticking," she said her voice filled with dread.

"Recall Humphrey immediately and get the package into the bomb disposal room asap," I sighed heavily calculating how long it would take us to get back. "Wheel it in on the trolley and try not to shake it. Do not do anything else till I get back, ok?"

"Copy that, over and out," Snowie replied.

 I turned around to see Smooch and Parsley still silently staring into the rafters, waving their paws around madly.  

"Can this day get any more bizarre?" I muttered under my breath as I peered up towards the ceiling. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the gloom and then I realized what I was looking at.

"Jumping juniper berries and smoke me a kipper!" I choked out, not quite believing what I was seeing.

My comms unit buzzed again. "Basil, Humphrey's gone AWOL," Snowie said urgently.

"OH HECK!" I answered.

** And Cut **

It's that time of the post again, when we bet mew've more questions than mew can shake your tail at!

Such as:

OMC How could mew leave us hanging like that and we've got a whole day to wait?!! 

Those PITH-heads are really quite nuts, literally, how will mew deal with that?

Gnosher seems a little slow, what's his deal?

Ace seems rather unhinged and purrobably capable of anything, is he the PITH-heads leader?

Will Humphrey be ok in the forest on his own, doing recon with a stealth drone?

And speaking of stealth drones, can we get one?

Does Dwight Dastardly sell them and if so how much?

Where are Dwight and his yard-dudes?

And when did Parsley and Smooch learn sign language?

etc...

We're sure mew purrobably have many more but to be honest we can't think of any right now as a whole new really intense situation has just flared up!

Many thanks for joining us for our epic re-run of

FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

Don't forget to sneak back into the CLASSIFIED FILE ROOM next Monday for Part 5!

Until then

DON'T GO OUT OF THE GARDEN!!!

Epic purrs

Commander Basil 

& 

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**NEW YEARS RERUN** TOP SECRET~ CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES **2016 REVISITED** FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS ~ REVENGE OF THE P.I.T.H ~ Part 3

 

**TOP SECRET - DO NOT READ WITHOUT CLEARANCE** 

CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES 

**2016 REVISITED** 

FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

The B Team are on a hazardous and deadly mission to save Mewton-Clawson, can they do it?

 Wednesday greetings pawesome pals

Welcome to Part III of our epically epic and rather explosive report ~ only available here, for your eyes only in the CFR [Classified File Room], and if mew missed our previous reports, here are the links:

Report Part One   Report Part Two

Part III

BOOM, BOOM SHAKE THE BUNKER

**And Action!**

Snowie's voice crackled over the comms, "Basil fifty clicks and closing, do something!"

I stared at Smoochie. "Smooch what the fluff is happening?"

I heard the trigger click again and nothing happened.

"I'm trying Basil!" he squealed in terror.

My heart was pounding so fast and felt like a mini jackhammer trying to burst out of my chest.

Smooch squeezed the trigger again, my eyes scanned the anti-missile gun in an instant looking for why it wasn't firing and that's when I saw a small red lever on the side and yanked it down.

"Forty clicks and closing Basil!" Snowie said, her voice trembling with anxiety.

"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! For Bast's sake FIRE NOW!" I yelled as we sat there like sitting ducks in the middle of hunting season.

Smooch squeezed the trigger over and over, I could see the abject horror spreading across his little face as nothing happened again.

"Twenty clicks and closing!" Snowie said, I could hear the terror in her voice and time suddenly seemed to speed up.

I gulped as she said, "Ten clicks and closing!"

"Five clicks and closing!"

"Four clicks and closing!"

"Three clicks and closing, everypawdy brace for impact!" Snowie hollered over the comms unit.

My ear was suddenly filled with everypawdy's panicked voices and I couldn't think as I watched the missile start its downward trajectory.

Parsley suddenly popped up next to me and stared at Smooch, then at the incoming missile blazing towards Mewton-Clawson and then at the huge gun.

"Two clicks and closing!" Snowie screamed.

Parsley sprung into action and began to pump the little red lever up and down. 

"Smooch fire now," he said quickly.

Smooch adjusted the aim and squeezed the trigger over and over.

The ground rocked beneath our paws as four shells blasted skywards one after the other leaving us in an acrid grey gun-smoke smog and tasting bitter cordite as they zoomed towards the approaching missile.

"Basil one click and closing!" Snowie screamed louder than I ever thought possible.

A nano-second later...

I fell to the ground and clamped my paws over my ears, Parsley and Smooch followed suit diving next to me and we huddled in a tight, furry ball.

The sky lit up like the fourth of July, not that we have the fourth of July here but I can't think of another more suitable simile right now. 

Heat radiated down from the colossal fireball for a few moments and then dissipated just as quickly. Luckily all four shells had exploded along with the missile and even more fortunately any detritus had been vapourised in the explosion it was that hot.

I took a breath and rolled over on the cool grass, letting my intense tension slip into the soft earth and said a brief prayer of thanks to Bast.

Suddenly my comms unit crackled. "Basil, are mew all OK?" Snowie asked. "What the fluff happened?"

"All OK," I breathed heavily. "The gun wouldn't wurk."

Parsley pressed his lips together and gulped. He tentatively raised his paw and said. "That would be my fault."

I stared wide-eyed at him and he continued.

"Mew remember the bazooka incident?" Parsley said sheepishly.

Smooch began to grin as he remembered it all too well. "Great times," he murmured.

I nodded in agreement at Parsley's statement and tried to ignore Smooch's, keeping my expression neutral.

"Well aftur we nearly blew a hole in the bunker wall, I thought it would be prudent to make sure that something like that or worse didn't happen again," he paused briefly and gulped again. "So I fitted a primer switch to all the weapons that could cause the most damage if accidentally set off."

Smooch stared in disbelief and cuffed him round the ear as he said, "That's why the gun didn't fire, I thought it was me. Mew nearly made me wet myself, oh wait a minute I did!"

Parsley nodded. "I forgot until I came up top and saw which gun it was, Basil I'm so sorry," he said softly. "I nearly got us all blown up trying to do the right thing."

I pondered this for a moment, then said, "Dude, the good news is mew got here in time, saw the problem and solved it before total disaster struck. The bad news is, mew need to go and write me a list and take of photo of every weapon that mew've altered like right now with a description of how to fire it after your modification and let us all have a copy on the double, as we're in a Defcon one situation and we can't be having a close shave like that again because our equipment isn't working how it should."

"Parsley dude," Smooch said. "I'll come with and help ok?" then he added. "I need a quick wash first before mew lot start calling me piddle-pants."

Parsley sighed and nodded.

I watched as he and Smooch headed towards the bunker door behind the summer house and I said to Snowie. "Snowie get effurypurdy else into the control room now. Oh and leave C.J. on level eight with Horice, I'm sure he's really enjoying the downtime and a few niptini's."



"Copy that Basil!" she answered. "And can I turn this blasted red light off it's giving me a headache?"

"Sure," I replied with a smile.

A few minutes later we were all assembled.

"Guys, we've had some close calls," I began. "But today was a little out there, obviously I wasn't expecting the PITH-heads to attack quite so soon but they did and this shows us exactly what we're up against. And I certainly didn't know that young Parsley had been modifying the weapons either."

There was a collective sigh as we let the last fifteen minutes of high tension slip away.

"Basil," Humphrey began. "That was some serious attack, these PITH-heads really mean business and after their first attack failed I can only imagine what they're cooking up."

"Yeah!" said Amber. "We need to go on the defensive like yesterday."

"Indeed," I agreed. "Posie did mew find anything out in the cloud?"

"Not really," she answered. "But I did see a serial number on the missile if that will help?"

Amber said, "Tell me quickly."

Posie gave her the serial number and Amber began typing on the nearest keyboard. 

"Searching all databases now," she said. "OK, it was a short-range pre-programmed missile readily available on the black market and Dark Web, however this one was of unknown origin which is highly suspect. Where on earth would they get an unmarked missile within such a short space of time?"

I thought about this for a moment and then it hit me like a wet fish around the chops. "I know exactly where they'd get something like that," I said through gritted teeth.

My four fur-sibs stared at me with expectant faces.

"Dwight Dastardly!" I snarled.

"Who the fluff is Dwight Dastardly?" came the collective question.

"He's a dodgy dealer in arms and ammunitions," I said. "Whatever mew want, he can get it as long as mew've got a big enough bank balance."

 The room fell silent as the implications of the PITH-heads having an arsenal to be reckoned with sank in.

"That's seriously bad news dude," Humphrey said.

"Mew have no idea," I replied. "I've used his services myself in the past when I needed stuff that I couldn't get legit and he always delivered."

"Oh flip!" Amber breathed.

"Yep," I replied.

"That's where mew got most of the stuff for the bunker isn't it?" Snowie said as the realization sank in.

I nodded.

"And that means that the PITH-heads have probably got a full inventory of our armoury now?" Amber added.

I nodded again. "Highly likely."

"OH *&@&!" Humphrey cursed. "Can this day get any worse?"

Just then the bunkers private telephone began to ring. Snowie jumped off the chair and headed to the comms station.

"Put it on the loudspeaker and use the bogus business name when mew answer," I said quickly. "And no-purrdy make a sound."

"Welcome to the Cats Whiskers Holistic Health Retreat, this is Suki how may I help mew?" Snowie said sweetly.

"Cut the fluff kitty!" a voice growled through the speaker. "And get me Basil Widdairs right now otherwise mew'll be getting another surprise!"

"Let me put mew on hold just one second while I redirect your call," Snowie continued in her sweetest tone.

She pushed a button and put the PITH-head on hold before saying, "What the fluff do we do now? Those maggots have even got our private unlisted number."

I didn't have time to stall, so I said. "Start the trace and put him on the loudspeaker now."

Snowie pushed the trace button and released the hold button.

"This is Basil Widdairs," I said. "What do mew want?"

A malevolent laugh rang out. "Mew have no idea how long I've waited to hear your voice and now I can tell mew exactly how I'm going to ruin your life once and for all."

** And Cut **

It's that time of the post again, when we bet mew've more questions than mew can shake your tail at!

Such as:

OMC How could mew leave us hanging like that... Again!

Jeez, young Parsley nearly caused a total wipe-out, how come mew didn't know he'd been tinkering with the weapons on the sly?

What's C.J. and Horice up to?

Surely with C.J. being Primo Director of the F.I.B. he wouldn't really be getting off his chops on a beach on level 8, especially at a time like this would he?

Are there any pedalo's or lilo's on the oasis in level 8?

Who is this Dwight Dastardly purrson?

Can we get his number?

Does he sell tanks?

Do mew think he'd sell us one?

etc...

We're sure mew probably have many more but to be honest we can't think of any right now as a whole new headache has just turned up.

Many thanks for joining us for our epic re-run of

FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

Don't forget to sneak back into the CLASSIFIED FILE ROOM for Part IV later in the week.

Until then

DON'T GO OUT OF THE GARDEN!!!

Epic purrs

Commander Basil 

& 

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