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
Commander Basil
Bomber closed
the T.T.T.B. door and headed towards the bridge. “Are we all good to go?”
“Almost,”
Astrid replied in her cheery voice. “Dave and I are just conferring on the
final coordinates."
"We've decided to arrive at BBHQ in 2023 on the twenty-ninth of September at six-thirty in the evening," Dave added.
"Because," Astrid said. "We need to keep the original timeline intact."
"Fine," Bomber replied. "Let's go!"
The T.T.T.B.'s central fusion core rose up and down, and then the red telephone box vanished in a rippling swirl of light.
It was blissfully clement evening as the T.T.T.B. materialised in the woodland between Mewton-Clawson and Fuskerton.
"Astrid, just scan the area to make sure we are in the correct place and not about to be ambushed," Bomber asked.
A few moments later, she said. "Everything is tickety-boo, and what a glorious timeline this is!"
"Thank fluff for that," Shadow said.
"So now what?" Ice asked. "How are we going to get in contact with Commander Basil?"
"I've been thinking about that," Astrid said. "And I think I've got the perfect plan."
"We're listening," Bomber said.
"Well, there's a red post box that is located at the front gates, and that is attached to a mail chute that goes straight to Commander Basil's private office in the bunker," she said cheerily. "So basically, all you need to do is write a letter, sneak up to the post box, drop it in, and skedaddle tout suite."
The M-Unit exchanged glances, and Bomber said. "Yep, that could work. Anyone got a notepad and pen?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. I've got you covered," Astrid grinned as a piece of paper emerged from a slot under the main console. She tore it off and passed it to Bomber.
He read it aloud and then said. "Utterly brilliant Astrid, thanks. And who's going to be the hooded figure at the station, and where are we going to get a disguise like that?"
Astrid strode over to another cupboard, swung the door open, revealing a wardrobe stuffed to the brim with all manner of weird and wonderful garments. "I think there will be something in here that serves tonight's purpose."
"Nice," Ice grinned.
"Totally," Smoke agreed.
"So how about I go to Fuskerton station with Shadow as my backup, and you and Smoke go and deliver the letter to BBHQ?" Bomber said.
"Yep, that sounds like a plan to me," Ice replied. "Astrid, do you have anything that looks more twenty-twenty-three for us to wear over our armour, because if we turn up at BBHQ wearing this," he tapped his futuristic armour. "Alarms will start sounding for sure?" Smoke asked.
Astrid dived into the cupboard and appeared a few moments later with two black boiler suits, two white hard hats, a clipboard and a small toolbox.
"Nice. We get to dress as work cats of the twentieth century!" Ice laughed as he pulled the boiler suit over his armour. "Fits great," he grinned as he put the hard hat on. "Do I look like a normal worker cat?"
"You look hilarious!" Shadow smirked.
Ice checked the clipboard. On the back it read: So Kleen Water Services, with a few colourful flyers pinned beneath the clip on the front.
"Astrid, you think of everything," Smoke said as he looked over Ice's shoulder at the flyer.
She passed an envelope that was addressed to Commander Basil, and Bomber folded the letter, slipped it inside and sealed the envelope before passing it to Ice.
"What disguise do you have for me?" Bomber asked.
Astrid entered the cupboard again and emerged with a long trench coat and a hooded jumper. "You can wear this, put the hoodie on first, then the coat. It should cover everything and just let me get you the coordinates you need to give Commander Basil. Dave, just print off those coordinates so he arrives at the cottage about five minutes after us."
"Sure thing," Dave answered, and another piece of paper promptly emerged from the slot under the console.
Astrid tore it off and checked the coordinates: "Perfection, Dave." She handed it to Bomber and added, "So you need to be at the station ready and waiting. Just lurk in the shadows until he arrives, then give him that piece of paper."
"Hey, don't I get a disguise?" Shadow asked.
"Sure," Astrid said, and darted back into the cupboard. "You can be a railway service worker." And chucked him a bright orange boiler suit and a white hard hat with a torch on it.
Shadow grimaced, and Bomber laughed. "Well, orange is the new black dude. It suits you!"
"Shut up big brother, otherwise I'll be swapping with you, and you can wear this!" Shadow said.
"Now, now," Astrid said. "You all have a job to do, so get to it!"
Ice and Smoke ran through the dappled woodland, across a meadow and emerged onto Mewton-Clawson's Main Street and casually strolled along, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible as they walked by pretty rose-covered cottages with gardens brimming with colour and floral scents wafting in the warm evening breeze.
Even though it was after business hours, and they were looking rather official, no one paid any attention as they casually strolled past the pub with many of the village residents sitting in the beer garden supping on a pint or two of the local brew, chatting animatedly amongst each other. Ice and Smoke sauntered into the BBHQ driveway and let out a sigh of relief.
Heading straight to the distinctive red letter box on the wall next to the huge black gates, Ice whipped the envelope from the clipboard and posted it through the slot. A second later, he and Smoke heard a whooshing sound, and they grinned at each other, spun around and headed back to the T.T.T.B.
Commander Basil sat in the captain's chair at his desk, and was slowly spinning around and around as he stared at nothing in particular. It had been an incredibly boring day at BBHQ, and while he wasn't really after any drama, the tedium was getting to him.
He was just about to lock his office in the bunker and head to the main house when he heard the familiar whoosh of the mail chute and the high-pitched ding that indicated 'you have mail'.
"Oh, that's interesting," he muttered, heading back towards the mailbox. "I'm not expecting anything this evening."
Always one to err on the side of caution, Basil didn't open the box but instead walked over the plush Fursian rug back to his desk, sat down, and turned on his computer. The dual monitors sparked into life and a couple of clicks of the mouse later, the BBHQ security camera feed flicked on the screens. He clicked on the feed for the main gate camera and scrolled back through the footage, and stopped as he saw two burly figures walking onto the drive from Main Street.
Pressing play, he leaned back in his chair and watched as the black boiler suited figures wearing hard hats strolled up to the post box and posted a letter. Freezing the footage he took a good look at the two huge Maine Coon cats, one white and one silver, and stared at them, trying to recall if he'd ever seen them before. Then he took a screenshot of the grinning cats and emailed it to a contact in the F.I.B. (Field Intelligence Bureau) with a brief message; Who are these two dudes?
He waited a few minutes, and then his phone rang. Picking it up, he said. "Fuzz, what's the good news, dude?"
"Commander Basil, I just ran the photo through the F.I.B.'s facial recognition programme, plus I covertly ran it through the Cat's Intelligence Agency's database, and nothing came back at all. Those two do not exist in our dimension."
"Thanks Fuzz, I'll send your mum the usual for your services, ok? Five bags of sand*, delivered by Smooch in a couple of days."
"Thanks Commander, she'll be super happy about that, especially in this cost-of-living crisis. The Old Hall is very costly to run these days," Fuzz replied appreciatively.
"No worries, Fuzz. I'll make sure there's a bit extra to tide her over."
"You're the best commander and thank you again," Fuzz replied.
"Stay fluffy dude, until next time, over and out," Commander Basil said and hung up the phone. Tapping his claws on the desk, he pondered the possibilities as he mulled over a variety of scenarios. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him, and he headed back to the mailbox on the wall and opened it.
Leaning in, he inhaled deeply. "Smells, pretty normal," he muttered. "I can't detect any nefarious or noxious substances, but gloves might be a good idea." Reaching into a nearby drawer, he pulled out a pair of disposable gloves. Putting them on, he reached in and picked up the envelope. It read: Commander Basil. Urgent. Open Immediately.
He flipped it over and instantly recognised the embossing on the envelope flap. It was BBHQ stationary, and not just any stationary. It came from the T.T.T.B. as it had an 'A' stamped after the infamous BBHQ.
"Oh, now then, this is getting interesting," he mused. "What the fluff are those dudes doing with my stationary?"
Carefully opening the envelope, he pulled out the letter, unfolded it and began to read.
**AND CUT**
(*For those of mew who may not know what a bag of sand is, it's a grand, aka 1000 in cash.)
Guys, mew know how we roll; so many apologies once again to cut it right there, but we will say, mew'll never guess what happens next - sorry to be a supurr dreadful tease! MOL
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