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Thursday, 6 March 2025

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

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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!!!

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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

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Chapter Sixteen

Now There’s A Plan

              “What’s the date?” Shadow asked.

“It is March the third at three thirty-three in the afternoon,” Astrid replied.

“That’s a lot of threes,” Havoc noticed. “Is that for a reason?”

“No,” Dave said. “It’s just the way it happened.”

“Are you sure?” Vera pressed with concern. “It seems a little too three-full for my liking.”

“It’s fine,” Astrid said dismissively, getting up and placing Melvyn back on the chair. She passed him a juice box and popped the straw for him. “You’ll really like this. It’s catnip and kumquat, delicious!”

Bomber stood and paced the plush T.T.T.B. lounge area. “So now what?”

Shadow, Smoke, and Ice looked at one another.

“I’ve got an idea,” Shadow mused.

All eyes were on him as he stood up and addressed his squad mates. “Well, if we’re in the right timeline and correct dimension to find Commander Basil,” he paused briefly. “Then we should hop to twenty-twenty three, contact The B Team and see what comes of it.”

“Why don’t we just go there and deliver Melvyn?” Titan asked.

“Good point,” Nitro agreed.

“Very true,” Bomber concurred. “However, I see Shadow is trying to make sure that Melvyn ends up in the right paws, and if we go barging in there and they are not The B Team we’re looking for, it could all go to hell in a handbasket faster than you could blink.”

“Exactly,” Viper said. “Better to have a little bit of distance while we scope things out.”

“Absolutely,” Ice replied. “Shall we make a plan, then?”

The M Unit all nodded and went into a huddle as they thrashed out a plan.

Astrid looked at Melvyn, whose eyes were drooping. She lifted him and placed him gently on one of the sofas, covering him with a super soft wooly blanket. She hissed at The M Unit and indicated for them to follow her.

On the bridge, she said. “I like your plan, and Dave likes it too, don’t you, Dave?”

“Totally top paw,” Dave said. “Astrid and I have been running scenarios for you.”

“Excuse me,” Vera’s voice interrupted through the comms speakers. “Who’s been running the scenarios?”

“Vera,” Astrid sighed. “We’ve all been running the scenarios. Don’t get picky.”

“Astrid,” Vera seethed. “Just remember who programmed you.”

“Oh hell no, we aren’t going there just because you feel sidelined and left out!” Astrid retorted.

The M Unit backed away from the verbal A.I. skirmish towards the cupboard where the necro was still trapped in the anti-magic box.

Bomber looked at his squad and said. “We’ll unload here, then me, Ice, Smoke and Shadow will take the T.T.T.B. to twenty-twenty-three, drop a note at BBHQ for Commander Basil to meet us at a nearby location.”

“Then we can tell him his great, great, great nephew needs help and see where it goes from there,” Shadow finished.

“Exactly,” Bomber replied. “And that way we can scope things out and make sure that it is the correct place for us to leave Melvyn, where he is safe, secure and protected.”

“Then we’ll go and hunt all the necromancers down and eliminate them, along with their pet Purrminators!” Viper grinned maliciously.

“Now there’s a plan!” Smoke chuckled.

“Hooah!” The M Until roared in unison.

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            The necro in the box in the cupboard weakened magically, physically and mentally clutched the red amulet tightly in his hand until his knuckles were white. He’d been silently assessing the anti-magic crate to determine if there were any flaws in the design that would enable him to escape, but so far, he had discovered none. The clock was ticking, and he was fully aware that his time in this physicality was on a countdown.

Abruptly, he heard voices and craned to hear what was being said, but all he could hear was mumble mumble mumble great, mumble mumble mumble safe, mumble mumble mumble hunt, mumble mumble mumble Purrminators… etc…

Knowing that his time was short, a crazy idea popped into his head. He knew if he could get free of the box, things could be altered.

So he did the only thing he could and screamed.

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            “Shush!” Bomber hissed, as the rest of his squad fell silent.

Ice looked at the cupboard, saying. “It’s the necro. He’s probably realised that it’s over for him.”

“Who get’s the honour?” Nitro queried. “Blaze was like my brother…”

Bomber exhaled. “Blaze was our brother from another muther, and he will get his justice today.”

“Hooah!” came the roar.

“But first, let’s put the first plan in action and get to Commander Basil,” Bomber instructed. “Now somebody go and stun that thing into silence.”

Havoc was nearest the door, and he said. “It’ll be my pleasure.” He strode off as he pulled a small blaster off a rip-patch on his armour.

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Back on the bridge, Astrid and Vera were still bickering while Dave remained silent.

Bomber cleared his throat as he approached Astrid. “Could we interject a moment?”

Astrid huffed, Vera sighed, and Dave remained conspicuously quiet. “What?” Astrid blurted, rounding on the giant cat.

“We’ve got a plan,” Bomber replied.

“Oh yes, that,” Vera said.

“Yes, we heard the plan and we like it,” Astrid agreed. “When do you want to implement it?”

“Immediately,” Bomber said. “Let’s get everyone outside and find a safe place to be while I, Smoke, Shadow and Ice head off. We shouldn’t be gone long.” He paused, then added. “We’ll set the return coordinates to arrive back here fifteen minutes after we originally left.”

“Good thinking,” Dave said. “Then there won’t be any time paradoxes to cause anymore mayhem.”

“Exactly,” Bomber said.

Within thirty minutes, Havoc and Titan located an unoccupied cottage near Fuskerton Station. Melvyn was sitting on Shadow’s shoulder as they walked across a meadow to the rear of the cottage.

“Wow, this is green,” Shadow said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much green in my life!”

Titan said. “It’s incredible. I never knew a place could feel so tranquil.”

“Dudes, we’re used to seeing dead and destroyed planets, and even our own dimension was ruined and nothing but a sea of desolate grey,” Smoke said as he looked at the rolling countryside. “It’s incredible here!”  

After Melvyn with Vera still attached to his bag were tucked up on the sofa in the quaint cottage, the stunned necro in the box was left outside in the rear garden and Titan, Havoc, Nitro and Viper split into two teams, one inside and one outside as their brief vigil began and their squad mates headed back to the T.T.T.B.  

Titan turned towards Havoc and said. “We can interrogate the necro for the next twenty minutes or so.”

“Great idea,” Havoc grinned. “I’ll get my blaster warmed up!”

**AND CUT**

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Guys, mew know how we roll, and we're getting so close to the end now.... only a pawful of chapters to go.

If mew would like to read Chapter Seventeen, let us know in the comments.

Don't forget to check out yesterday's Midweek News, and Amber will be here tomorrow with another totally pawesome book review.

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Tuesday, 20 February 2024

CHAPTER SIXTEEN ~ HALLOWEEN STORY TIME **CLAWS OF TERROR** A BRAND NEW BASIL AND THE B TEAM ADVENTURE FOR 2024

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Claws of Terror is an action-packed and immersive adventure that takes mew on a journey through a world of danger and excitement. With vivid and detailed descriptions of the intense battles and spine-tingling encounters, the story draws mew in, making mew feel as though mew are right there with The B Team, fighting for survival.

HANG ON TIGHT GUYS, THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD NIGHT!!!

If mew missed the start of this brand-new adventure click the link 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

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Chapter Sixteen

POOF! And It Was Gone

Why is it, when everything goes to fluff, it happens in seconds? The last few hours of my life were a whirlwind of the weirdest and wholly indescribable events I had ever experienced. In that moment, all I wanted to do was get back to BBHQ.

          “.... Seven... Six...” Astrid continued the countdown as we hurtled out of the TTTB door, and ran as fast as we could for cover.

“Over there!” I yelled, spying a rather rocky outcrop. And while it was not an ideal place to take cover, it was better than nothing.

We raced towards the rocks, and Astrid, who seemed to have had a personality upgrade and not a particularly nice one at that, had turned on the exterior speakers.

“... Five... Run, Basil Run!” she chimed. “... Four... Tick Tock little cats...”

Reaching the rocks, we slid around the back in a hail of dust and hunkered down.

“Three... Not long now!” Astrid laughed.

Yes, the A.I. actually laughed. “Everyone stay down!” I instructed.

“Two...” Astrid hollered gleefully. “Are you ready for the end? ONE!”

There was an almighty tearing sound, like the very fabric of the universe was being ripped apart.

Using a retractable pocket periscope, I opened it up and positioned it so I could see above the rocks without having to stick my head above and into the blast line.

Lightning struck the ground all around the TTTB. It thundered and boomed, and the ground quaked. Melvyn burst out crying, and Amber picked the kitten up, cradling him gently as she sang her favourite lullaby.

Four little kittens lost at sea,

Basil, Snowie, Posie and me,

We bobbed up and down in our little boat,

So happy that we were staying afloat,

Along came a ship and scooped us up,

And we couldn’t believe our epic luck! 


The day got better, and the sun went down,

The next day we docked in a brand new town,

Snowie was thrilled, and Posie was chilled,

As we all went ashore and Basil got grilled,

The Port Master said, papers please,

Basil said, sorry, ours got eaten by fleas!

 

We all got thrown into kitty jail

But Basil said, I think we should bail

We made our escape undercover of dark

And really, it was such a fabulous lark!

The next day, we hitched a lift,

Heading north and widening the rift.

 

The journey was long, but fabulous fun,

And later that day we watched the setting sun

Early next morning the journey was complete,

We jumped off the trailer, landing on our feet,

Basil spied some gates and pointed there,

Saying rather loudly, with much flare,

We’ve arrived, and this is our new home,

Let’s go inside and hope the beds are made of comfy foam!

 

Four little kittens lost at sea,

Basil, Snowie, Posie and me,

Waifs and strays and left behinds

Now all had a home, forever and all time!

 

Melvyn sniffled. “Is that true, Aunty Amber? Were mew really lost at sea?”

“No sweetie, but it makes me laugh to sing it,” Amber replied softly.

A high pitched squeaking sound rang out, getting more and more intense. The TTTB appeared to shrink while the intense squeal grew louder and louder until there was a deafening pop, and the TTTB disappeared in a flash of light.

“What the fluff?” I said.

Humphrey, who’d also been watching, said. “POOF! And it was gone!”

Fudge peered around over the rocks. “What just happened?”

“And what happened to the colossal explosion I was expecting?” Smooch asked, popping up from behind the rocks.

I shrugged, shaking my head. “This doesn’t make any sense at all!”

“Sense maybe not, but here mew are!” a strange voice said from behind us.

>^.^<

          Posie and Pandora stood in the churchyard, watching as more and more zombie cats stumbled across the fog-filled field. The air was filled with the stench of death and decay as the shufflers headed blindly to their location. They had been trying to get hold of Basil through the comms unit, but the line was as dead as three-day-old roadkill.

Miss Warts and Mogs were conferring telepathically and Pandora didn’t want to interrupt, so she said to Posie. “Do mew think that these are the shufflers from the bunker?”

Posie thought about this for a moment and then, in the distance, a gut churning roar filled the air and an orange flare lit up the sky right above BBHQ.

“Oh, that doesn’t look good!” Posie said. “Do mew have an iPaw in your bag?”

Pandora rummaged through her bag and a few moments later, pulled out a small tablet. She passed it to Posie, who began tapping on the screen. She pulled up the security feed from the Control Room and scrutinised the myriad of screens, then noticing that the drones were still active, she focussed on their feeds showing the garden of BBHQ.

“Jumpin’ juniper berries!” she exclaimed. “Just look at that!”

Pandora peered at the feed. “Oh My Cod!”

Mogs and Miss Warts headed over and watched the unfolding drama. They whooped and cheered as Vera transformed and incinerated the A.I. dinosaurs and then went after the naked necromancer, who was now stumbling along Main Street towards the church. He kept stopping and waving his broken, crystal-tipped wand at the huge white hybrid dragon, though nothing happened, and he was left screaming like a pansy in a tornado.

Vera just snorted in utter contempt, and a blast of fire surged towards the screaming man.

“Well, mew don’t see that every day now. Do mew?” Posie snickered.

“I don’t think I ever want to see that again!” Pandora grimaced at the sight.

Mogs asked. “What’s Vera going to do next?”

Pandora and Posie both shrugged.

Miss Warts abruptly spun around as something hit her back.

“Duck!” she shouted.

“Where?” Posie asked.

“No, duck!” Pandora said, yanking her paw and pulling her down behind a large headstone.

A barrage of rocks and stones hurtled through the air.

Pandora peered around the edge of the tall gravestone and saw the Red Wing Raptors hurling rocks from the other side of the church wall.  

“I can’t believe they’re picking up the stones between their teeth and chucking them at us!” Posie raged. “The fluffing nerve of it! Mew come in here and do that mew scaly red lizards!”

A huge boulder landed right next to her and Pandora said. “Posie, taunting them like that might not be a good idea!”

“Are mew kidding me?” Posie grinned. “If they step foot on this hallowed ground, they’re toast!”

“True,” Pandora conceded. “But if they manage to hit any of us with one of those rocks, we might be toast too!”

“Mew speak for yourselves. I’m already dead. What can they do to me?” Posie replied.

“We’d like to stay living!” Miss Warts retorted.

“Yes!” Pandora agreed.

“Oh, I see your point. Sorry about that.” Posie conceded rather sheepishly.

“Hmmmmm,” Pandora grizzled.

Mogs, who’d just narrowly avoided being smacked on the head with a large branch, said. “Is the church open? I think we’d be safer in there.”

“Good point,” Posie mused, let me go and check. She tapped her EMD and instantly returned to her ghostly form. She zipped across the misty graveyard towards the church doors landing in the small, stone porch. Tapping her EMD again and transforming into a physical form, she lifted the latch on the large oak door. The door swung open on creaking hinges, and she cautiously looked inside, ensuring it was empty as a small light flickered within.

Pandora, Miss Warts and Mogs ran towards the open door, zig-zagging their way between grave stones as the barrage continued. Running inside, Posie slammed the door behind them and dropped the latch.

“We should be safer in here.” She said, letting out a sigh of relief.

Mogs whirled around and looked directly towards the altar, which was glowing bright red. “I think we need to leave. NOW!”

>^.^<

          “Who are mew?” I demanded as a small, stooped figure in a tatty robe hobbled towards us with the aid of a cabbage stalk.

Smooch, Parsley and Fudge had their weapons raised and The M-Unit stood behind them with weapons ready.

The robed figure waved his paw, and the weapons flew into the air, hovering just out of reach.

“Need those, mew do not,” the crusty voice said.

“Look dude,” I said trying to keep my voice even, as I could see this purrson was really, really old, and I think it’s most important to show your elders much respect. “I don’t know who the fluff mew are, or even where we were precisely, but we are having a particularly horrible day and...”

“Safe mew are,” the hooded figure said as he stopped in front of me and pushed the hood of his robe back.

“Jumpin’ juniper berries!” I gasped.

“Whoa!” come the collective response.

The ancient Sphynx cat gave us a toothless grin. His exceedingly bald, wrinkled skin crinkled even more as his black eyes twinkled in the dimming light.

“Meow-Da my name be,” said the ancient cat.

I must admit, I was a little lost for words. Humphrey stepped forward and nudged me as the silence grew. “Many apologies, oh great one,” I said reverently, and bowed slightly. “It is an honour of the highest magnitude to be in your presence.”

Meow-Da came closer and said. “Waiting a long time for mew, I have.”

I glanced over my shoulder at Bomber; he gave me a one shoulder shrug and said. “This event definitely wasn’t on the data cube.”

I thought, ‘Finally, some good news. This means the other timeline is no longer in play, and we have a chance.’

“Meow-da,” I said. “My name is...”

“Commander Basil, mew are, and your team, this is,” he said as he lifted his cabbage stalk and pointed at everyone in turn. “Know mew all, I do. Waiting a long time for this event, I have.”

“OK,” I answered. “Can mew help us?”

“Why I am here, this is,” Meow-Da answered. “Follow me, mew need to. Dark coming, danger lurking. Hurry, we must.”

He pulled his hood back over his head, turned and began to walk away.

Glancing at my team, Smooch said sarcastically. “He seems nice. Are we going with him?”

Fudge cuffed him around the ear. “Stop it dude!”

The guns that were hanging in the air dropped to the ground with a clatter.

“Let’s go. What choice have we got?” I said. “We’re in the Thirteenth Parallel on an unidentified planet with unknown threats, and this nice old chap says he’s been waiting for us; it would be rude not to go.”

A blood curdling howl sounded in the distance, followed by several more and I said. “Chop, chop, time to make a move and quick sharp too.”

**AND CUT**

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Guys, mew know how we roll, so many apologies to cut it right there, but we will say, fluff me, and fluffing fluff, it’s just so bonkers!!! MOL 

Who is this Meow-Da purrson and can he be trusted?

Where the fluff is mew in the Thirteenth Parallel?

and

What the fluff is happening inside the church?

If mew would like to read Chapter 17, let us know in the comments, as OH MY CAT, this is getting wilder each week. In fact, it’s the P.A. has decided to stay in bed in a reclined position as it’s all just too much! MOL

  Remember, this story is for mew, and mew decide if it continues.

Don’t forget to check out yesterday’s Cats have Purroblems Too post if mew missed it, and we’ll be back tomorrow with some more Midweek News.

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