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
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**
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
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