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

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

Here We Fluffing Go Again

            Commander Basil took the letter and sat at his desk wondering what on earth was going on. Taking a deep breath, he began to read.

Commander Basil

Many apologies for all the subterfuge, and I know you are sitting at your desk in the BBHQ Bunker, wondering why two unknown Maine Coons have delivered a letter to you on YOUR stationary. Well, let me explain. I am Astrid 7.0 from a future timeline, and things have for want of a better expression, been really FLUFFED UP!

Your young nephew, Melvyn, is in grave danger; his life hangs precariously in the balance. He is being pursued through time and space by an evil fraction of necromancers who have employed the use of A.I. Purrminators to track and kill him, as his very existence is the thing that is stopping their nefarious and evil plans from coming to fruition.

Luckily, Melvyn, with the aid of a magical amulet and more luck than a leprechaun sliding down a rainbow, found his way to my timeline and the BBHQ bunker that was fortunately still intact, and with the help of Vera 5.0, myself, and an elite squad of Maine Coon commandos, we’ve kept him alive up to now.

Extraordinary fortune sent these commandos from the future to save Melvyn and help to deliver him to you, where he will be safe and protected from the dark forces seeking to eliminate him from every timeline in existence.

I know this sounds very farfetched, and indeed it is beyond implausible. However, I ask that you take a leap of faith and follow the instructions below to save your nephew from a heinous fate.

Please proceed to Fuskerton Station as soon as possible, where you will be met by another of the Maine Coon commandos. He will give you a piece of paper with a set of coordinates to our precise location in 2033 so you can fetch Melvyn.

For total clarification and proof, that I am THE REAL Astrid 7.0. Here is the original self-awareness source code passed down to each new version of the T.T.T.B. A.I. of which I know you have a copy:- Foxtrot-Niner-3487-Victor-2014-July-Seventh-7.07P.M.

Yours most epically

Astrid 7.0

P.S. Come alone, this is so important.

 

        Basil reread the letter several times. The more he read it, the more his fur bristled all over his body. He knew that sensation so well, and it meant only one thing. Here we fluffing go again.

After checking the original source code that Astrid 7.0 had supplied and finding it correct, he decided he had no choice but to go to the station. Pulling on his flak jacket and gathering a few weapons, he expertly concealed them and headed out of his office.

Walking along the corridor and heading to the garage on Level Two, he bumped into Smooch and Parsley.

“Watcha’ doing Basil?” Smooch asked.

“Nothing dude, just headed to Level Two,” Basil replied innocently. “I thought I might take out the hummer for a quick spin.”

“Oh great,” Parsley grinned. “Can we come?”

“Sorry, I need a bit of alone time; maybe next time,” Basil mumbled, walking away.

Parsley shrugged, and Smooch watched as Basil disappeared through the door to the stairwell.

“Dude, something’s not right,” he said to Parsley. “I know that look, something’s definitely N.Q.R.!”

Parsley glanced at Smooch. “Nah, dude, Basil’s fine. He’s just been a bit bored lately, as it’s been as quiet as fluff around here. Let him go. He probably needs to blow off some steam on his own.”

“Maybe,” Smooch said, still staring at the door. “But I’m just going to go and get weaponed up, just in case.”

Basil started the hummer and headed up the spiral access ramp towards the surface. A massive concealed hatch slid back on the driveway and then closed as he headed out and turned right onto Main Street.

Heading along the quiet country lane towards Fuskerton station, he scanned the fields, the hedgerows, in fact everywhere, looking for something. He didn’t know what, but he knew things felt ‘off’. He drove the hummer past the station twice, and nothing seemed amiss. There was a station worker in an orange boiler suit cleaning the far end of the platform, and one other figure sat on a bench by the quaint stone ticket office reading a newspaper.

Parking the Hummer in the tiny carpark at the side of the building, he hopped out and glanced around, checking every angle for a possible ambush scenario; once sure he was alone, he ascended the stone steps where colourful hanging baskets swayed in the gentle breeze, the sweet, aromatic scents filling the air. He stood and glanced casually at the timetable on the wall, waiting for events to unfold.

Turning to look at the figure on the bench, he walked slowly but deliberately in that direction, all the while keeping the orange boiler suit in sight. The seated figure folded the newspaper and placed it gently on the bench, then turned to look down the platform.

Basil stopped. He was about ten feet away from the bench when the hooded figure stood and turned towards him.

Eyes narrowed, Basil said. “I believe you have something for me.”

The figure stood up and stepped forward, a big furry paw reaching into a pocket of the trench coat.

“Steady now,” Basil said as he revealed a Glock with a quick flip of his flak jacket. “No sudden movements.”

The figure halted, slowly raising his paws in the air, placating the situation. Basil noticed the orange boiler-suited dude move around to flank him.

“Tell your buddy to stop,” Basil instructed calmly.

“Shadow,” Bomber said. “Back off, it’s all ok.”

Shadow stopped and edged away.

“Thank you,” Basil replied. “Now, tell me what the fluff this is all about? As I don’t have any living relatives, let alone a nephew!”

**AND CUT**

Fluff me, we didn't see that one coming!!!!!! 

Guys, mew know how we roll; so many apologies once again for cutting it right there.

If mew would like to read Chapter Nineteen, let us know in the comments. And we could have another chapter on Caturday, but we'll see how we go, as it's all just getting too exciting.

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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The Purrminator character created with Ai Arta

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

Claws of Terror is an action-packed and immersive adventure that takes mew on a journey through a world of danger and excitement. The story draws mew in with vivid and detailed descriptions of the intense battles and spine-tingling encounters, 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

Chapter Sixteen     Chapter Seventeen

 

Chapter Eighteen

The Rotten Fetid Barbecue!

Why is it, just when mew think, everything is going to be ok? That it all turns to fluff in a paw-basket in less time than it takes to say, Fluff me, I never saw that one coming?

Vera roared and became incensed as she spat a barrage of fire at the two figures lying on the narrow lane. The flames were so hot that Posie, Pandora, Miss Warts and Mogs retreated further into the graveyard. The screaming was gut-wrenching as the inferno increased.

The last remaining Red Wing Raptors pounced on her from behind, and the army of zombie cats staggered towards the lane and encircled the prone burning figures.

Vera launched upward and twisted in the air, knocking the savage raptors to the floor. They landed on top of the shufflers, scattering them everywhere, like bowling pins. Vera swooped upwards again and then descended with such force that the ground quaked as she squashed many of the shufflers with her huge claws. Leaping into the air again, she hovered just above the fray, and flames covered the entire lane.

The smell was rank, like a burning, rotten flesh barbecue. Pandora gagged as the stomach-churning aroma filled the graveyard.

Posie peered through the mist as she watched Vera unleash a barrage of molten lava on the zombie cats and vaporised them, their bodies bursting apart and the remaining dust particles exploding.

Funghorn Furkle screamed as the molten lava covered him from the waist down and he watched in horror as his limbs melted. His screaming didn’t stop until Vera spewed more of the molten fire all over him, silencing him forever.

The robed figure was trying to crawl away as the lava bubbled and rolled towards him. He shrieked, “I am Klagnut Bumfuzzel, and I refuse to be beaten by you!” Trying to stretch out his charred arm, he pointed the magical wand at Vera and began to chant. The crystal tipped glowed red as he harnessed the last of his power, and just as the necromancer was about to finish the spell, Vera spewed a massive dollop of molten lava on him.

Posie whooped in triumph. “Way to go Vera!”

The last few Red Wing Raptors made a last charge towards Vera as she unleashed another barrage of flaming intensity until they were nothing more than a molten puddle of silvery liquid steaming on the ground. The huge white, hybrid dragon roared in victory, and soared into the air, returning into a buzzing swarm of nano-particles as she swooped back towards BBHQ through the mist, her mission complete.

Posie, Pandora, Miss Warts, and Mogs wasted no time, and jumped over the wall, racing across the field after the departing swarm.

>^.^<

          Sitting next to the fire, unable to sleep, my brain was buzzing with so many thoughts as they hacked their way through my mind, like a blunt machete cutting through the jungle. And I couldn’t figure out why. Why the necromantic cult would strike on our home ground? Why they would think that they could effortlessly wipe us all out? Why they thought they had the upper paw in all of this? It made little sense, and then it hit me.

Humphrey came and sat next to me, as everyone else was sleeping and soft snores filled the cave.

“Basil,” he said. “None of this computes. It doesn’t make sense on any level.”

I looked at him and nodded. “I think I’ve just worked it out.”

He gave me a knowing glance. “It was a distraction.”

“Exactly,” I agreed. “And while I’ve been deeply worried about what’s been happening at BBHQ, I know Vera will have done her best.”

“Posie will have made sure that Pandora, Miss Warts and Mogs were ok, and I know those three have enough magical powers between them to be fine, but…”

“But necromancer magic is different, right?”

“Yep!” he said.

“I know they will be fine,” I replied. “But I’m still pondering the possibilities of why the distraction… oh no…”

“What?” Humphrey asked.

“It was a test,” I said with utter certainty. “A test to see if we survived and if we did, the Red Evil would come in her non-corporeal form to try to harness the souls of… well, Pandora and Melvyn.”

“As those two combined are probably the most powerful magical entities for the light in our dimension.”

I nodded, and my stomach lurched sideways as I realised that the Mogwarts attacks were nothing more than another distraction to get us there, and when that failed, they came to BBHQ.

Glancing around the cave, I saw Melvyn snuggled next to Amber and Snowie; he was so little, and I bristled with anger at the thought of some ancient evil wanting to extract his soul and harness his power. And the same for Pandora, she’d also been through so much before she found her way to BBHQ, and there was no way I was going to let some old, power mad hag hurt my family.

Turning to Humphrey, I said. “She’s headed to Mewton-Clawson. She’s coming to harvest souls, and we need to get back there and stop her once and for all.”

>^.^<

          Pandora jumped over the broken gates at BBHQ followed by Miss Wart, Mogs and Posie. Avoiding the hardening, silvery slick on the lawn, they raced towards the bunker entrance, clambering over the remains of the summerhouse as Vera in her nano-particle form swirled above the foggy garden still buzzing with anger.

Punching the code into the door, it opened and they headed inside. The corridor was in total disarray, and the smell of death permeated the air. The emergency lighting was casting all kinds of weird shadows among the chaos.

Mogs hissed, and his hackles rose as something limped towards us through the debris.

Pandora’s paws glowed as she harnessed her power and stepped forward, carefully peering into the gloom.

“Don’t shoot!” A voice said. “It’s me, Winston!”

“Winston, what are mew doing up here?” Pandora asked cautiously. “I thought mew were locked in on Level Eight with Horice and the magical menagerie?”

Mogs stepped next to Pandora and softly rested a paw on her shoulder. Her mind immediately received the telepathic message.

“That is not Winston, that is death!”

>^.^<

          Watching Meow-Da sleep, I fidgeted with anxiety, as I knew we had to get back to BBHQ. The M-Unit were in deep conversation near the cave entrance. Smoke sat on his own near the fire pit looking defeated and dejected. He was processing how his life was going to be going forward, and I approached him.

“Dude,” I said quietly.

He glanced at me, tears filling his eyes before he dropped his gaze towards the floor.

Snowie came to sit next to him, putting a paw on his arm. “It’s going to be ok,” she soothed. “It’ll be alright, won’t it, Basil?”

Crouching down, I said. “Smoke, I know mew’re hurting, and I know mew feel abandoned, but know this, mew have a home and family with us at BBHQ.”

He shook his head. “I don’t deserve a home after what I’ve done.”

Bomber came and sat next to Snowie; he looked calmer as he said to Smoke. “I understand mew didn’t have a choice, that mew were forced into that mission. I get that, but why didn’t mew tell us? Maybe we could have done something to save your sister?”

Smoke tried to speak, but his voice cracked, and he shook with grief.

I looked at Bomber and said. “I think he was too afraid to admit anything.”

The grey Maine Coon nodded as tears splashed onto the sandy floor.

“He was scared that mew would turn on him and cast him out,” I continued. “And he had nowhere to go, and no family left, and I guess he thought that mew’d never find out and he’d take that dark secret to the grave.”

Ice and Shadow, hearing my words, came to stand next to me as Bomber said. “I get that now, and we are so sorry your sister was killed.”

Shadow said. “Smoke, mew have saved my life more times that I can count, and I’m sorry that I got angry with mew.”

Ice nodded and added. “Me too dude, and we are so sorry about your sister.”

“I’m so sorry I never told mew guys,” Smoke choked out the words. “I never wanted to spy on mew or your boss, but my sister…”

Snowie and I moved out of the way as Bomber, Ice and Shadow sat together in front of Smoke and the four of them talked among themselves.

“I hope they can forgive each other,” Snowie murmured to me.

“Me too," I replied softly. “Those guys have been through so much together, and I’d hate to see them fall out permanently.”

I heard a huge yawn and spun around to see Meow-Da stretching. He coughed several times and then looked at me. “Time to go.”

“Meow-Da, we are ready!”

I looked around at my team; Fudge, Parsley and Smooch stepped forward. Amber picked up Melvyn, who was still snoozing, and she said. “Let’s go home.”

“What do we need to do?” I asked Meow-Da.

“Young Kitten, he knows,” Meow-Da said pointing his cabbage stalk walking stick at Melvyn.

Melvyn suddenly woke up, his eyes were the size of dinner plates as dread leached out of his pores.

“Uncle Basil, that thing, she’s at BBHQ!” he squeaked. “Pandora is in terrible danger. We need to get home now!”

**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 

Jumpin' juniper berries, is The Red Evil aka Crimson Ubel really at BBHQ?

How is Melvyn going to get us home?

and

Will this be the last battle?

If you would like to read Chapter 19, let us know in the comments, as OH MY CAT, this is getting wilder each week. In fact, the P.A. has decided to stay in bed until this saga ends, 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 Colouring with Cats post if mew missed it, and we’ll be back tomorrow with some more Midweek News.

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Except for The B Team as they’re REALLY REAL!

 

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