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

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 nightmare and 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

Into the Unknown

        The low hum of the Time Travelling Telephone Box reverberated around the vast interior, filling the space with a soft, pulsating rhythm. Melvyn’s fur stood on end as the air crackled with the promise of imminent departure. Astrid’s cheerful voice echoed through the small cabin, though there was a distinct edge of concern.

“Hold on tight, Melvyn,” Astrid chirped, her voice a strange blend of bubbly optimism and underlying tension. “This is going to be a bumpy one!”

“Are you sure about this?” Melvyn’s voice trembled slightly as he gripped the edges of the nearest seat. “I don’t even know where we’re going!”

“I’ll take care of that,” Vera’s voice, calm and measured, filled the space. The A.I.’s holographic form unexpectedly flickered beside Melvyn, her presence steadying him. “Astrid is recalibrating the dimensional settings. This jump is necessary. Your survival depends on it.”

Melvyn swallowed hard. He had no other choice. The Purrminators and the red-robed necromancers had found him again, and the bunker in this timeline was a total bust, and no sign of Uncle Basil or The B Team. He needed to escape, to find safety — somewhere, anywhere that could offer a chance to regroup and make a plan. But even as he braced for the jump, the uncertainty gnawed at him.

“Initiating jump in five… four… three…”

A sudden, deafening whirr filled the box, followed by a flash of blinding light made Melvyn squint despite his best efforts to look away. The entire structure of the T.T.T.B. groaned, the sensation of motion pressing down on him as though the very fabric of reality was stretching, warping.

“…two… one…”

The world shuddered. A violent pop echoed in the distance, followed by the unmistakable sound of the T.T.T.B. lurching forward.

Melvyn’s stomach lurched. His paws gripped the armrests of the seat so tightly his claws dug into the pleather, but it didn’t help. He was weightless, caught in a cyclone of energy and distortion. Colours and shapes collided around him — neon greens, electric blues, vibrant purples — whirling in chaotic patterns.

“Astrid!” Melvyn shouted over the wild cacophony, his voice barely audible over the noise. “Where are we going? What’s happening?!”

Astrid’s cheerful voice broke through the chaos with an almost eerie calmness. “Don’t worry, Melvyn! I’ve got this under control. We’re just about to…”

But her words were cut off by a violent jolt. The T.T.T.B. rattled violently, and Melvyn felt himself thrown sideways. His stomach dropped as the light around him warped into a dark, dizzying vortex, pulling at him from all directions.

The controls flared with sparks as a sudden flash of red light filled the space, and the familiar hum of the T.T.T.B. faltered. The A.I. systems sputtered in and out, and Melvyn’s paws flew to the console, trying to stabilise the controls. Panic set in.

“Astrid? Vera?” His voice cracked, fear rising in his chest. “What’s happening?!”

“I don’t know!” Astrid’s voice responded in a panic, her usual upbeat tone now tinged with fear. “We’re not supposed to shift this quickly — something’s wrong! The rift’s unstable!”

Vera’s calm voice cut through the hysteria. “Melvyn, brace yourself. The jump is beginning to collapse.”

Before Melvyn could react, the lights in the T.T.T.B. flickered one last time, and with a bone-rattling boom, the Time Travelling Telephone Box plummeted through the vortex. The sound of a massive crack echoed through the void, like glass breaking — but the box itself felt weightless, as though falling for an eternity.

Then everything went silent.

        Bomber slapped the anti-magic cuffs on the necromancer, and the ugly little man shrank back in terror.

“Please don’t kill me!” he blubbered as he knelt in the dirt, his hands bound tightly behind his back by the cuffs. “I can tell you what the plan is… I’ll tell you anything you want!”

Ice loomed over the pathetic weasel of a human. His paw lifted, claws out, ready to rip the necromancer’s face off.

Smoke grabbed his paw. “Dude, don’t,” he said gently. “I’ve got a much better idea for this thing.”

Shadow, Titan, Viper, Havoc and Nitro looked at Bomber. “Commander, what’s the plan?”

Bomber growled, fangs bared as he crouched down, eye to eye with the necromancer. “Tell me everything, you pathetic excuse for a skin sack!”

        The T.T.T.B. lurched again, coming to an abrupt halt. The air in the cabin stilled.

Melvyn’s breath came in sharp gasps. For a moment, everything was still. He was disoriented, his vision swimming. He could feel the presence of Astrid and Vera, but there was no immediate danger — at least, none that he could perceive.

“Astrid? Vera?” His voice was hoarse as he reached for the door.

Nothing.

He wiped his eyes, trying to focus. He had no idea where they had ended up, he glanced at the monitors but the landscape outside the telephone box was unfamiliar, dark, and ominous.

As Melvyn cautiously stood, the door of the T.T.T.B. opened with a low creak, and an icy wind swept inside. Stepping out into the unknown, he was met with a barren, desolate wasteland stretching as far as the eye could see. The sky above was an unnatural shade of grey, tinged with flickers of purple lightning.

“What is this place?” Melvyn whispered to himself, his pulse quickening as he took in the bleak, empty world around him. He clutched the black box Vera 5.0 was hopefully still inside. There was something unnerving about the silence — nothing moved. No birds and not even a hint of life.

Then, in the distance, he saw a figure cloaked in shadow, standing motionless at the base of a cracked, blackened hill. The silhouette was eerily familiar, but Melvyn couldn’t place it.

Just as he took a step forward, the ground beneath him trembled, and a deep, guttural voice echoed from all around him.

“You should not have come here.”

The voice was bitter, ancient, and dripping with malice. Melvyn froze, and the fur all over his body stood on end and quivered as purple lightning cracked across the sky. His eyes widened as the figure moved toward him.

The very ground seemed to shift as if the dimension itself was warping in response to the figure’s presence.

“Astrid? Vera?” Melvyn called out desperately. But there was no reply.

And then the figure spoke again. “You are not the first to arrive. But you will be the last.”

**AND CUT**

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

Chapter Ten will be posted on Caturday, as last week something went on the fritz and this chapter wouldn't post??? So mew are getting two this week to make up for it! 

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 NINE ~ 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. 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!!!

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Chapter One   Chapter Two   Chapter Three    Chapter Four    Chapter Five

Chapter Six    Chapter Seven    Chapter Eight

 

~ Chapter Nine ~

The Broom Cupboard

Mew know sometimes I wonder what The B Team are up to in such a huge bunker, but I never saw this coming!

          Humphrey grabbed the device, and we all ran for the door. Dashing along the corridor towards the stairwell, Bomber pushed the door open, and I prayed it wouldn’t creak. Smoke checked the coast was clear and stood with his blaster aimed down the stairs towards Level Three. We hurtled up the curved stairs, and I could hear the frantic scrambling of deathly paws clawing their way upward as fast as they could.

Slamming the door on Level One as Smoke zipped through, I said. “Vera, lock down all the stairwell doors.”

“Affirmative, Commander Basil,” she replied, and I heard the security locks thunk into place.

Once in the Control Room, I saw Melvyn was still in Pandora’s arms. Obviously, he was feeling overwhelmed by the recent revelations. Walking over to them, I lifted him from Pandora and said with as much conviction as I could muster under the current circumstances. “Little dude, mew are safe.” Though inside I was feeling far from safe as I held my nephew tight and turned my attention to the monitors, live streaming carnage on every screen.

The T-Rexs were battering the fluff out of the invisi-dome. A few Red Wing Raptor stragglers had been destroying the village. Luckily I saw no more residents or remains of residents, so word must have spread quickly, and hopefully they’d barricaded themselves in their homes.

I checked the stairwell feed on monitor one and saw dozens of shufflers clawing their way closer and closer to Level One.

“Pandora,” I asked, suddenly having a bit of a revelation. “Can mew cast a warding spell on the door to the stairwell?”

Miss Warts and Mogs stepped forward, as Pandora said. “Yes, why?”

I didn’t need to answer, as Miss Warts said. “Because the zombie cats are being controlled by magic, and we need magic to stop them!”

“Exactly,” I nodded. “That’s why they seem to be getting through our defences. I think the necromancer imbibed, infused or whatever mew want to call it, something into their reanimation.”

“Oh, mew mean that no mortal door or portal shall stop their quest?” Mogs asked.

“That would make sense,” Miss Warts agreed.

I could see Pandora was musing the possibilities and a few seconds she said. “I need some supplies.”

We all looked blankly at her as the entire bunker was locked down. “But there’s nothing on this level that could help in a magical capacity,” I said.

“Oh Basil, mew know that disused broom cupboard next to your office?”

I nodded.

“Well, that’s been my magical apothecary for a while!”

“But mew can’t swing a cat in there, it’s tiny!” I blurted.

She grinned. “Oh, ye of little faith!”

Then I remembered seeing Deezul on Level One a few weeks ago. For those of mew who don’t know Deezul the Badger, he’s in charge of the bunker excavations and the nanobots which created BBHQ, he manages any additional levels or expansions that are needed.

“That’s why I saw Deezul outside my office,” I said. “He’s done something in the broom cupboard, hasn’t he?”

Pandora nodded. “Yes, he very kindly came to my aid and transformed the broom cupboard.”

“Well, what are mew waiting for?” I grinned. “Go get your supplies and take Fudge, Ice and Shadow with mew.”

“We’re coming too!” Miss Warts said, hurrying after them with Mogs right behind her.

I put Melvyn down and gave him a little pat on the head. “Little dude I want mew to stay with Bomber and Smoke, they’ll keep mew safe.”

The two brawny Maine Coons stepped forward, and Smoke picked him up. “Don’t mew worry Melvyn, mew will be fine with us.”

Humphrey had taken over the enormous table in the boardroom, setting up his newly created device. There were several iPaw tablets, a laptop and more wires than mew’d find in a telephone cabinet. “Basil, I’m going to see if I can read the data crystal,” he called.

“Amber and Snowie, mew stay here and watch the monitors,” I instructed as the rest of us headed into the boardroom.

Humphrey pushed the crystal cube into the slot, and a bright beam of white light shot upwards.

“Fantastic!” Humphrey murmured as he plugged in the largest iPaw tablet and began tapping furiously on the screen. “I’m hoping this one will be enough to download the data, but if not, I have backups!”

Parsley and Smooch leaned closer as they watched Humphrey work. Melvyn sat on Smoke’s shoulder as he and Bomber edged nearer.

I realised I was holding my breath as I watched on and let out an enormous sigh. Posie stood next to me, and she whispered. “If anypawdy can make this work, it’s Humphrey, he’s a fluffing genius!”

Smiling at my sister, I said. “Posie, we’d be totally fluffed without him.”

The bright white light morphed through the colour spectrum of the rainbow, getting faster and faster and faster until it suddenly winked out.

“Did it work?” we all said at once.

Humphrey unplugged the iPaw and began tapping on the screen. Mew could have heard a pin drop as we waited for Humphrey to speak. A few seconds later, he said. “There’s good news and bad news.”

“Oh for fluffs sake,” I muttered, adding. “Give us the bad news.”

“Well, it’s not so much bad news,” Humphrey replied. “It’s more a case of we’ve got the data, but it needs decrypting, as it’s in an unknown language.”

Bomber leaned over Humphrey’s shoulder and looked at the screen. “It’s in our homeworld dialect of Meow-darin.”

Smoke edged closer and looked at the screen. “Dude, we can translate this no problem.”

“Just give me a second,” Humphrey said and pushed a button on the edge of the table. A large fifty-inch screen emerged from the centre of the table, and a couple of seconds later the data was transferring to the screen. “There mew go. That should make it easier.”

>^.^<

          Pandora opened the door to the broom cupboard and rushed inside. Miss Warts and Mogs, followed by Ice, Shadow and Fudge raced in, and Fudge slammed the door. “Is there a lock, just in case?” he asked.

Pandora waved a paw and a blue light crackled over the door as she said. “It’s locked.”

“Oh, that’s rather nifty,” Fudge said and poked his paw at the crackling blue light. “OW! What the fluff?” He jumped back with lightning reflexes. “That’s rather zappy!”

Mogs said. “Fudge, never touch a warded door, especially one that’s been in place for a while as the magic grows and becomes stronger.”

“I suspect Pandora has it set, so it’s only like a tickle if mew or any of The B team accidentally touches it,” Miss Warts pondered. “I bet if Ice or Shadow touched it, they’d be flung across the room and would smell like burnt fur.”

“Oh, mew know that warding spell?” Pandora asked.

Miss Warts and Mogs nodded. “Yes, we teach it at the academy, but only to our most capable students.”

Ice and Shadow were standing, mouths agape as they took in the room. Even Fudge stuttered as he turned around and saw Pandora’s magical empawrium.

“Pandora, what the fluff?” he gasped.

The room was immense; it was lined floor to ceiling with ornate ebony bookcases, and each shelf was crammed to capacity with all manner of magical tomes, some new and some very, very old. A long ebony counter carved with mystical symbols stood in front of the bookcase on the back wall and placed neatly on top were many bottles of herbs and potions.

A desk sat neatly near the bookcases on the right, and several cabinets filled with crystals, and other mystical items were dotted precisely around the room, leaving the centre clear.

Fudge pointed at the empty space and said. “That’s not really empty, is it?”

Pandora smiled, walked to the centre of the room and waved her paw in the air in a rather complicated manner while muttering something that was indecipherable to those present.

The air shimmered, and a radiant purple glow filled the room. In the next second, amethyst crystals of all shapes and sizes appeared.

There was a collective gasp as the purple light faded, leaving Pandora standing in the middle of an amethyst crystal circle.

Miss Warts stepped closer and then noticed the silver circle set into the stone floor surrounding the amethysts. Peering around one of the huge crystals, being careful not to step over the silver ring, she spied a pentagram whose points reached the outer circle between the amethysts.

She gasped. “Pandora, this is utterly magnificent, and I take it the pentagram is aligned?”

Pandora nodded. “Everything is aligned as per the Magisterium of Magic,” she said in her odd, little foreign accent.

“It’s very impressive. Perhaps mew can show us more once this is over?” Mogs asked.

“Of course, it would be my pleasure,” Pandora answered as she reached down and picked up a wooden box, that had materialised out of thin air.

“Is that what we need to ward the stairwell?” Ice asked.

“Yes,” Pandora replied, just as Amber’s voice crackled over the comms unit.

“The shufflers are trying to batter the stairwell door down, mew need to hurry before they break through!”

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Guys, mew know how we roll, so many apologies to cut it right there, but we will say, OH MY COD, it's getting hotter than a volcano ready to blow! 

Can Bomber and Smoke find the info we need on the data cube to possibly defeat the T-Rexs?

AND

Will Pandora's wards stop the shufflers?

If mew would like to read Chapter 10, let us know in the comments, as OH MY CAT, this is getting wilder by the second!  Remember, this story is for mew, and mew decide if it continues.

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