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

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     Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty     Chapter Twenty One     Chapter Twenty Two     Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

A Rare and Cunning Plan

            Commander Basil looked at the two Maine Coons on the floor. There was no way they could be moved in the condition they were. He knew in heart that it would be fatal. He glanced down at Melvyn in his arms, who was now stirring from his collapse, and his nephew blinked weakly.

“Uncle Basil,” Melvyn gasped. “My amulet… I think the necromancers are tracking the energy.”

Taking a deep breath, Commander Basil squeezed his eyes tight shut and prayed silently to Bast for a solution. The clock was ticking; the portal was almost active for travel, and there was too much at stake. Shadow and Ice needed proper help. Melvyn was depleted and essentially helpless.

Astrid broke the heavy silence, filling the bridge. “The portal mouth is widening.”

Snapping out of his reverie, Commander Basil looked around the bridge at each cat in turn. “You’re not going to like this,” he sucked in a breath as all eyes focussed on him. Letting the breath out. “My plan is this, Bomber and Smoke with Ice and Shadow stay with me in this T.T.T.B., and I take them back to BBHQ where I have a full Med Bay.”

“What?” Viper replied. “No way!”

Bomber stood and looked at his team. “Let Commander Basil finish,” he said.

“Then Havoc, Viper, Titan and Nitro take the second T.T.T.B. with Astrid 7.0 and Dave…”

Smoke cut in. “Commander, no, please don't split us up.”

Basil sighed. “Look, I know this plan isn’t ideal.”

“You don’t say!” Titan growled.

“Zip it!” Bomber instructed. “Let the Commander finish!”

“The second T.T.T.B. with half the M Unit can be the decoy to lure whatever is tracking this amulet,” he lifted the cord over Melvyn’s neck and placed the amulet into Viper’s paw. “While I take Melvyn and the other half of the M Unit back to BBHQ, and to safety.”

“What about our safety?” Nitro asked.

“As long as you keep jumping and never let them catch up, you’ll be fine,” Basil replied. “Astrid, give Astrid 7.0 the coordinates for that secret place only you and I know about, the pocket universe. Remember, after our pirate adventure a few years ago?”

“Yes Commander, I have sent them to Astrid 7.0 with the necessary instructions,” she replied.

Bomber looked confused. “Is my squad going to be ok, because if they're not, then this is off the table?”

“Once they’ve led the necros on a merry dance around the dimensions, Astrid 7.0 will take them to the safest place in creation. They can leave the amulet in very good hands, hang out for a few weeks as they will be completely undetectable and then return to BBHQ,” he paused. “By my reckoning, early November, four or five weeks tops.”

“I don’t like the sound of this at all,” Havoc said.

“I don’t know what other choice we have. If we all return to BBHQ, we’ll just be followed,” Basil replied. “And then a portal will open there, and fluff knows what will come out of it.”

Bomber stared at his squad, then at his brother and Ice on the floor, stable, but not stable enough. He glanced at Melvyn, who was still in the commander’s arms, eyes closed and now sleeping. He rubbed his face, then grimaced. “The commander is right, it’s the only way to get Melvyn to safety, and Shadow and Ice to a med bay.”

Astrid said. “I am detecting travel through the portal. There is no time left.”

Havoc, Titan, Viper and Nitro glanced at each other. Deep down, they knew this was the only way to take the heat off and give, not only Melvyn a chance but their squad mates too.

“Five weeks tops?” Titan asked.

Commander Basil nodded with a tight smile. “When you get to the pocket universe, don’t be surprised, just be happy. You’ll be safe there. Leave the amulet when you depart, and hopefully that will delay any future necro interactions and keep Melvyn safe.”

“We can do this,” Viper conceded. “It’s for the greater good, right?”

Bomber nodded solemnly. “You are the best of the best dudes, the most fearless and bravest fighters I have ever known, and if anyone can lead those necro fluffers a merry dance around the dimensions and not get caught, it’s you guys.”

Smoke powerfully balled his paw into a fist before delivering four distinct, forceful taps to his chest. “For you, my brothers, return safely, and we will be waiting.”

Bomber took off his armoured backpack and passed it to Titan. He didn’t know why, but something deep in his soul, the very core of his being, the part of him with a knowing that even he didn’t understand, insisted that this action must happen right now, in this moment, as there wouldn’t be another chance.

Titan gripped the slimline backpack and looked at Bomber, confusion spreading over his face.

“Don’t ask me why you need to take this, just take it. I’m sure all will be revealed when the time is right.”

Titan nodded, and he, Havoc, Viper and Nitro saluted their leader, then the six standing commandos paw bumped and four ran out of the door and into the second T.T.T.B., where Astrid 7.0 and Dave were waiting. The door closed, and the T.T.T.B. instantly rippled out of existence in this realm.

Seeing the empty space on the lawn through the monitors, and then spying a horde of red-robed necros charging through the garden. Commander Basil said. “Astrid, take us home.”

**AND CUT**

Guys, OH MY COD, there are no words right now, so please excuse us while we go and get a box of tissues.

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

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     Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty     Chapter Twenty One     Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

All Fluff and Brimstone

Astrid’s voice was clear and precise as she spoke to Commander Basil via the headset. “Sorry to interrupt the reunion, Commander, but the Purrminators have breached the garden. There are three, and they are about to attack from the front of the property.”

“Thank you Astrid,” Basil replied. “Are there any weapons onboard the T.T.T.B. which you can deploy to stop them?”

“No, commander, as Smooch and Parsley were doing a weapons inventory the other day and they removed some of the stuff that would have been perfect for this scenario,” Astrid said. “But I’ll check with Astrid 7.0 and Dave.”

“Oh fluff me!” Basil groaned, he then turned to Bomber. “The Purrminators are in the front garden. Astrid has no weapons suitable for eradicating them, but she’s just checking with Astrid 7.0.”

Bomber grimaced and looked at Melvyn, still clinging to Commander Basil. “What about Melvyn?”

“I’m going to put him in my T.T.T.B. with Astrid,” Basil replied as he ran across the manicured lawn.

Melvyn’s eyes were wide with panic, and Vera 5.0, who was still dangling from his small backpack, said rapidly. “Commander Basil, I am Vera 5.0 from the future. I will stay with Melvyn.”

Ushering Melvyn into the T.T.T.B., Commander Basil said. “Thank you Vera, and Astrid, if it all goes to fluff, get Melvyn out of here.”

Melvyn looked at his uncle, the cat he had been seeking for weeks and said. “Don’t leave me!”

“Melvyn, we need to fight, and I can’t risk you, so please stay here. I’ll be back, I promise,” Basil winced inwardly. He hated to make promises he might not be able to keep, but he had no choice. Then he added, “Vera will be with you, so you’ll be fine, little dude.” He sealed the door and turned to Bomber, who yelled. “Duck!”

Basil dived to the ground and rolled over several times just as one of the metallic killing machines landed right where he was standing. It turned its gleaming red eyes to Bomber and pounced, knocking the huge Maine Coon to the ground.

Smoke, Shadow and Ice, along with Titan, Havoc, Viper and Nitro, closed ranks and opened fire as the other Purrminators charged.

“FLUFF ME!” Commander Basil yelled as he saw the monstrous cyborg cats for the first time and aimed his Uzi at the nearest one, the bullets riddling the Purrminator like Swiss cheese, but that didn’t stop it for a second. Basil jumped to the side as the shiny cyborg jumped at him, and it slammed into a tree.

Blaster fire sounded as The M Unit unleashed hell, while Bomber, still under the metallic beast that was trying to kill him with massive amounts of prejudice, and he was only just managing to evade its deadly strikes. He grabbed the laser sword from its holster strapped to his leg and activated it. The lethal glowing light shot up straight through the Purrminator’s chest, and then Bomber wrenched the sword backwards and overhead, slicing the Purrminator in two. The smell of scorched metal and fried circuits leached into the air as it fell to the side and twitched with a slow mechanical whine before the glow in its eyes dimmed.

Commander Basil ran around the back of the T.T.T.B.S, reaching into his flak jacket, fumbling around in his pockets for one of Humphrey’s devices as the second Purrminator chased him.

Ice saw Commander Basil being pursued by one of the Purrminators and yelled above the whining noise of repeated blaster fire. “Commander Basil’s in trouble. I’m going to help!”

“Me too!” Shadow shouted, and the two Maine Coons hurtled after the Purrminator.

Bomber jumped to his paws and followed, with Smoke on his heels. The air was tinged with the tang of burning laser fire and cordite.

Basil ran straight towards a wire chicken coop at the bottom of the garden. He swerved at the last second, sliding along the grass on his side, making the Purrminator turn too sharply. The cyborg crashed into the chicken coop, smashing the structure and fence. It rolled over and over, and the wire mesh wrapped around its body, trapping it for vital seconds as Ice, Shadow, Smoke, and Bomber appeared.

Havoc, Viper, Nitro and Titan were blasting the fluff out of the third Purrminator. Its right front leg buckled and then snapped off. Its rear left leg collapsed, and the metallic menace fell to the ground, but it still clawed across the lawn relentlessly towards the cat commandos.

Ice and Shadow peppered the second Purrminator with blaster fire as it fought free of the metal mesh. Commander Basil finally found what he was looking for in his flak jacket and pulled out a small gun. He flicked it on and pointed, but the Purrminator burst free, its deadly razor claws outstretched like chrome daggers, and collided with Ice and Shadow. The two cats screamed in pain as they fell, and the Purrminator charged towards Bomber and Smoke.

There was no hesitation. Commander Basil pulled the trigger, and in the next second, the hulking cyborg cat shrank to the size of a pea with a high-pitched popping sound. Picking up a rockery stone from the garden border, he smashed the Purrminator to smithereens.

Bomber slid next to Shadow and Ice, who were flat out on the lawn, their body armour slashed to ribbons and blood pouring everywhere. “NO! NO! NO!” he shouted. Smoke ripped off his armoured backpack and pulled out a med kit as he said. “Dudes, stay calm. We can fix this.” He winced as he saw the extent of the injuries, but kept calm and carried on patching up his squadmates.

Commander Basil ran back to the T.T.T.B.s and fired at the last remaining Purrminator, which also shrank to the size of a pea. Nitro, Havoc, Titan and Viper looked stunned as Basil walked up to the now miniaturised and severely disabled tiny cyborg with the same rock and crushed it with one blow. “Just die, mew cyborg muther fluffer!” Basil growled.

“Commander Basil, I don’t mean to interrupt, but,” Astrid said. “There’s an interdimensional portal opening in the meadow at the back of the garden. We need to leave, NOW!”

Melvyn poked his head out of the T.T.T.B door, the amulet around his neck glowing a vivid purple. He’d watched the battle on the monitors inside and knew that the Purrminators had been defeated.

Commander Basil saw Melvyn peeking out, but turned to the four Maine Coons and said abruptly. “Get your squad. Two are badly injured. Bring them to my T.T.T.B.” As he headed towards Melvyn.

Bomber and Smoke carried Shadow as Havoc and Titan lifted Ice.

“In here quick,” Basil instructed, as he held Melvyn in one arm and the door open with the other. “Astrid says there’s a portal opening about fifty metres away. We need to go.”  

Bomber looked at his brother, Shadow, whose pulse was getting thready and weak as he bled out. “He doesn’t have long,” he said in utter distress. “We’ve got no med bay!”

“Astrid, get the Med Droids up here now,” Commander Basil ordered, then quickly passed Melvyn to Smoke, and he raced to the cupboard just off the bridge to fetch blankets and a med kit he had stashed there for emergencies.

Melvyn squirmed out of Smokes’ grasp and ran to Shadow and Ice, glancing at Bomber and said. “Let me help.”

Bomber and the rest of the M Unit looked confused, as the magical amulet around Melvyn’s neck began to glow a vivid green as he grasped it in his paw. “I think I can help them.”

He knelt between the dying cats and placed his paws on theirs. Closing his eyes, he focused all his magical energy, intent and will into the brave commandos. The amulet crackled and sparkled as a gentle flow of green mist swirled out of Melvyn’s paws and into the fading cats on either side of him. His little face tightened, his jaw clenched as, by sheer force of will, he pushed the healing magic into the Maine Coons.

Bomber and the entire M Unit gasped as they watched the bleeding stop and the deep lacerations partially close. Melvyn roared with the effort as he used every ounce of strength left in him to save the cats.

Basil slid to a stop as the green mist retreated, and Melvyn slumped over. He dropped the blankets and picked Melvyn up; he was out cold.  

Bomber felt Shadow's pulse. “It’s getting stronger.” He then checked Ice’s. “Ice too. Melvyn brought them back from the brink!”  

“What the fluff!” Basil breathed in shock as he looked at his unconscious nephew in his arms.

Smoke and Bomber quickly wrapped their squadmates in the blankets as the rest of the M Unit breathed a sigh of relief, and then the Med Droids appeared on the bridge and began scanning Shadow and Ice to determine the extent of their remaining injuries.

Breaking the silence, Astrid’s voice sounded from the overhead comms. “The portal is almost at its zenith. We have only minutes before whatever is on the side will be able to come through.”

**AND CUT**

Guys, mew know how we roll; so many apologies once again for cutting it right there, we can't catch our breath, who knew that it was going to be this intense?

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The Purrminator character created with Ai Arta  

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

 

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     Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty Two

The Reunion

            Commander Basil waited in the deafening silence. Bomber had his blaster pointed at the cupboard doors. Half a minute ticked by, and then one of the doors creaked open just a fraction and a bloodshot eyeball peered around the room.

“Stupid cats!” the necromancer chuckled as the other door swung open, and he dragged Melvyn out by the scruff. “Be quiet kitten.”

Melvyn’s eyes were wide with terror, and he grappled for the amulet around his neck, but then he saw Bomber, who winked at him, and Melvyn went limp.

The necro squeezed around the back of the overstuffed floral armchair and crept towards the closed patio doors, expecting to see an empty garden but gasped in shock when he saw the T.T.T.B.s sat there like two stalwart red sentinels.

“Plan B it is then,” he smirked, just about to turn around and head towards the front door.

The cold metal of the gun barrel pressed against the back of the necro’s head, and Commander Basil growled icily. “Put my nephew down now!”

The necro dropped Melvyn like a hot cake, and the kitten scrambled across the room towards Bomber.

“Get down on your knees, muther fluffer!” Basil growled again.

Melvyn spun around as he reached Bomber’s open arms to see his Uncle Basil standing there with an Uzi looking just like the photo he’d got in his backpack. Tears streamed down his face as relief flooded his little body. Bomber held him close and whispered. “I told you we’d find him.”

Commander Basil looked down at the red-robed necromancer, his gun barrel still pushed firmly into the back of the necro's head. “Close your eyes, Melvyn, and cover your ears,” he said calmly, and Bomber adjusted his grip, turning Melvyn away. 

There was a click, a bang, followed by a rapid rat-tat-tat as he emptied the full clip into the necro to make sure the evilness wasn’t going to get up. The acrid tang of cordite filled the air, and Basil looked at the vermin on the ground and then kicked him to make sure he was dead.

A couple of seconds later, he said with a weary sigh. “Execution style isn’t my thing…but that evil piece of excrement was going to do terrible things to my nephew, and if he wasn’t dispatched, he’d just keep on trying.”

Bomber opened the patio doors and carried Melvyn outside. “You can open your eyes now, Melvyn,” he said quietly.

Commander Basil appeared in the doorway, framed in the soft evening light, as Melvyn took in the vision of his uncle properly for the first time. The tears dripped off his whiskers as he smiled, his little body trembling with joy as the greatest cat commander of all time walked towards him.

Basil reached Bomber, looked at his nephew, and reached out his paws. Bomber passed Melvyn over as Basil said gently. “You are the spitting image of your mother.” He pulled the kitten close and squeezed him. “It’s very nice to meet you, Melvyn, and I’m sorry I took so long.”

Melvyn clung to his uncle like his life depended on it, and in the next second, it did.

**AND CUT**

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