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

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

It All Went To Fluff In A Handbasket

Commander Basil raised his Uzi, sweeping the garden perimeter. Red smoke was billowing from the crate. Bomber, Shadow, Smoke and Ice had their blasters drawn, the steady whine of the guns charging as the screams rang out louder and closer by the second.

Blaster shots rang out in the cottage, and Commander Basil ran towards the door, keeping low as he approached. Pressing himself close to the wall in the small porch, he was just about to breach the door when pounding footsteps hurtled towards him.

“Did you get him?” a voice shouted from within the cottage.

“NO,” came a reply. “He vanished!”

“Where’s Melvyn?” another voice yelled.

“He’s gone!” 

Bomber and Shadow caught up with Commander Basil. “What’s happening, Commander?” Bomber asked, his eyes darting in every direction, checking for threats.

“Melvyn’s gone,” Commander Basil answered through gritted teeth. 

“What?” Shadow hissed. “How?”

Basil shrugged and shook his head in dismay. “You know as much as I do right now. I don’t know who’s in there, and it would be too dangerous to go inside.”

Bomber nodded. “Havoc, are you in there? We’re back with Commander Basil!”

Havoc burst out of the front door and slid to a stop. “Melvyn’s gone!”

Titan appeared, followed by Viper and Nitro.  

Ice and Smoke rounded the corner. “The necro’s gone!”

“What?” Bomber was losing his cool. “How did this happen? You guys were supposed to keep watch and keep Melvyn safe.”

The four Maine Coons looked utterly defeated. 

“Melvyn was in the lounge with Vera,” Nitro said. “The necro was screaming in the box. Havoc and Titan came into the house for just a minute. We were drinking tea, and then all fluff broke loose.”

“You were drinking tea?” Bomber gasped. “You left the necro alone, and you were in the house drinking tea!”

The four big cats nodded in shame.

Commander Basil had heard enough. “STOP!”

All eyes turned to him, and silence fell.

“Who came in the house?” he asked, looking straight at Nitro.

“A necromancer, not the one that was in the box over there, another one.”

“Ok,” Basil said. “So this happened like one minute ago, yes?”

The four nodded.

He pointed at the crate. “So what was all the screaming coming from the crate?” he asked.

“Diversionary tactic,” Ice answered, holding up a small device, now deactivated. “It’s a Screamer, an incendiary device that can be set on a timer and left.”

Commander Basil raised his eyebrows, and the four big cats winced. He inhaled sharply and tapped his comms unit. “Astrid, Melvyn has been taken. Scan the area for anything, especially a magical signature.”

“On it, Commander,” Astrid replied.

“Now show me where the necromancer came in and left the house,” he asked calmly. 

Following the Maine Coons through the cottage, he saw the patio doors standing wide open and found the colourful blue blanket, which Melvyn had obviously been snuggled under, now half in and half out of the open doorway.

Bomber turned to Shadow. “Take Smoke and Ice and guard the T.T.T.B’s. We don’t know what we’re up against, and the last thing we want to do is lose our only transport.”

The three cats ran out into the garden, blasters ready.

“Commander Basil,” Astrid’s voice sounded in his headset.

“Yes, Astrid?”

“I have synced up with Astrid 7.0 and another A.I. called Dave from the future T.T.T.B. We have scanned everywhere, and there’s no sign of your nephew or any necromancers,” Astrid said. “However, there are several entities, the like of which I have never encountered. Astrid 7.0 says they are Purrminators, and these metal creatures are here to exterminate everybody.”

Basil relayed the last part of the communication, and Bomber instructed Titan and Viper to warn the others outside. 

“We need to leave now,” Bomber said hastily.

Basil shook his head only fractionally as he said, “Yes, we must go immediately. There’s nothing here.”

Bomber met his gaze and instinctively knew that something else was happening.

Havoc and Nitro also caught the tiny gesture and walked towards the front door. “We’ll go this way and meet you at the T.T.T.B.” 

“Commander Basil and I will meet you there in one minute,” Bomber replied as he heard the front door slam. “Commander, let’s go this way. It will be quicker.” He gestured towards the patio doors.

As they stepped towards the doorway, a muffled cough sounded from behind the floor-length curtains which hung on either side of the patio doors.

Basil and Bomber pretended not to hear, but just as they got level with the curtains, they each took a side, ripping the fabric down, and one second later, Basil had his Uzi poked up the nose of one necromancer. He leaned down and hissed. “Make one sound, and I pull the trigger.”

Bomber reached into a pocket and pulled out a set of anti-magic cuffs and swiftly cuffed the necro. Titan and Nitro appeared, and Basil signalled for them to take the necro after he’d stuffed a white lace doyley off the small coffee table into the necro's mouth, pushing every last bit in. “No more screaming for you,” he whispered coldly.

“Commander Basil, the Purrminators are closing fast. You have less than two minutes,” Astrid advised through his headset.

Bomber glanced at Commander Basil and mouthed. “Now what?”

Basil flicked his gaze to a floor-to-ceiling cupboard built in a nook to the right of the fireplace. The doors were closed. Indicating for Bomber to crouch in the inglenook fireplace. Basil said forcefully as he grasped the patio door handles. “Let’s get out of this cesspit!” And he pulled the doors shut with a bang. He crept behind the sofa, and they waited in total silence.

**AND CUT**

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The Purrminator character created with Ai Arta 

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

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

Tea and Biscuits

            Titan and Havoc sat watching the necro in the crate. Melvyn was safe inside the pretty cottage, with Vera 5.0 keeping him company while Nitro and Viper patrolled the inside of the small property as they waited for their squad mates to reappear.

The whine of the charging blaster pierced the air, and the necro screamed as he squirmed inside the tiny box.

“How long until Bomber and everyone else returns?” Titan asked.

Havoc checked his chronosync and said. “We’ve got about twelve minutes left.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. We should have passed on that cup of tea; then we’d have more time,” Titan replied as he kicked the crate with steel-toed boots.

“Yeah, but that cup of tea was something else!” Havoc laughed. "And we haven't really had anything in days. And I get sick of those ration packets; it's like drinking sludge and eating cardboard. "

“True,” Titan smirked. “Are we ready, then?”

“Very much so,” Havoc said, aiming his blaster at the crate. Something caught his eye, and he glanced at the cottage and saw Nitro waving through the window. “Wait a minute. I think Nitro needs something.”

They walked across the pretty garden, and Viper swung the front door open and stepped into the little rose-covered porch. He was holding a tray. “Guys, I found some stuff in the kitchen cupboards,” he grinned. “These are biscuits, actual biscuits. Do you want to try some?”

“Fluff me,” Titan said, looking at the plate piled high with all manner of sweet perfection, and he took three. “Do you even need to ask? We are starving.”

Havoc took four, and then Nitro appeared, grabbed a pawful and headed back inside to share them with Melvyn.

“These are the best!” Viper said, stuffing a Custard Cream, followed by a Bourbon, a Jammie Dodger, and then a Chocolate Digestive into his mouth and chomping noisily.

“Oh My COD!” Nitro beamed. “I’ve never tasted anything like it. Are there more?”

Viper nodded as he stuffed a Fruit Shortcake in his mouth. “I think we need some more tea. I read that dunking biscuits in tea is like the next level. Hold the plate; I’ll be right back!”

Titan and Havoc weren't going to miss out on anything and promptly followed Viper into the tiny cottage and straight into the kitchen. A cream AGA sat in a stone nook, and Viper placed a kettle on the hotplate.

A few minutes later, the kettle whistled for a second time, and Viper poured boiling water into the bright red teapot again. The three cats continued to look in the cupboards as the tea brewed, and they found a veritable stash of biscuits and snacks.

Placing several of the unopened packets into his rucksack, Viper then scribbled a thank you note on a small pad on the kitchen counter and left a small clear crystal with the letter. “That should cover any costs,” he murmured, then said. “Right. Who wants tea with biscuits?”

            In the garden, the necro was going berserk. The confinement of the anti-magic crate was beyond debilitating. The crate was leaching the magic from his very soul; the longer he stayed in there, the weaker he became. And as the technology made it impossible for him to use his magic, he was well and truly stuffed.

Then, through the small barred window, he spied movement in the long grass. Somebody was watching him.

“Hey,” he whisper-hissed. “Come here and let me out, and I’ll give you this pretty jewel.” He dangled the red crystal at the barred window; the suns rays hit the jewel, and red beams of light shot everywhere.

The long grass swished, and he heard footsteps running away.

“Don’t worry, when I get out of here, I’ll find you and suck your soul dry!” he spat, and then he saw something else, something he’d been praying for, and he laughed louder and louder.

            Commander Basil drove back to BBHQ like a cat out of hell. He screeched into the courtyard, gravel flying everywhere, abandoned the hummer and ran to the T.T.T.B.

“Astrid!” he called as he opened the T.T.T.B. door and darted inside.

Rushing to the console in the centre of the vast space, he opened the piece of paper with the coordinates on and started to input the figures. “Astrid!” he shouted. “Wake the fluff up, this is an emergency!”

A few more seconds of silence followed, and Commander Basil was losing patience fast.

“Commander Basil,” Astrid’s voice suddenly trilled joyfully through the comms system. “How lovely to see today, and most unexpected, I might add!”

“Astrid, activate jump procedure. We have to get my nephew, stat.”

There was another brief silence, and then Astrid said. “Nephew, but you don’t have any living relatives. How is that possible?”

Commander Basil sucked in a gulp of air and replied. “Long story short. He’s from a different timeline, one where my sister survived, and he’s in terrible danger. We have to go and get him now.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Astrid chirped. “Hit that red button!”

            Bomber and Shadow ran as fast as they could across the meadow towards the woodland between Fuskerton and Mewton-Clawson. Arriving back at the T.T.T.B., they piled inside and were relieved to find Ice and Smoke waiting for them with Astrid 7.0.

“How did it go?” Smoke asked.

Still trying to catch their breath, Bomber and Shadow gave the paws up signal, then Bomber pointed at the console and the red button, gasping. “Let’s go!”

“It’s on you magnificent Maine Coons!” Astrid 7.0 chuckled and smacked her paw down on the red button. "Here we go, hold onto your tails!"

            Commander Basil hit the red button. The T.T.T.B.’s central fusion core rose up and down, blue light crackled, and the Time Travelling Telephone Box disappeared.

Next, he headed to a cupboard just off the T.T.T.B. bridge and grabbed two Uzis a bag full of clips and then he spied one of Humphrey’s miniaturising ray guns and slipped it into his front pocket.

An exceedingly hinky feeling started creeping all over his body, making his fur twitch in all manner of disconcerting ways. He knew this feeling so well. He’d experienced it so many times before, right when all hell and fluff were about to break loose, and not in a good way.

“Astrid, I’m not sure what I’m walking into, but be prepared for an emergency exit. Input the home coordinates for ten minutes after we just left,” he calmly instructed. “Keep your scanners on, and let me know about anything that doesn’t look, seem, or appear correct. My headset is on comms channel three.”

“On it, Commander,” Astrid replied cheerily. “We are landing in three, two, one. Hold on to your weapons; it might be bumpy!”

The T.T.T.B. landed with a thwump. “Scanning immediate vicinity,” she said efficiently. “Hold steady, Commander. Don’t open the door just yet, as another T.T.T.B. has just materialised right next to us.”

“Astrid, they’re the dudes from the future who’ve been helping Melvyn stay alive. They’re on our side.”

“Thank Cod for that!” Astrid quipped. “There’s a lot of muscle and hunky man cats emerging out of the door!” She then mumbled something incoherent, and the centre console glowed a soft shade of embarrassment red.

“What was that?” Commander Basil asked as he gripped the door handle.

“Oh, nothing,” Astrid rambled.

Basil knew what she meant, and he smirked just a little bit. The T.T.T.B. A.I. was getting more sentient and self-aware every day.

Gathering herself together and realigning her circuits, Astrid said. “Commander, it’s all clear. You’re good to go. And I’ll be right here waiting to evac you on your imminent return. Now go get your nephew.”

Pushing the door open, Commander Basil stepped into the rear garden of a pretty cottage.

He scanned the garden, spied the unusual crate sitting on the lawn, and then the screaming began.

**AND CUT**

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All characters, people, places, and names of businesses are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. 

 

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The Purrminator character created with Ai Arta