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Sunday, 23 November 2025

**2016 REVISITED** **TOP SECRET - CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES RERUN** FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS ~ REVENGE OF THE P.I.T.H ~ Chapter Nine

digitally illustrated action scene featuring a black helicopter labeled "FIELD INTELLIGENCE BUREAU" flying through a clear sky. A cat wearing aviator goggles pilots the helicopter, while another cat parachutes from it using a red-and-white parachute. A speech bubble near the helicopter reads: "GO! GO! GO! Keep yer head down! Keep yer moves smooth!" Below the scene, bold stylized text announces: "FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS – REVENGE OF THE P.I.T.H. – ON TUESDAY TAILS – JUST WHEN MEW THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TO GO OUT OF THE GARDEN!" The image combines military-style adventure with playful feline humour at www.bionicbasil.com FURRY & DANGEROUS Graphic ©Copyright @BionicBasil®

**TOP SECRET - DO NOT READ WITHOUT CLEARANCE** 
CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES 
**2016 REVISITED** 
FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

Pawesome greetings, supurr pals

Welcome to Chapter Nine and the penultimate episode of our epically epic and rather explosive report ~ only available here, for your eyes only in the CFR - Classified File Room, and if mew missed the previous chapters, here are the links:


Chapter Nine

The World Stood Still  & Then It Didn't

'And Action!'

My claws were sunk deep into Parsley's rig as I clung on to him with all the strength I could muster, and believe me when I say he is not light, he's solid muscle from the end of his tail to the tip of his nose; in fact, he's like the Ernie Schwarzafluffer of the cat-world. He takes his fitness, nutrition, and training very seriously, working out in the high-tech gym in the bunker every day and making sure he's a honed, toned specimen of uber manly-catness.

Anyhoo, I'm digressing, clinging to Parsley as the ground loomed closer and closer, I tried to pull the clip on my reserve chute again, and this time the pull-cord worked. I felt the parachute in my rig begin to deploy, and in the next breath, we stopped falling, like completely stopped moving. The ground wasn't getting any closer, and there was no rushing air around us. 

Eerily, there was no sound either; all the explosions above us were suspended mid-air, not getting any bigger or even dissipating, just flaming orange globes lighting the sky in silence. It took me a moment to get a handle on going from a gazillion miles an hour straight down to a dead stop with no adverse effects. 

A digitally manipulated action scene featuring two cats skydiving through a cloudy sky amid multiple fiery explosions. Basil, a tabby & white cat, and Parsley, a black cat, are equipped with parachute backpacks and appear mid-descent as Basil grabs Parsley's rig. Bright orange and yellow blasts erupt around them, adding intensity and drama to the surreal airborne moment. The image humorously blends feline adventure with cinematic chaos. The bottom right corner includes the text "@BionicBasil"

We just hung there, in a state of total inertia, with the ground about fifty feet below us. I gulped and tried to move, but found I couldn't. I couldn't even turn my head to look at Parsley, and at that moment, I wished I had telepathic skills. Casting my gaze downwards, I spied Horice with Humphrey in the courtyard, and that's when I saw the strange blue light emanating from around Horice, and I knew at that juncture he'd used his magick ju-ju to stop everything, and my hope returned with a vigour I thought was lost.

I then noticed a huge black inflatable cushion covering most of the lawn directly beneath us and smiled inwardly, relief cascading over me in all kinds of wonderpurr ways.

*    *    *   

A surreal, digitally manipulated outdoor scene featuring a large elephant or hefflelump with a glowing blue gem embedded in its forehead, emitting radiant blue light. Humphrey, a black cat wearing sunglasses and a headset, stands nearby as explosions and fireballs erupt in the sky above. Several aircraft fly among the blasts, adding to the chaotic atmosphere. As Basil and Parsley descend from the sky with a parachute. The background includes a tree with green foliage and a rustic building with a tiled roof. The image blends fantasy, action, and humor. The bottom right corner includes the text "@BionicBasil"

"Horice dude, mew're a genius!" Humphrey said.

"Aye, that be so," Horice chuckled. "But we still be 'aving a problem, Purredator One, when I let the stasis field go, it'll all be the same as it was before, all I be doing is prolonging the inevitable, and now there be only me and thee that can change the future, everything and everyone else is stopped in this time dilation."

Humphrey's brow creased as he stared at Amber, who was frozen mid-scream a few feet away, then at the drama-filled sky, fighter jets, explosions and falling comrades all on an indefinite pause. "Aye, that does be posing a purroblem," he replied as he ran scenario after scenario over in his mind, each one resulting in the result they were trying to prevent.

They stood in silence, time neither passing nor events changing.

"What about..." Humphrey began, his whiskers suddenly twitching with excitement. "What about if we use the orb, mew know the little one Basil brought back with him from the island, maybe if we threw it at them it would encase them in a bubble?"

Horice pondered this as the calming blue light pulsed gently from the huge sapphire on his third eye. "Aye now ye be thinking," he said with a wry smile. "That orb be a special gift with many special properties, but we still be 'aving the problem that it will be impossible to throw anything into the stasis field, it would just stop dead in its tracks."

In Humphrey's mind, a little seed of an idea popped up, and he said. "Horice, let's get the orb."

*    *    *

A digitally manipulated image of a grassy field bordered by dense green trees under a partly cloudy sky. Multiple fiery explosions erupt across the field, sending smoke and debris into the air. Two fighter jets soar through the sky—one on the left and one on the right—suggesting an intense aerial assault or military exercise. The dramatic contrast between the peaceful landscape and chaotic blasts creates a cinematic, high-action atmosphere. The bottom right corner includes the text "@BionicBasil".

The P.I.T.H. stood just inside the tree line as the fighter jets unleashed hell, with a missile strike that was like nothing they'd ever expected. 
The ground exploded all around them, and was suddenly on fire. Mud and clods of earth flew in every direction as the missiles exploded on impact with deafening precision. Thick grey smoke began to plume, and Snitch suddenly took off, scampering for all he was worth deeper into the forest, leaving his troops behind. There was another massive explosion a nanosecond later, trees were shattered by the force, branches and burning debris blasted in all directions, as he was caught in the fallout and catapulted through the air.
The Bazooka Brothers, Ace and Scooter, were also caught in the fallout and were hurtling through the air mid-blast when everything stopped.

*    *    *

Horice closed his eyes, an air of intense concentration emanating from him and the vast blue jewel began to glow brighter and brighter. Then there was an almighty popping sound, the courtyard went pitch-black like all the light had been sucked away and was replaced with an ebony velveteen filter, the air was charged with an extraordinary power that if mew squinted and tilted your vision, mew could almost see it dancing like tiny twinkling dust motes in the inky blackness. All at once, the small orb appeared in a dazzling show of radiant light.

Chills ran up and down Humphrey's spine in a tingly wave, and he could feel his paws quivering as he reached out rather gingerly while it hovered just in front of him.

A surreal, digitally manipulated scene featuring a glowing energy sphere at the center, radiating intense blue and white light beams. The sphere contains intricate patterns resembling electrical discharges and swirling energy in shades of blue, white, and yellow. On either side of the sphere, two dark, shadowy paws reaching toward it, suggesting Humphrey is interacting with the energy. The background is black, amplifying the brightness and drama of the central explosion. The bottom left corner includes the text "@BionicBasil"

Horice, sensing his apprehension, said. "Purredator One don't ye be afraid, thee orb knows mew need its help and is willing to serve thee, all ye need to do is hold it and think of what mew want it to do,"

Humphrey couldn't see a thing in the blinding light as he let his paws connect with the weird and exoctic artefact. His paw pads buzzed with energy as he gently squeezed the orb, realising it was soft and malleable under his touch; not a hard, solid object, and that's when he felt its pulse. Like a beating heart, rhythmic and strong, getting louder and louder as he concentrated his thoughts with a laser-like focus on what he needed.  

The rhythmic beating increased until Humphrey couldn't hear himself think, and he had to let go suddenly. His paws came away with a soft popping and squelching sound, and at that precise moment, the darkness gave way to daylight, and time began again.

*    *   *

I watched from my lofty position as Humphrey and Horice seemed to be engaged in a rather intense conversation, wondering what on earth was happening when, entirely out of the blue, everything went black. I blinked a few times but saw nothing, and in the next moment, it was as if someone had turned on the lights, and, to my horror, I could feel the rush of the wind as we continued our heart-lurching descent. The intense relief I'd felt only an instant earlier was ripped away with devastating force.

My chute deployed too late to save us, and it flapped like a giant red-and-white streamer as we plunged down. At this point, what else could I do? I screamed like a girl.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

  Closing my eyes as the ground was only a second away, I gulped and prayed for a miracle, any kind of a miracle.

And then it happened.

We were one-tenth of a moment away from Splats-Ville, Arizona, when it felt like we were hit with an incredible force from the side. The breath whooshed out of my lungs as I began to somersault over and over. Trying hard to keep hold of Parsley, the parachute started to wrap around us like a giant sheet as we were propelled upwards away from the ground.

Parsley yelled, "What the fluff, weren't we going fast enough already... is that why we're going back up to make sure the jobs finished properly?"

We were trussed up tighter than a turkey on Catmas Day in my reserve chute as we began to slow and fall back towards the ground. It was in that moment that I realised I couldn't feel the cold air rushing past me, and I fought to understand why as my eyes darted in all directions. That's when I saw it.

We were floating in the middle of a giant iridescent bubble that was gently drifting towards the garden. Ethereal light shimmered like rainbows sprinkled with diamonds across the surface of our rescue orb as we descended and landed with a soft bump on the giant inflatable cushion. We bounced lightly twice, and then the bubble burst with a soft pop, and we were left lying on the huge cushion.

I could hear Amber wailing, and Humphrey and Smooch shouting as they ran towards us as they clambered awkwardly onto the cushion, losing their balance and toppling onto us. 

The air whooshed out of my lungs again, and I choked out, "Mew guys are the best."  As tears of relief began to slip from my eyes, I tried to sniff back the emotions that wanted to burst out of me.

I heard Parsley grunt, and I realised I was squashing him face-first into the rubber cushion.  

Smooch whipped out his small knife and said between gasping sobs,  "Don't mew guys ever do that to me again, don't mew ever leave me!  Promise me, mew won't leave me!" 

Humphrey stood up on the wobbly cushion, fell over and stood up again. "That was so close, Basil," his voice cracked and filled with emotion. "And like Smooch said, don't mew guys ever leave us or do anything that stupid again!"

Smooch began to carefully cut us out of the parachute in between wiping tears of relief from his face, and a few minutes later, we were all on solid ground. Amber rushed up to us and cuffed me and Parsley around the ears. 

Snowie appeared in the next moment and did precisely the same. They were both still crying as they reprimanded us, hugged us, reprimanded us again, and then hugged us again.  And to be honest, the relief I felt was so immense I didn't mind the ear-bashing for one second.

Parsley gave me a look and said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Basil, thank mew for coming to save me."

I nodded and patted him gently on the shoulder. "Dude," I replied, clearing my throat as it was thick with emotion. "Mew would have done the same for me."

Horice ambled towards us and gave me a wink. I smiled back and saluted him, guessing that he'd been the primary catalyst in our unbelievable rescue.

It was then that I noticed the ground was shaking beneath my paws, and I could hear the heavy barrage of gunfire in the distance.

Posie appeared in that instant and said. "Guys, mew've got to get mobile asap, mew'll never believe what's happening!"

** And Cut **

It's that time of the post again, when we bet mew've more questions than mew can shake your tail at!

Such as:

OMC, how could mew leave us hanging like that, and we've got a whole day to wait?!! 

OH MY COD!!!!! OH MY COD!!!!! OH MY COD!!!!!

Mewton-Clawson is a war zone. How are mew going to stop it?

What was it like to be in that giant bubble?

How scared were mew when mew saw the ground looming up?

What is that little orb?

And where did mew get it?

How did it feel to be suspended in the air?

Has it put mew off flying for good?

What will mew do with the giant inflatable cushion?

Where has Posie been for the last couple of episodes?

etc...

We're sure mew probably have many more, but to be honest, we can't think of any right now, as things have just exploded in a whole new way!

Many thanks for joining us for our epic re-run of

FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

Don't forget to sneak back into the CLASSIFIED FILE ROOM tomorrow for the Grande Finale of our adventure.

Until then

DON'T GO OUT OF THE GARDEN!!!

Epic purrs

Commander Basil 

& 
















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Friday, 21 November 2025

**2016 REVISITED** **TOP SECRET - CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES RERUN** FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS ~ REVENGE OF THE P.I.T.H ~ Chapter Eight

digitally illustrated action scene featuring a black helicopter labeled "FIELD INTELLIGENCE BUREAU" flying through a clear sky. A cat wearing aviator goggles pilots the helicopter, while another cat parachutes from it using a red-and-white parachute. A speech bubble near the helicopter reads: "GO! GO! GO! Keep yer head down! Keep yer moves smooth!" Below the scene, bold stylized text announces: "FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS – REVENGE OF THE P.I.T.H. – ON TUESDAY TAILS – JUST WHEN MEW THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TO GO OUT OF THE GARDEN!" The image combines military-style adventure with playful feline humour at www.bionicbasil.com FURRY & DANGEROUS Graphic ©Copyright @BionicBasil®

**TOP SECRET - DO NOT READ WITHOUT CLEARANCE** 
CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES 
**2016 REVISITED** 
FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

Pawesome greetings, supurr pals

Welcome to Chapter Eight of our epically epic and rather explosive report ~ only available here, for your eyes only in the CFR - Classified File Room, and if mew missed the previous chapters, here are the links:


Chapter Eight

Close Shaves and Hitting Rock Bottom

'And Action!'

I could hear Parsley screaming, not like a girl but like a purrson who only had just over a minute left to live.

My heart was thumping so fast I thought it was going to burst from my chest as I angled my body again, changing direction slightly and careened down towards him, mentally willing myself to go faster as the ground loomed closer and Parsley tumbled out of control. I knew I only had seconds to save him as my throat clenched tight, my breath restricted as the cold air whooshed passed me ruffling my fur in all kinds of weird ways, and if that wasn't bad enough; the overwhelming dread of our imminent mortality which now rested in my paws made my body tingle with gut-wrenching fear from the tops of my ears to the tip of my tail.

A digitally manipulated image of two cats skydiving through a bright, partly cloudy sky. Each cat wears a small parachute backpack, suggesting a whimsical and adventurous scenario. The sun shines through the clouds, casting a dramatic light across the scene. The cats—Basil (tabby & white) and Parsley (black)—appear mid-descent, portrayed as feline skydivers in a surreal airborne moment. The bottom right corner includes the text "@BionicBasil"

I know we'd had a few close shaves before, but the scenario I suddenly found myself in terrified me to the bottom of my furry soul, and there was no coming back from this particular one if it went completely south and we hit rock bottom.

Parsley was only a few feet away, and I reached out for him, shouting. “Grab my paws!”

His goggles had come off, and he stared straight at me, his lucid green eyes glimmering bright green. “No time dude, pull your reserve chute and save yourself!” he yelled back. “Mew still have time!”

“No way, dude!” I screamed at him as I managed to grab hold of his rig with the tips of my claws.

“Let me go and save yourself!” his voice was high and shrill.

Pulling him closer, I grappled to get a firm grip, and I happened to glance down, then wished I hadn't.

* * *

Amber was screaming in the garden as Humphrey suddenly appeared from the secret tunnel.

“What the fluff?” he asked, hurtling towards her.

“I can't look!” she cried in dismay, covering her eyes with her paws.

Humphrey looked rather perplexed as his comms unit suddenly crackled. “Purredator One, come in, this is Control,” Snowie said, her voice fraught and tight.

“Go ahead, Control, I'm back in the garden,” Humphrey answered.

“Look up!” Snowie instructed.

He did, then his eyes bugged out and his jaw gaped. He closed it and then tried to speak. “Wwwwwhat?”

“Parsley's chute failed,” was all Snowie said.

“What can we do?” he snapped.

“I don't know,” Snowie said, starting to cry. “There's no time to do anything!”

“Oh my cod, for all that is merciful,” Humphrey choked out. “There must be something we can do... There must be something!”

* * *

Smooch flung his helmet off and quickly pulled on the headset. Then he looked at the high-tech control panel of the Black-Bird, and his heart gave a little stutter as he squeaked. “This is nothing like the chopper flight-simulator in the bunker, OH FLUFF ME!”

He hit his comms unit as the rotors started to slow. “Control, I need a patch to C.J. in the Hummer right now,” he shouted anxiously. “I have a code red emergency, I repeat, I have a code red emergency!”

The chopper started to slip sideways through the air, and he felt his stomach lurch. “CONTROL CODE RED!” he yelled into his comms, panicking. It was at that precise moment that he saw Parsley's terrifying plight. “CONTROL COME IN!”

A second later, Snowie answered, her voice quivering. “This is Control, Smooch. I'm trying to patch mew directly to the Hummer's radio, but C.J. isn't answering.”

“This bird is going down fast, and I don't know how to fly it!” Smooch said desperately.

Snowie gulped audibly, suddenly frozen to the spot as she continued to watch the monitors in the control room; everything was happening so fast and broadcasting in HD as the motion-activated cameras tracked the unfolding nightmare in real-time.

* * *

Snitch and the P.I.T.H. were poised on the outskirts of Mewton-Clawson when they saw the five fighter jets make another low pass.

“Are those missiles ready?” he growled. “We might never get another opportunity to shoot down some of Basil's allies.”

“Priming now,” Bazooka Bros #1 answered.

“Ready,” Bazooka Bros #2 said a moment later.

“Well, what are you waiting for, a flipping invitation? FIRE!” screeched Snitch.

CLICK... CLICK...

The heat-seeking missiles launched skywards, tracking the fighter jets, and Snitch cackled with manic delight.

The five planes split off into evasive manoeuvres and rolled to avoid the missiles; the missiles promptly changed course and began to close in on two of the nearest fighter jets.

The two pursued jets rolled and twisted, heading higher in the sky before releasing a slew of anti-missile flares, and the missiles exploded a few moments later, their targets missed.

BOOM!

BOOM!

Snitch swore like a tavern keeper's daughter on a Saturday night at closing time and screeched. “FIRE AGAIN AND KEEP FIRING!”

The Bazooka Brothers had already reloaded and fired simultaneously, the missiles rocketing into the sky. They reloaded and fired again. Then again and again. The onslaught was unmerciful as missile after missile hurtled skywards and the pilots split apart again, trying to evade the new threat as they manoeuvred their planes in an aerial ballet dance, deploying more anti-missile flares.

A digitally manipulated image of 3 fighter jets soaring through a cloudy sky amid multiple large explosions. The jets are angled in dynamic flight paths, suggesting high-speed aerial maneuvers. Bright yellow, orange, and red fireballs erupt around them, with thick black and red smoke adding intensity to the scene. The dramatic contrast between the dark jets and vivid blasts creates a cinematic, action-packed atmosphere. The bottom left corner includes the text "@BionicBasil"

The sky was a mass of glaring red explosions as the missiles were lured by the decoy flares and detonated one after the other like the biggest firecracker mew have ever seen. Mewton-Clawson had suddenly become a war zone, and the fighter pilots didn't hesitate before unleashing their very own brand of hell on the P.I.T.H.

* * *

As if my situation couldn't get any worse, I was suddenly surrounded by exploding missiles as I gripped Parsley with all my might while desperately trying to pull the ripcord on my emergency chute with my free paw. I couldn't get any purchase on the release hook, as my paws felt numb from the cold. The air around us was on fire and stank of acrid gun smoke as we continued to plummet downwards, our speed increasing exponentially.

A digitally manipulated action scene featuring two cats skydiving through a cloudy sky amid multiple fiery explosions. Basil, a tabby & white cat, and Parsley, a black cat, are equipped with parachute backpacks and appear mid-descent as Basil grabs Parsley's rig. Bright orange and yellow blasts erupt around them, adding intensity and drama to the surreal airborne moment. The image humorously blends feline adventure with cinematic chaos. The bottom right corner includes the text "@BionicBasil"

Parsley gave me a smile and shouted. “Basil, thank mew for everything, dude, mew're the most epic furiend a kitty like me could ever have!”

My heart squeezed so hard I thought it would implode in my chest, and my mouth refused to work as he just smiled at me, accepting his fate with a reconciled grace, while my mind screamed, 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

* * *

The rotors on the chopper had slowed so much that the Black-Bird was just free-falling on a sideways angle towards the field. Smooch glanced in the back to see if there was another parachute and gulped when he saw that the parachute locker was bare.

The sky all around him began to explode, and he did scream like a girl. “Snowie for fluff's sake, get a grip and get me C.J. stat!”

A digitally manipulated image of a military-style helicopter flying low over a grassy field with  Smooch in the cockpit, and trees in the background. The sky above is filled with dramatic clouds and multiple fiery explosions, featuring bright orange and yellow fireballs with thick smoke. The contrast between the peaceful landscape and the chaotic sky creates a cinematic, high-stakes atmosphere. The bottom right corner includes the text "@BionicBasil"

Half a second later, he heard C.J.'s voice on his comms unit. “Don't speak, just listen!” he instructed calmly. “There's a big blue button right in front of mew, just hit it!”

Smooch's panicked eyes scanned the console several times before he saw it. Punching it with his paw, the chopper lurched alarmingly as the rotors began to pick up speed and whirr with a rather satisfying sound.

“Now what?” Smooch asked fearfully.

“Firstly, breathe, mew aren't going to crash,” C.J. advised. “That is the fail-safe button; the chopper is now flying itself.”

“What?” Smooch cried. “Do mew know how stupid that sounds?”

C.J. replied. “It is not stupid, it's just saved your life.”

“But it can't save Basil's or Parsley's!” Smooch sniffled hopelessly. “Can it?”

“That depends,” C.J. answered.

“On what?” Smooch asked sharply. “They've got like fifty-five seconds before it's Splats-Ville, Arizona!”

“Mew see the big green button that says V.C.?”

“Yep.”

“That's voice control, push it and say fly forward, and once mew're in position, say deploy cushion,” C.J. instructed. “Now hurry up, as mew are their last best hope.”

Smooch thumped the green button. “Turn around one eighty degrees and fly forward.” The chopper spun around and shot forward so fast he was above the garden before he could blink. “Deploy cushion!” he yelled as the chopper passed just above Humphrey, Horice and Amber, causing them to hit the deck.

“Did mew do it?” C.J. asked.

“Cushion deployed,” Smooch answered flatly, his adrenaline reserves abruptly depleted as he prayed in his mind that whatever C.J. had told him to do worked.

“Good, now turn the bird around and land it in the field. Once it's on the ground, say 'engine off' and push the black button,” C.J. said. “I'm still twenty-seven minutes away and I don't want to get back and hear bad news!”

“OK, over and out,” Smooch replied and followed C.J.'s instructions to the letter, safely landing the chopper in the field and powering down within a few short seconds. The rotors were still whirring as he launched from the cockpit and began to run as fast as he could on three legs towards the garden, keeping his eyes on the two rapidly falling objects above.

* * *

Amber, Humphrey and Horice heard the chopper zoom overhead amid exploding missiles and watched as what looked like a black box dropped from beneath it and landed in the garden.

The sky was alight with red, orange, and yellow flames, the noise deafening as the fighter jets began to retaliate, firing at will at the P.I.T.H., causing the ground to shake and tremble beneath their paws.

“OH MY COD this is Catruit all over again!” Humphrey cried out as he grabbed Amber, pulling her towards the ground. “Hit the deck, Horice!”

The huge Hefflelump keeled over and crumpled on the gravel. “Aye, thank ye for that, Purredator One!” Horice said as he lay on his side. “That be a mighty close call.”

Humphrey got to his paws and helped Amber up. “Horice can mew use your magick ju-ju here?” he asked quickly, then right before his eyes, he saw the black box open up into a giant inflatable cushion that spanned most of the lawn.

Horice stared at the giant black rubberised shock-absorber cushion and then said. “Aye me magick ju-ju does be working 'ere but it be a little hit and miss.”

Amber was trembling, tears streaming from her eyes as she wailed inconsolably, watching her falling comrades.

“Horice, mew need to get that ju-ju fired up now and stop this now!” Humphrey said, pointing skywards.

The giant sapphire on Horice's forehead began to glow, then pulse with an ethereal blue light, just like it had done way-back-when on the island, and in the next breath, everything stopped, like stopped completely.

** And Cut **

It's that time of the post again, when we bet mew've more questions than mew can shake your tail at!

Such as:

OMC, how could mew leave us hanging like that? We've got a whole week to wait!! 

OH MY COD!!!!! OH MY COD!!!!! OH MY COD!!!!!

We can't believe what maniacs the P.I.T.H. are, what will happen now they've started a firefight?

It looks like Armageddon above your garden, can mew contain it?

Who is this Horice?

And what kind of magick ju-ju does he have?

[Mew can read all about Horice's magical powers in our Pirate Adventure at some point] 

How is it possible that he made time stop?

Will that cushion be enough to save mew and Parsley?

What are the other residents and Parish Council of Mewton-Clawson going to say about their quaint and quiet village being turned into a war zone?

Who will take responsibility for the damage caused?

Oh, and can we get a chopper with voice control? That sounds really fun.

etc...

We're sure mew probably have many more, but to be honest, we can't think of any right now, as I've still got to save Parsley and myself, and the P.I.T.H.-heads have started a war, and OH MY COD IT'S ALL GONE WRONG!

Many thanks for joining us for our epic re-run of

FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

Don't forget to sneak back into the CLASSIFIED FILE ROOM on Sunday for Chapter Nine.

Until then

DON'T GO OUT OF THE GARDEN!!!

Epic purrs

Commander Basil 











Follow Us @BionicBasil® at Instacat


**PLEASE NOTE**

Copyright © 2025 by BionicBasil® & Cathrine Garnell ~ Author & Publisher

All rights reserved. No part of this blog serialised publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including content scraping, screenshots, blatant copying or any other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author and publisher. For permission requests, write to the publisher, addressed “Attention: Permissions Coordinator,” at the email address below:

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Graphics created with paid licence www.canva.com and www.pizap.com