Snowie's voice sounded over the comms-system, I could tell she was scared. "Basil, can mew hear me?"
I paused fur the briefest moments and then clicked the comms button before answering. "Yes Snowie I hear mew, are mew ok?"
I took a sharp intake of breath. "How do mew mean, kind of?"
I waited fur her reply, instead it was Baron Von Booney who answered.
"Hello Basil," his voice was thick with emotion, and each word he said was like he was tasting it fully before it left his lips, effur gluttonous to the end. "Do you remember me?"
I shook my head in acute agitation, and bit my tongue to stop a barrage of unspeakable words escaping, oh heck yes, did I ever remember him!
My mind cast back to the days when I was much, much younger and head of the Field Intelligence Bureau's ~ 'Bring 'Em Back Alive' Task Force or B.E.G.A. fur short. We apprehended the most hardened criminals and brought them to justice, one by one.
To be honest, it was a most satisfying vocation, and at times after my retirement I did miss it on occasion, but that was then and this is now. And right now, I wish I could change effurrything.
I remembered the day we apprehended him.
Baron Von Booney or BVB as he was known within the B.E.G.A. Task Force, was head of the global syndicate otherwise known as; Easter Bunny Incorporated [EBI]. He had been the head honcho or as the official title was known; The Warren Action Tyrant [TWAT] for a furry long time and he'd used that esteemed position to embezzle the furry bestest and most extravagant eggs fur his own devious purposes, which to be purrfectly honest we neffur got to the bottom of completely. Yes, he was that clever and devious. There were rumours of a Bunny-Bot programme to replace all real live bunnies with robot counterparts, but that was neffur clarified or wholly confirmed.
He was supposedly incarcerated fur life, at the top secret maximum security facility located under The Tower of London. We affectionately called the facility; The Dungeon, we'll leave the rest to your imagination. I will say this though, it wasn't a nice place at all!
The day we finally snared him he had the biggest cache of glittering jewel encrusted Faberge Eggs we'd effur encountered, and it was furry apparent that he'd been one furry busy bunny throughout his illustrious albeit highly dubious career.
And that was the last I effur saw or heard of him until now!
"Jumper jeepers!" Posie cried as she launched towards the ceiling in fright. "What the flip was that?"
Smooch's eyes were as large as dinner plates, filled with dread as he answered in barely a whisper, "Gun shot!"