"Mew should have opted fur option one," I grinned savagely as they lay bleeding on the floor. "Strip them down, tie them up and throw them in the brig."
I untied Fudge and Humphrey helping them to their paws. "Are mew guys ok?"
They nodded and Fudge who was royally peeved walked up to their leader and clocked him on the snout with the butt of his gun. "That's fur knocking me out fatty!" he spat.
"Nice move Fudge," I said as we dragged the porkers down the corridor.
A few minutes later they were incarcerated in the brig and put into stasis until we decided what to do with them. "Righty ho then," I said in a rather chipper voice. "Who wants to see Rome? Parsley don't furget the camera drone!"
I saw a show of raised paws and laughed. "Guys we're back in control and need to make up some time, so let's get to it."
Posie suddenly materialized and said. "Hiya guys, did I miss anything, I was stuck in the matrix and couldn't get free!"
We all burst out laughing and told her of our ordeal.
A few minutes later we were piling out of the door of the TTTB and breathing in the sweet aroma of Rome.
"Come on effurypurrdy, get in to position," Parsley yelled as the camera drone hovered above the Trevi Fountain, and so the Bucket List continued in full earnest.
"Basil," Fudge said as he sidled up to me.
"Yeah what's up dude?" I replied smiling.
"How would mew feel if I said, we've got an uninvited hitch-hiker on-board?" Fudge grimaced.
FYI here's the stats:
[*Highly Dangerous Place - Especially if mew have an insane alien killing machine aftur mew!]
That mother freakin' alien was hurtling aftur us, and getting closer.
Smooch fired his rocket launcher*, Fudge and Parsley went berserk, and all mew could hear was this*.
"Don't stop firing dude!" Parsley yelled as he reloaded his Uzi's tossing the spent clips the the ground.
Fudge kept his paw the trigger on his AA12* until the drum mag was empty. Releasing the spent drum, he deftly reloaded and began to fire again.
[*gun sound effects - well mew get the picture! MOL]
The noise was deafening, the smell of acrid gun drifted offur the hot sand as me and Humphrey rolled down the side of dune.