Welcome to another Installment of
Wordy on Wednesday
[formerly known as Wordless on Wednesdays but we've got too much to say! MOL]
The Pink Flamingo Saga continues... in Part V
It started to get out of control at the end of last weeks episode, Amber lost it and we left her powering up her laser beams.
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"Laser beams on and powering up," Amber growled mercilessly as she stalked her prey with a steely determination from the other side of the lawn.
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Let's jump right on in there, as it's going to get really wild and so out of control!
[Mew'll neffur believe your eyes!]
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"And ACTION!"
"I've got mew now, mew pesky of peskiest varmints effur..." Amber growled gleefully, her laser sight fully powered up and completely unbridled.
"Arrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhh!" screamed the pink Flamingo as it ducked not a moment too soon. "You heathen cat, you singed my feathers!"
Smoochie had jumped over the maniacal screaming bird, somersaulting around the deadly neon rays and collapsed to the ground just in time to miss another onslaught, the buzzing beams passing just above his ear fur.
"Watch it Amber, mew nearly fried my tabs!" he called laying completely still in the grass. "What's that burning smell?"
I was cautiously observing from the sidelines, not wanting to get in the way of Amber's explosive wrath.
"You're toast varmint!" Amber laughed murderously as she powered up her inferno lasers to supurr scorchio volcanic level.
[This level: 'Supurr Scorchio Volcanic' is not, and I repeat most emphatically, NOT fur amateurs - mew have been warned - things can go furry wrong, furry quickly.]
Smoochie had doubled around the rear of Amber and was hurtling at supurr Smoochie speed towards the now seemingly stranded Pink Flamingo, as it's one thing having your tail feathers plucked and your backside being booted all the way out of the gate, and then there's been vapourized into nothingness and Smoochie couldn't live with vapourization.
The air was thick, almost syrupy and charged with a deadly humming power as Smoochie surged forward.
"I'll save mew!" Smoochie hollered trying to pick up his speed. "Gosh I could really do with my other leg right now!" He added.
"Amber stop," I yelled as a huge thundering crack boomed around the garden, shaking the very ground beneath our paws. Then I saw the smoldering crater where the Pink Flamingo had been only a second earlier. "What the flip?!!!!!! Amber what did mew do?"
But it was too late...
"Muwaahahahahahahaaaaaaa!" Amber laughed insanely as she watched the flames and smoke plume in a small mushroom cloud. "That'll teach mew fur getting all over my cat-mint, the contaminant has been eradicated!"
We all looked at her from our respective safe spots in horror, when the most unexpected thing occurred, like the last thing mew effur want to happen, happened...
Amber cried out and fell onto her back, legs and paws effurywhere.
"Yeeeeeoooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwl."
I realized immediately what was wrong.
"Amber close your eyes, your laser sight has fractured, mew overloaded the lenses using the supurr scorchio volcanic level," I called to her as she lay there with burning hot beams exploding at every angle, like a multiple minesweeper searching fur targets to destroy.
"Yeeeeeoooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwl." She cried out again.
A low deep hum reverberated around all four corners of the garden intensifying as each moment ticked by with agonizing slowness, the raw sizzling power building exponentially.
A low deep hum reverberated around all four corners of the garden intensifying as each moment ticked by with agonizing slowness, the raw sizzling power building exponentially.
"Flipping heck fur the love of tuna flavoured noms Amber shut your eyes, before mew incinerate and vapourize us all!" I yelled at her as one of the strobes just missed toasting my tail. "And whatever mew do don't let the streams cross..."
"Don't cross the streams, why, what's so bad about that?" Smoochie asked ducking under another errant strobe.
"Like OMC!" Snowie declared from her hiding place. "Mew seriously don't know about not crossing the streams?"
Smoochie shook his head in puzzlement.
"Duck!" I called as another barrage of fizzing cracking flares exploded effurywhere, narrowly missing us.
The glare was so bright we couldn't even see Amber now.
All of a sudden the neon laser beams shot skywards and started to get dangerously close, dancing and pulsating with a life almost of their own.
So what happens if the streams cross?" Smoochie asked again, still completely clueless.
I took in a deep breath before I answered, my tone supurr serious and decidedly sober. "It's bad Smooch, real bad..."
'And CUT!'
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Sorry furriends, that's where we have to leave it today, but neffur fear, we'll be back next Wednesday with the next, nearly peeing your pants with excitement, explosive episode, as there are too many unanswered questions... Such as...
Where is that persky pink varmint?
Did he get turned into toast and vapourized or did he get away?
How come there's more laser beams than a Star Wars movie?
Where can we get some cool speshul effects like that fur our blog?
What will happen if the streams cross?
Do they actually cross?
Does Amber need to go to Anger Management?
How many episodes are left?
Is this the penultimate one?
etc... purrlease feel free to add your own questions...
Thanks so much fur joining us again, mew know we love your company and your comments and most importantly we hope mew are all enjoying the story!
Happy Wednesday
Bestest purrs
Basil & Co
