BreakneckBecky

*gives the puppeh 1 gazillion inf-latable chewtoys, with extra squeaky squeakers and realistic bacon scent*

*opens the bigger back door to the box and slides out the whole tray of donuts, nomming Fedor included and stashes them in the sekrit kitteh hideout under the sofa*

*places a small burlap sack with googly eyes, lightly covered in donut crumbs, into the trap box*

*takes another nap*

*sneaks into the Rookery and lays a Huuuuge mountain of donuts inside a box with a door just big enough for a sackperson to sneak in*



*begins waiting and cunningly plotting*



*realises that plotting is hard work*



*gets sleepy and takes nap in the rafters*

=Z.Z=

*sees what great cover the tiger provides and leaps from the coffee to hide behind his fuzziness*



*reloads and fires yet more candys, cackling like a cackling thing that just heard a really good joke while celebrating the feast day of Saint Shecky the mirthful*

*pops out of the extra strong coffee with the ATOMIC CANDY CANNON which was totally not stolen from Pogos lab and disguised with glitter and crayons and begins spraying choclatey mayhem about the Rookery with glee*

*the lights of the rookery dim, followed by spotlights illuminating the center of the room where 5 HOOPS OF FLAME are lined up between two ramps*



*the kitty door from Pogos attic lab bursts open and down whooshes an unidentified ninjafairykitty on a rocket assisted motorcycle that appears to have been made almost entirely of duct tape and Hello Kitty band-aids*



*The rocketcycle careens madly down the stairs, twords the ramp and a date with destiny!*



*Hitting the first ramp, the still masked (or helmeted more correctly) ninjafairykitty ignites the rocket boosters*

FWOOOOSH!!!!

*a small miscalculation results in a ragged hole in the ceiling*

(This pause placed for dramatic effect)

*after much thumping and grumbling a still behelmeted Ninjafairykitty stumbles back out of Pogos lab, carrying a fire extinguisher only slightly larger than an average ninjafairykitty*

*after bumping down the stairs, the masked marvel extinguishes the flaming hoops*

*pulls of helemt to reveal...*



Ta-Da

*crawls under the sofa to take a nap*

*pops out of empty pizza box*

Kali-Ma! Rawr!

*is all tired out from menacing, so naps*

*gets out the Doom-o-Destructatronomatic and goes looking for reality producers*

But I don't see any nefarious ebils being perpetrated on that schedule, so how can it properly represent the puppeh?

Also *pulls lever making it rain bacon*

*Peeks out of the gong-helmet*

=@_@=

*faceplants*

*wanders in wearing a really impressive barbarian helmet*

*Unfortunately once again the helmet store doesn't carry ninjafairykitty sizes, so it resembles an impressive, spikey turtle scooting across the floor with a muffled "rawr"*

*floats around, snoring and curled into a ninjafairykitty sphere*

*comes out of the kitchen dragging a steak only 2-3 times larger than a ninajfairykitten and giving very fierce growls*

*sits in the rafters with the well fed Fed and claps politely*

Yay!

*gets very tired swinging around 1000 catnip mousies*



You kungfuishosity is indeed mighty Grand Master Sack

but lets see how you handle

...

*dramatic pause*

...

*overly dramatic pause*

...

*melodramatic pause*

...

*forgot plan, checks notepad*

...

My sekrit DONUT TECHNIQUE!

*Hands Fedor a Huuuuuge chocolate donut*

*points into the distance*

LOOK OUT! A CARBON MONOXIDE!



*cunning ruse used, the ninjafairykitty launches into the dread strike of 1000 catnip mousies*

*sneakity sneaks along the rafters, diguised as a carbon monoxide detector with sparkly wings and deely-bops in an appropriately ninjesque manner*

*dumps a huge pile of french fries into a wok*

*proceeds to stir with great vigor*

ACK!



*Tussles fiercely with lots of RAWRs and dustclounds and stuff*

*drags out a huge pile of Agatha Christie books*



*pulls out a HUGE chainsaw firing bazooka with side mounted deathstar launcher*



*KERFLOOMS! the pile of mysteries*



wut?



Whadda ya mean that's not the right kind of murder mystery?



*ninjavanish*

Somethin fishy 'bout fishies if you ask me.

Also, I brought a Beckydozer!



*dozes off*

*runs through the Rookery. waving a stick and chasing a herd of snakes*

Hi!

I'm chasing all the snakes back to Ireland



...



...



Which way is Ireland?

*sneaks in and sets the chefbots for pamcakes, bacons, coffee, and pan galactic gargle blasters*\

*sets out 42 chocolate donuts, spelling "Don't Panic" on the counter*

*rewires the racing FBBCs to run on infintie improbability drives and cheetos*

There...

and now a selected reading from The Bigger Book of Vogon Poetry...

*runs past NekoZilla, wiggling a jingly catnip filled moth toy on a string*

Um...what scary noises do moths make?

*wiggles menacingly*

Nah...THIS is silly.

*throws out a robot clown with whipped cream cannons and lets it spray randomly about like a randomly spraying thing would*