MAKE HIM STOP!” cried the professor, as she could see her greatest creation and her laboratory being destroyed all at once.
BISH! BASH! BOSH!
“MALFUNCTION! MALFUNCTION! MALFUNCTION!” Robodog kept repeating.
“How do I make him stop?!” exclaimed the chief.
“I don’t know! You are the Chief of Police! Arrest him!”
“Arrest him? He’s a robot!”
“TEE! HEE! HEE!” sniggered the cat at the chaos she had caused. “This thing will be in the dustbin before the night is out!”
However, Velma was about to get her just deserts, because Robodog reversed towards the spiral staircase at the speed of a roller-coaster.
WHIZZ!
CLONK!
The staircase wobbled violently, and the cat toppled off.
“MIAOW!” she screamed as she plummeted through the air.
WHOOSH!
Velma landed right on Robodog’s back.
WHOOMPH!
Her claws sprang out.
CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!
“ROBODOG IS UNDER ATTACK FROM A CAT!” blurted the robot.
Velma tried to sink her claws into Robodog’s back. Even though they were sharper than a knife, they were no match for the bombproof metal. They couldn’t get a grip on him!
Velma was slipping and sliding as the robot dog spun round and round the room, chasing his tail.
WHIRR!
Soon he was nothing but a blur.
WHIZZ!
“CAT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!” barked Robodog in his mechanical voice. “CAT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! CAT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!”
He spun out of control, slamming against a stool, sending Velma flying.
“MIAOW!”
The cat soared through the air…
WHIZZ!
…landing in a bin.
“MIAOW!”
CLANK!
Velma hissed with fury. “NOOOOOOO!”
She leaped up out of the bin and on to a worktop. She shook all the bits of rubbish off before flinging herself at the robot dog in a KUNG-FU ATTACK!
“MIAOW!”
As she sailed towards him, Robodog spun round, presenting his metal bottom to the cat.
“CAT! DO NOT MOVE! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!”
A look of confusion crossed Velma’s face. You can hardly blame her. It is hard to not move while you are flying through the air.
Then…
BLAST!
…a rope net shot out of Robodog’s bottom!
All the professor and the chief could do was look on as the horror unfolded.
The net hit the flying cat and wrapped itself round her.
THWOMPH!
She dropped like a stone and hit the ground with a THUD!
“MIAOW!” cried Velma as she fought to escape. But the more she fought, the more tangled in the net she became. Soon she was all in a jumble.
“HISS!”
Velma poked herself in the eye with her own tail.
“YEOW!” she cried.
She kicked herself in the chin with her paw…
“OOF!”
…before her nose ended up being squashed into her own bottom.
“EURGH!”
All the time, Robodog was circling her at speed.
“CAT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! CAT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! CAT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!”
“TURN THE BLASTED THING OFF, DEAR!” thundered the chief as she tried to dodge Robodog so she could untangle their cat from the net.
“I AM TRYING, DEAR!” snapped the professor, as she chased after her creation.
Now Robodog was moving so haphazardly it was impossible to catch him.
“PLEASE! I BEG YOU! STOP!” shouted the professor as more of her laboratory was destroyed. Washing machines old and new were smashed.
CRASH!
They toppled to the floor.
KER-THUNK!
There was only one thing for it. As he came straight towards her, the professor leaped on to Robodog’s back.
“HERE GOES!”
THWUNT!
Despite her bulk, there was still no stopping him. Now she was surfing! Surfing a robot dog! Knees bent, arms stretched out for balance, eyes betraying her BLIND TERROR!
“NOOOOO-OOOOO!” she cried.
Meanwhile, the chief was fighting to untangle the cat from the net.
“HOLD STILL, VELMA!”
The more she tried to help, the more Velma struggled.
“MIAOW!”
Now the pair were rolling around on the laboratory floor.
Across the room, the chief’s and the professor’s eyes locked. Both could see what was about to happen, but neither could do anything to stop it.
They were on a COLLISION COURSE!
All four smashed into each other…
THWACK!
…and found themselves being hurled to each corner of the laboratory.
BOOF!
PLOMP!
DUMPH!
CLANK!
Robodog ended up lying on his back, looking like an upside-down tortoise.
“CAT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! CAT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! CAT! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!”
His tracks were still running.
WHIRR!
The chief scrambled across the floor and finally flicked Robodog’s switch to OFF.
“CAT! YOU ARE UNDER ARR—!”
CLUNK!
Meanwhile, the professor crawled over to the cat. With a pair of scissors, she cut Velma out of the net.
“MIAOW!”
The evil creature rewarded her owner with a deep scratch across her hand.
SCRATCH!
“OUCH!” cried the professor.
“What’s the matter?” asked the chief, dashing over.
“Velma just scratched me!” she replied, holding up her bleeding hand as evidence. “She drew blood!”
“BAD CAT!”
Velma bared her fangs and hissed: “HISS!”
Then, to be not just bad but wicked, the cat bit deep into the chief’s earlobe.
The pain was off the scale.
“AAARRRGHHH!” screamed the chief, as well you might if your earlobe were bitten by a cat.
Velma shot back up the spiral staircase, and the professor and the chief were left alone in the laboratory.
“Robodog is more of a menace than a real dog,” huffed the chief. “You can sell him off for scrap metal!”
“No! No! No!” pleaded the professor. “There was just a little problem.”
“A big problem! A huge problem! A ginormous problem!”
“A tiny piece was missing from his brain.”
“I would say the whole brain was missing!”
“That piece controls his behaviour. I need to take Robodog apart again to see what is wrong.”
“I can’t have this thing creating chaos in the city! Bedlam already has more than enough of that!”
“I know! I promise I will have Robodog working perfectly soon.”
“Hmmm…” mused the chief, not the least bit convinced.
“HISS!” hissed Velma from the top of the staircase.
Cat and dog relations had got off to a terrible start.