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blasToFF!

Thirty-two hours later, the professor

squeaked, “Okay, no more training. It’s

showtime!”

Completely panicked, I whined,

“But I’m not ready! Can’t I train some

more? Maybe for another . . . two or three

hundred years?”

The professor snorted.

“Nice try,” he said. “Now get moving! It’s

three hours until takeoff!”

Whiskers shaking, I hurried to the

subterranean launching pad to meet 00K

and 00V.

They were surrounded by all of the

M.I.S.S.O. agents and the chief.

“Agent 00G, we expect a lot from you. Go