Back at COBRA headquarters, Poppy watched her spies on the video monitor. Her eyes had been glued to the set for the past 24 hours. She was also receiving reports from KIT agents from around the globe. The news was all good. As Poppy watched how the mission had unfolded, she started to jump up and down with glee. She was so happy she could hardly stand to be inside her own fur. The mission had succeeded beyond Poppy’s wildest dreams. It was a triumph through and through–and she was just ecstatic.
“Oh, jubilation!” she shouted to no one in particular.
She couldn’t wait to dance around with the heroes, and just squeeze them as hard as she could.
Kitty spies from around the world were deliriously happy, and had taken to the streets to celebrate. The word coming in from the international spy community was that the deadly Cat Pox virus had been utterly destroyed. It had taken two years to develop it. It was the only supply, and it was ruined. The spies, and especially Tully, were being hailed as heroes.
The reaction at Brutus-G’s headquarters was decidedly much less joyous. Upon learning of the virus’ demise, Brutus-G had turned several shades of purple–and then had just gone white. He was so angry that, at first, he couldn’t get any words out.
Then Brutus-G ran around barking orders, stomping his paws, and pulling his fur out. He was beside himself. He was accustomed to getting his own way, so he just didn’t know what to do.
He shook his paw, and screeched, “When I get a hold of those kitties, they’ll never see the light of day again!”
Brutus-G called all his troops, his guards and workers together, and began hissing and screaming. “Get these kitties, if you know what is good for you. If you let them escape, you’ll have a long date with my pet alligators,” he said in a threatening screech.
He posted a huge reward, and ordered all his forced laborers to comb the ends of the earth. He ranted and raved, and all the kitties shrank back in fear. He had lost all reason, and was just the picture of pure rage. None of this mattered, of course. It was too late. The three COBRA agents were already on their way back to their worldwide headquarters in Connecticut.