How 'Bout This Saturday Part 3

[orignially posted 8/25/2006]
[Previously: Generals in the War Room deployed, Cordova got a toothbrush, and Piggy, the cat, sprung to action, mobilizing the STF-7...]

In a previous life, Piggy thought, as most people do in times of crisis, I must have really done someone wrong. Cause my life sucks now!

Piggy sighed, and then said, as if he were giving in, "Fire the STF-7."

"But sir," the General called, "you know what this means?"

"I know. Do it."

Mumbles and grumbles came from the other end of the phone and then, "Okay, close your eyes in three, two, one."

Piggy/Agent Carl closed his eyes. The STF-7 could not be seen by human eyes so he wasn't worried about Nelson other than the fact that he was practically bald now. He counted to five and opened them slowly, expecting the blue glow to be gone. It wasn't.

Piggy eased out from under the couch, hopped up on the window sill, and gaped at the blue flames. Then he brought his paw to his ear and asked, simply, "What happened?"

The other end was bustling with activity, and General Fellowes had to raise his voice over the hubb-ubb, "We don't know, but it seems like the STF-7 has gone..." he paused, as I do, for dramatic effect, "stale."

"Stale?"

"Stale."

Agent Carl shut his eyes and prayed a silent prayer for his master Cordova. My God, he thought, What have we done? What have we done?

But the STF did work, only not in the way they thought...

Outside Nelson looked at himself in the mirror, slapped his face, and went to go save his date.

And halfway across the United States, The General was in his quarters thinking about see-saws while his most trusted scientist, Herboglitz, lie dead in the war room, pulverized by the STF-7...