Here's the 4th and final installation of my story. If you missed the previous parts of the story, you can read them here: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3.--Sammy
Okay! Okay! Go ahead. Roll the script...I’m a big cat. I can handle a little embarrassment…
“Yeah,” I said, suspiciously. “I sort of remember it. What’s that got to do with you?”
“Everything!” Krapper said. “Your mistake was that you sent one of your own secret agents to jail because he smelled guilty, remember? You mistook him for Vinny, the musical pharmacist, who’d created a plague to make everyone tone deaf. But he was really Agent Bob with a sore throat.”
“What?” Kevin and I cried.
“You did that?” Kevin asked me and I saw the start of a crazy grin on his face. “How could you mistake one of your own agents for a criminal?”
“They’re both dogs.” I shrugged. “All dogs look alike,” I explained. Then I turned back to Krapper. “What’s that got to do with your warning?”
“Well,” Krapper said, “You made the same mistake with me. I’m really Agent Norm, not Krapper.”
I stared at him and my jaw dropped. I’m sure my cute little pink tongue hung out of my mouth.
Kevin snorted. “Let me guess: all rats look alike.”
I shrugged. Then it hit me. “That means that both Vinny and Krapper, his side-kick, are still out there!”
Krapper ― that is Norm ― nodded. “You got the picture. And Galaxy police reported them heading this way, to Earth!”
“Wait,” Kevin said. “So what’s the big problem? So this dog and this rat develop some plague that’ll make everyone tone deaf. My parents are already tone deaf. They don’t appreciate ‘Our Lady Peace’ or ‘Avril Lavigne’. . .”
Norm and I clutched each other in panic. “You don’t understand,” I said. “That’ll be the end of Rock & Roll, Hip Hop, Blues and Jazz forever! That leaves Rap and Country music! Imagine hearing that everywhere you go?”
Kevin shrugged. “So? I like rap music.”
I shivered. “Okay, let me put it this way. You want to listen to Mark Chestnut right after Emenem?”
Kevin blanched. “What can we do?”
You would too if you had to listen to Mark Chestnut all day. As for what Sammy and the Pixl did to save Earth from turning into a bad CD, you’ll just have to wait for the next installment of “Sammy, the Wonder Cat: The Plague of the Singing Pharmacist.”
The End…or is it?