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This is part one of a gift for by and follows a small sequence, as Kitty and Dudley get involved in an adventure with people they thought they'd never mix with (and they've encountered some peculiar characters in their series)
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(A rather dull day at T.U.F.F. Most agents are catching up on paperwork, but Kitty and Dudley seem to have nothing going on)

KITTY: Certainly quiet today.

DUDLEY: Yeah, I'm bored too. I wish something would happen. I needs me a bit of action.

(Kitty's wristwatch communicator starts buzzing)

KITTY: Agent Kitty Katwsell here. What's the lowdown?

KESWICK: >Over the communicator< Kitty, you and Dudley be-be-be-be-be-be-better get down to the tran-tran-tran-tran-tran-transmission room. We got a dis-dis-dis-dis-dis-dis-distress call coming in, but the link's rather ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad.

KITTY: On our way! C'mon, Dudley. Looks like you're about to get your action.

(At the transmission room, the screens show what appears to be a blue-&-white robotic bunny girl. The screens keep crackling as the link between the two seems rather poor)

BONBON: Hello? Hello? S.O.S! Can anyone hear me? This a call for help. This is a very bad line.

DUDLEY: Who is that? And why does she appear to have no clothes on?

KITTY: Never mind that Dudley! This could be a trap. That's clearly a robot!

KESWICK: M-m-m-m-more than that. After running her outlines through the com-com-com-com-computer, she's been identified as a Class 7 Fazbot Animatroinc.

KITTY: You mean those robots that are child friendly in the daytime, but turn into homicidal maniacs at night, getting through anybody they find as if they were toothbrushes?!

KESWICK: Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-yes, but the Class 7's were ver-ver-ver-ver-ver-ver-ver-very different to the Class 1's. They were designed with their own personalities and artificial intelligence. In other words, these ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-robots can be classified as citizens rather than objects.

DUDLEY: Then why's she calling us for help?

KITTY: Not sure, but we'll find out soon enough. >Presses the receiver button on the console< This is the Turbo Undercover Fighting Force. We're receiving your call, though not clearly.

BONBON: On thank goodness. My name is Bonbon. I'm part of the Fazbooty Girls. I'm calling from the security room of the Pell Mell Hotel in Petropolis. My group were giving a performance when the hotel was invaded by some big-headed turkey accompanied by a hummingbird, an owl who won't stop asking questions and a bat in sunglasses. I managed to slip away unobserved, on order of my friend and colleague Frederika and found the only means of calling for help.

KITTY: That sounds like Bird Brian and his gang. But what does he want?

BONBON: I don't know, but he's threatening to burn the hotel down if he doesn't get what he's after. And I've a feeling it's something to do with us Fazbooty Girls. I don't know how long it will be till those guys notice I'm missing and they might be looking for me.

KITTY: Okay, we'll try to get there as quickly as we can. You try and hide.

BONBON: With my figure, it might not to be easy, but I'll do what I can. This communicator is detachable, so I'll be able to take this with me so I can get back to you guys once I've found a new position, or at least found out what these guys are up to. Over and out.

(Communication is cut)

DUDLEY: Well now, there must be something big going on at that hotel, or Bird Brain wouldn't be interested.

KITTY: Still, we'd better get there before he carries out his threat.

KESWICK: Jus-jus-jus-jus-just a minute you two. You ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-can't just waltz into the Pell Mell Hotel just like that. Those stiff shirts won't let anybody in without a ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-tie on. You'll have to dress up first...
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End of part one.

Hope find this plot amusing.

Base © (Edited by Me)
Bonbon © SFM c/o / (Screenshot © Buzzproductions on YouTube)

Description
This is part one of a gift for by and follows a small sequence, as Kitty and Dudley get involved in an adventure with people they thought they'd never mix with (and they've encountered some peculiar characters in their series)
*
(A rather dull day at T.U.F.F. Most agents are catching up on paperwork, but Kitty and Dudley seem to have nothing going on)

KITTY: Certainly quiet today.

DUDLEY: Yeah, I'm bored too. I wish something would happen. I needs me a bit of action.

(Kitty's wristwatch communicator starts buzzing)

KITTY: Agent Kitty Katwsell here. What's the lowdown?

KESWICK: >Over the communicator< Kitty, you and Dudley be-be-be-be-be-be-better get down to the tran-tran-tran-tran-tran-transmission room. We got a dis-dis-dis-dis-dis-dis-distress call coming in, but the link's rather ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad.

KITTY: On our way! C'mon, Dudley. Looks like you're about to get your action.

(At the transmission room, the screens show what appears to be a blue-&-white robotic bunny girl. The screens keep crackling as the link between the two seems rather poor)

BONBON: Hello? Hello? S.O.S! Can anyone hear me? This a call for help. This is a very bad line.

DUDLEY: Who is that? And why does she appear to have no clothes on?

KITTY: Never mind that Dudley! This could be a trap. That's clearly a robot!

KESWICK: M-m-m-m-more than that. After running her outlines through the com-com-com-com-computer, she's been identified as a Class 7 Fazbot Animatroinc.

KITTY: You mean those robots that are child friendly in the daytime, but turn into homicidal maniacs at night, getting through anybody they find as if they were toothbrushes?!

KESWICK: Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-yes, but the Class 7's were ver-ver-ver-ver-ver-ver-ver-very different to the Class 1's. They were designed with their own personalities and artificial intelligence. In other words, these ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-robots can be classified as citizens rather than objects.

DUDLEY: Then why's she calling us for help?

KITTY: Not sure, but we'll find out soon enough. >Presses the receiver button on the console< This is the Turbo Undercover Fighting Force. We're receiving your call, though not clearly.

BONBON: On thank goodness. My name is Bonbon. I'm part of the Fazbooty Girls. I'm calling from the security room of the Pell Mell Hotel in Petropolis. My group were giving a performance when the hotel was invaded by some big-headed turkey accompanied by a hummingbird, an owl who won't stop asking questions and a bat in sunglasses. I managed to slip away unobserved, on order of my friend and colleague Frederika and found the only means of calling for help.

KITTY: That sounds like Bird Brian and his gang. But what does he want?

BONBON: I don't know, but he's threatening to burn the hotel down if he doesn't get what he's after. And I've a feeling it's something to do with us Fazbooty Girls. I don't know how long it will be till those guys notice I'm missing and they might be looking for me.

KITTY: Okay, we'll try to get there as quickly as we can. You try and hide.

BONBON: With my figure, it might not to be easy, but I'll do what I can. This communicator is detachable, so I'll be able to take this with me so I can get back to you guys once I've found a new position, or at least found out what these guys are up to. Over and out.

(Communication is cut)

DUDLEY: Well now, there must be something big going on at that hotel, or Bird Brain wouldn't be interested.

KITTY: Still, we'd better get there before he carries out his threat.

KESWICK: Jus-jus-jus-jus-just a minute you two. You ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-can't just waltz into the Pell Mell Hotel just like that. Those stiff shirts won't let anybody in without a ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-tie on. You'll have to dress up first...
*
End of part one.

Hope find this plot amusing.

Base © (Edited by Me)
Bonbon © SFM c/o / (Screenshot © Buzzproductions on YouTube)