It had taken Trent the best part of three hours to get all of Mandy's clothes washed, scrubbed and tumble-dried at the cleaners, but at long last he had been able to get it all finished. Satisfied that it was all completed, he had the whole pile neatly put into some carrier bags before he marched briskly out through the store door and back up the streets to the bus stop. He had just reached the stand when he saw something glittering in the distance. At first, he thought it was the bus that would get him back to Mali-U, but as the vehicle got closer, he could see that it was in fact a large silver tank that was rolling down the streets towards him. Before his astonished eyes, the tank pulled up next to him and a hatchway opened up to reveal an old man inside with spectacles and a rather lunatic hairstyle.

"Excuse me, young man," said the man in a jovial and polite tone of voice, "but could you direct perhaps me to the road I need to get to the 'World Organisation Of Human Protection'? It's the rather tall building with a great big 'w' on the top."

"Err, sure. It's down that thataway," Trent said at last as he pointed to the appropriate road.

"Thank you very much, sir," said the man with an appreciative smile before he closed the hatch and got the tank moving down the roadway, leaving Trent gawking as he tried to comprehend what he had just seen.

He was still feeling pretty dumbfounded when he became aware of the sound of a motorcycle coming up towards him. He turned and his jaw dropped even further at the sight of a motorbike coming from the direction that the tank had come. What was astonishing was that the bike seemed to be being driven by a black-and-white puppy and a green frog like the one he had problems with earlier, with a yellow-feathered bird flying closely behind. Both the dog and the frog had tied themselves to the bike with some belts to prevent themselves from being thrown off and were currently shouting commands at the bike, telling it to slow down. Finally, they had managed to get the bike to pull over right next to the still open-mouthed Trent.

"Oh, hi there. You haven't seen a crazy old man in a large tank pass this way have you?" asked the puppy in a voice that curiously sounded to Trent very much like Alex's.

Feeling stunned, Trent meekly pointed a trembling finger to the road that the tank had just taken.

"Woof! Thanks!" said the dog before she yelled "GO!" at the bike. With a roar the motorcycle zoomed down the streets, with the bird flying closely behind. For a few long seconds, Trent stared with his mouth still hanging wide open, before he finally passed out in shock and fell flat on his back on the streets.


"Hey guys, wait up! I'm still trying to get used to this flying lark," panted Clover as she frantically flapped her wings in order to keep up with the speeding motorbike. It was fortunate for the girls that Terrier had left the garage door open, thus enabling them to get out of the decrepit shop and it was even more fortunate that the WOOHP cycles worked by voice command, since they could not operate the vehicles manually without any human hands. Now they were desperately racing towards WOOHP at high speed, hoping against hope that they would intercept the mad pet-shop owner before he could carry out his crazed, diabolical plan.

"No can do, Clover!" yelled Sam over the noise of the motorbike engine. "If we don't catch up with that loony, Jerry and everyone at WOOHP will be turned into 'Lion King' extras just as we've been!"

"Hey, I can see him!" cried out Alex, motioning with her paw towards the armoured machine just ahead of them. "Boy, we're lucky these bikes are way fast!"

Sam shouted a few carefully worded commands to the bike and within seconds, she and Alex had managed to carefully manoeuvre their vehicle so that it was moving alongside the tank. Sam quickly rummaged through the bike's glove compartment and pulled out the Laser Lipstick so that Clover could grab it with her talons. As soon as the budgie had hold of the gadget, she flew over to the main hatch and activated the laser. There was a terrific display of sparks as the device began cutting through the hull of the metal machine and Clover started to fly around the hatch, which begun to warp and buckle.

Sam and Alex meanwhile had set the bike to autopilot and after undoing the belts tethering them to the bike, they leapt onto the still-moving tank. As they landed on the armoured machine, there was an abrupt jolt as the tank hit a bump in the road. With her body still covered in slimy mucus, Sam lost her balance and almost slid right off the edge of the moving vehicle and onto the fast moving asphalt surface below, but Alex managed to catch her with her furry paws just in time.

"Phew, that would have been messy!" breathed Alex as she put a slightly shaken Sam back onto the metal plating away from the edge.

Inside the tank, Terrier was busy at the controls that steered the tank, his attention fixed fanatically on the monitor display, which showed the road he was presently taking. Finally, his intended target came into view on the screen. WOOHP headquarters, all ready to be blasted by his powerful transmutator ray.

"Oh, this is just too good to be true," the crazed scientist giggled to himself as he aligned the formidable weapon for firing. "I'll be able to zap those narrow-minded fools and all those meddling secret agents into becoming the first subjects of my new animal kingdom before they even have a chance to react!"

Becoming increasingly giddy with excitement, Terrier poised his slightly quivering finger over the big red trigger button, all ready to open fire and commence the start of his new reign.

Suddenly, he became aware of the distinct smell of something burning. He sniffed the air disdainfully.

"Don't tell me the air conditioning is on the blink," he muttered to himself as he wrinkled his nose in disgust.

There was a sudden and loud clanging noise behind him and he whirled around to see that the main entry hatch had been cut clean through and sent crashing to the floor. Through the hole, he could see a frog, a Border Collie puppy and a budgie peering over the edge, glaring furiously down at him.

"What? How can this be?" Terrier exclaimed as he drew his original transmutator gun from the holster around his waist in panic. But before he could level his weapon, Sam leapt through the hole, landing right on his face! In alarm, Terrier tried to smack the frog with butt of his gun, but Sam simply jumped out of the way and he instead whacked himself! With a cry of pain, he whirled around for any sign of his amphibious attacker, before spotting her standing on his right foot, waving at him. With an angry snarl, he tried on stamp on her with his other foot, but again she jumped clear and he inadvertently stamped on his own toes, making him yelp.

Before Terrier could gather his wits, a sudden stabbing pain from behind further intensified the agony he was enduring. While he had been so focused on Sam, Alex had jumped down and with a fierce growl, she had bitten the madman right on the backside! Terrier cried out and danced about the cramped control room, trying frantically to throw the puppy off him, but Alex held doggedly on with all her strength. Clover, meanwhile, had flown into the tank and had taken up a hovering position right in front of the large monitor screen.

"You're going to have to do better than that if you want to get the best of us, Prof!" she smirked. With a furious expression on his face, Terrier ignored his other two attackers, drew his weapon again and fired directly at Clover. But the budgie simply swopped out of the way and the beam instead ricocheted off the monitor screen, right back at Terrier!

"No!" screamed the scientist as he was bathed in the energy of his own gene-splicing ray and began to shrink. "This cannot be happening! My plan was foolproof! FOOLPROOF!"

"Yeah, and you were the fool who just got his butt kicked!" grinned Sam as the professor finally disappeared into his mound of clothes.

"Oh, don't mention butts," grimaced Alex, feeling slightly revolted by her own method of attack.

As the girls looked on, a tiny white mouse poked his whiskered nose out from under the folds of Terrier's shirt.

"Oh no, not this!" exclaimed the mouse as it looked itself over in dismay. "I don't even like cheese!"


A few minutes, WOOHP agents had burst out from the building and surrounded the tank, before having a still-fuming Terrier extracted and carted off in a mouse cage to the containment facility.

"Excellent work, girls," said Jerry as he addressed the three spy animals who had perched themselves on a nearby bench. "You'll be pleased to hear that we've been able to work out how to reverse-engineer Terrier's transmutator ray, so we'll be able to start turning you all back to human beings in no time."

"Thanks, Jerry," said Sam. "We'll sure be glad to get back to normal. Ribbit!"

"Yeah," agreed Clover. "Though I gotta admit, being able to fly like this without a Jetpack has been kinda cool."

"By the way, Jerr, what's gonna happen to all those poor animals in Terrier's pet shop?" asked Alex, unable to keep the concern from coming out in her voice.

"Don't worry, they'll be well looked after at the local animal sanctuary, until we can find some decent owners who can take proper care of them," assured Jerry.

"Boy, that's good to hear. Woof!" smiled Alex as she wagged her tail again.

"Hey, as soon as we're back to normal, how about we get around to watching that movie at last?" suggested Clover.

"Uh, I think I'll pass," laughed Sam. "After this mission, I think I've had all I can take of frogs to last me a real long time."

"Well in that case, perhaps you girls should watch something a bit more cultured," suggested Jerry, "like 'The 100 Greatest Works Of William McGonagall', or maybe you'll prefer 'Plan 9 From Outer Space', or…"

"On second thoughts," said Sam quickly, "'Princess and the Frog' sounds pretty good to me!"

And with that, the spies hurriedly left the bench and made their way over to the WOOHP lab for the antidote, before Jerry could come up with any more bad film suggestions!