Warning: Tacky Love Message Dedication Alert.
Dedicated to Steakman. You came into my life as a friend, and decided to stay in my heart. Thanks for being the prince of my dreams. I can only hope I'll be worthy enough to be the princess of yours!
PRIMAL SCENT BY INTREPID WARRIORS
SEQUEL TO THRILLS & SPILLS & VIVA LA VINNIE! © INTREPID WARRIORS
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KIDDIES, BE WARNED. THIS FANFIC HAS SOME ADULT BEHAVIOUR AND ADULT JOKES.
PLANET PLUTARK, LORD CAMEMBERT'S OFFICE.
"But Lord Camembert, you can't take my beloved tower!" Limburger protested to the fat Plutarkian leader.
"I can, I am and that's all there is to it. You've let me down for the last time Limburger! Your constant failure to bring Chicago to its knees has made us the laughing stock of the entire planet. You're finished, done for, had it, a has been!"
"But Lord Camembert, its all the biker mices' fault! If it wasn't for those meddling mice…."
"QUIET!" roared Camembert. "No more excuses Limburger. You've let me down for the last time. From now on, I'm installing someone I know can get the job done!"
"Wh….Who?" Limburger asked, his voice quavering as the gravity of his situation finally started to sink in.
In answer, Camembert pushed a button on his desk and the doors to his office opened.
"Oh no! Not her!" protested Limburger in horror. "Anyone but her!"
"Limburger, meet your new boss" cooed Camembert, chuckling as he grinned at the new arrival.