Coop and Dennis wanted to watch Captain Blasteroid. They enjoyed the fact that they finally got rid of the purple terror forever.
Millie: Where's Mr. Kat?
Coop: We don't know.-Coop switched on the TV, switched it to a channel where they were reporting news.
Millie: Mr. Kat! Mr. Kat!
News anchor: Today's news. Vandalism occurred at the Halas-Finom falat factory. Someone made a big fuss and drugged the security guard. No valuables disappeared from the factory, but they destroyed one of their robots, which was an important security system of the factory, and they also managed to disable the cameras, so the culprits are introducing themselves. Extraordinary news, just arrived, the charming Honey Fluff has disappeared from the Del Oro house, and we are hooking up Phoebe Del Oro, her owner, live.-Coop, Dennis and Millei were surprised to see that Phoebe was hooking up in front of their house.
Reporter: Ms. Del Oro, who do you think might have stolen your cat?
Phoebe: I don't know, she just suddenly seemed to go crazy, she ran and got into a black car, where a strange woman picked her up, but I think she was hired, and I can guess who.-Millie ran out to the reporter and she started talking.
Millie: My cat is also gone, it was purple in color with beautiful black eyes.
Coop: I don't understand this, would mom have taken Honey Fluff too? This woman is so unpredictable and stubborn!-Dennis looks at Coop with a smile.
Dennis: Oh yeah, don't you remind you of someone?
Coop: For Millie?
Dennis: It's true that she used to behave like that, but I was thinking of you.
Coop: Great, we both hit it off, no wonder dad can't stand us!
Reporter: Ladies and Gentlemen, it looks like a cat thief is lurking in Bootsville, so protect your pets!-the camera still took Phoebe and Millie, and Phoebe knocked on Aunt Munson's house.
Ms. Munson (shouting): What do they want here?-sees Milliet-Oh hi Millie!
Millie: What? You think Ms. Munson is the cat thief.
Phoebe: Good evening Ms. Munson, may I speak to your niece.
Ms. Munson: Yes, on one condition, if you all get the hell out of here!- she yelled into the reporter's microphone. made a smaller slice. The crew of the news show left. - Fiona, come down!
Fiona appeared at the front door and didn't understand why Phoebe was looking for her.
Fiona: Hi Phoebe, hi Millie what are you looking for..
Phoebe: I know it was you!
Fiona: What are you talking about?
Phoebe: You hired the cat thief! Where is Honey Fluff?
Fiona: I didn't hire anyone, so why would I need your cat?
Millie: Come on Phoebe, surely Fiona didn't hire the cat thief, and how would she get the money anyway?
Phoebe: I'm telling Millie that I know what kind of family she comes from and that because of your brother she would be able to do everything to hurt me.-Fiona just rolled her eyes at Phoebe's stupidity.
Fiona: Enough of this nonsense. I didn't collude with anyone to steal a cat. Why would I do that?
Phoebe: Because you hate Honey Fluff and my whole family!
Fiona: That's nonsense! I'm just trying to accept some things and now here you are hating without even knowing what's going on.
Millie: Phoebe, Fiona wouldn't steal a cat. Maybe she's not the thief.
Phoebe: (pouting) Okay, maybe I'm wrong. But someone has stolen two cats, and that can't go without a word!
Ms. Munson: (angrily) And maybe you should go home before you have real problems!
Phoebe angrily stepped away and walked towards the door.
Phoebe: You'll see, they even found out I was right!
As Phoebe left, the group was still trying to process what had happened. Fiona still found it hard to believe everything, and the unexpected situations only made the already complex situation even more complicated.
Ms. Munson: But Millie, you can stay for tea if you want.
Millie: Thank you, Ms. Munson. Maybe I'll be here a little longer until everything settles down.
Ms. Munson: Feel free.
After Phoebe walked out the door, the mood in the house calmed down. Fiona and Millie were trying to understand what was going on and decide how to proceed.
Millie: Fiona, I don't think you're the cat thief. There must be something else behind it.
Fiona: And why does Phoebe think I have anything to do with this? I do not understand.
Millie: Maybe she's just frustrated and wants to blame everyone. Who do you think the cat thief could be? And why did she take Mr. Kat?
Fiona thought. It is certain that Monica is not an ordinary mother, she leaves her family, helps her son, but takes her cat away from her daughter. He doesn't know what to say to Millien. If he told the truth that it was his mother, the Burtonburger family would be in trouble for sure. Millie would call her dad crying, ruining the date and everything.
Fiona: I have no idea Millie.
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Meanwhile, Burt and Ms. Branningan met outside the restaurant. The woman got out of her light green Smart car. She was very pretty, wearing a red dress with a skirt that reached above her knees, her long blond straight hair was let out and she was wearing a red headband and black high heels.
Burt: Good evening Ms. Branningan! I brought this with you!-He hands her the bouquet of flowers.
Ms. Branningan: Oh, thank you so much, they're so beautiful! This is my favorite flower. But please don't call me Ms. Brannigan again! Let's leave this formality aside, we're about the same age, feel free to call Sarah.
Burt: Okay, Sarah then. (smiles) You look amazing tonight. (But I'll write it as Ms. Brannigan in the dialogue, since that's the only way we know her in canon)
Ms. Brannigan: (laughs) Thank you, Burt. You're not bad either! Looks like you picked a good place for dinner tonight.
Burt: Well, I hope you like it. We are ready?
Ms. Brannigan: Yes, of course. (locks his car) By the way, I've never been to this restaurant before.
Burt: (reassuringly) Don't worry, neither do I. I heard good things about it and thought why not try it together?
Ms. Brannigan: I totally agree. (they enter the restaurant) So Burt, what do you do in your spare time?
Burt: Quite a lot of things, I like cooking, renovating old things, gardening, watching historical films, dancing, and I used to do sports, but since I was left alone with the children, I have less time for it.
Ms. Brannigan: (intrigued) Really? You seem to be involved in many interesting things. Tell me, which is your favorite dish?
Burt: (thinking) It's hard to choose, but perhaps one of the best things I make is homemade lasagna. According to my little family recipe.
Ms. Brannigan: (joyfully) Wow, I'd love to try that! I also like to cook, but for now I'm only familiar with the classics.
Burt: Nothing wrong with that, the classics always work. And what about your hobbies, Sarah?
Ms. Brannigan: Well, one of my great passions is reading books. I am mostly interested in science books. Then there is the garden painting, which I have just started, and I love antique furniture.
Burt: (with pleasure) Garden painting and antique furniture, these really sound like unique and beautiful hobbies. And let's not forget about dancing!
Ms. Brannigan: (laughs) Yeah, dancing is always fun. I hope we can dance together one day.
Burt: Absolutely. And how long have you been teaching math?
Ms. Brannigan: It's been quite a few years now, and I've always thought it was important for my students to enjoy my classes.
Burt: You started teaching here around the time Coop started school, if I remember correctly.
Ms. Brannigan: Yes, I used to live in Vancouver and taught math there, first in a public school and then in a private school. I lived there all my life, I got married there.
Burt: Were you married?
Ms. Brannigan: Yes, it just turned out that he cheated on me and I filed for divorce. My ex-husband is a famous film producer, so at that time the tabloids were full of him, even the reporters tried to stop him. So I decided to start a new life with my son.
Burt: Do you have a son?
Ms. Brannigan: Yes. Why, is it a problem?
Burt: No, I just surprised.
Ms. Branningan: So, I found a Math teacher job here in Bootsville, I also found a house for sale and we moved here.
Burt: But who's your son?
Ms. Brannigan: I don't think you do. His father won't let him go to public school, so he goes to a private school in Timberlake, because there isn't one here in Bootsville, right? It is also less embarrassing for him that his mother is not his math teacher.-Ms. Branningan takes out her smartphone and shows Burt a photo of a blond boy. - This is my son, his name is Kyle. (Yes, that Kyle) He looks like his father.
Burt: Looks familiar. But how did you get together with a famous film producer?
Ms. Branningan: It wasn't that popular back then. A mutual friend of ours introduced us to each other, I liked him, and he asked for my number. But I also came to talk a little about Coop. So how come such a great man like you is single?
Burt guessed what was coming, the question he didn't want to hear tonight. -So what happened to their mother? Could this have something to do with Coop's strange behavior?
Burt: (changes to a serious tone) I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk about this right now.
Ms. Brannigan: Sure, that's okay.
Burt: But I don't know if that has anything to do with Coop's behavior, they were very young when... my wife died, so they don't even remember her.
Ms. Brannigan: And do you keep in touch with your wife's family?
Burt: I only talk to my brother-in-law on the phone sometimes, but he's a busy man. Following in his father's footsteps, he also became an archaeologist, only he specialized in paleontology, because he always wanted to search for dino bones. He has 3 children, and if everything is true, they will have a 4th. I keep in touch with him only because he used to be a good friend of mine, we were in the same soccerball team in school and he is the most normal in the family.
Ms. Brannigan: What do you mean?
Burt: Did you hear about Dr. Ibrahim Salib, the Egyptian-born archaeologist-Egyptologist who married with a Canadian woman?
Ms. Brannigan: Isn't he the one who claims his ancestor was a pharaoh who fought aliens?
Burt: Well, he's my father-in-law.
Ms. Braningan: What? Seriously?
Burt: You know Sarah, I never got along with him because he has quite a difficult nature. Even my mother-in-law left him. She was the one who reminded me of your story, because she was also a teacher who moved here after the divorce, only she was an English teacher. And I'm afraid if Coop met him, it would only make his behavior worse. Well, let's talk about a more cheerful topic.
Ms. Branningan: (reassuringly) Yes, of course, a more cheerful topic. I think everyone has their own burdens and challenges in life. But let's see what we order for dinner!
Burt: (smiles) Great idea. Let's see what's on offer.
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Monica in the labor of the Area 102.
Monica: Let's see, Mr. Kat, what kind of cat are you. Today I will make you prove who you really are and never go back to that family again! I don't even understand why you weren't kidnapped last time, because you're a disgusting rat. But believe me, I love cats.-Monica took saliva samples from Mr. Kat and Honey Fluff, and there were about 5 other cats in the lab, and she also took from them. With the test, she wondered if Mr. How different is Kat's DNA from the cat here. But what he saw completely shocked him.
Monica: What? It's can't be, his DNA is almost no different from that of the cats here.-Mr. Kat wanted to grin evilly, but because he was still under the effects of the paralyzing injection, he couldn't.
Monica: (frustrated) Something's wrong. These DNA results are incorrect. Or maybe... maybe Mr. Kat is playing tricks somehow, trying to outplay us.- the woman continued to think and turned to Mr. Kat.- Or you might be able to overwrite your own DNA.- Monica continued to analyze the samples- This amazing! Mr. Kat, the unique changes in your DNA are extraordinary. I've never seen anything like it. I wonder if the X-ray shows any difference.
Monica turned on the X-ray machine, but approx. It turned off after 2 seconds.
Monica: What's wrong with this?-she turned it off and on again, nothing. She started pounding. Then she called the maintenance man on the landline there.
Monica: Hello Larry, this is Moonbeam. I'm having trouble with the x-ray machine, it won't turn on at all, come here and check it out!
Larry: Okay, I'll be right there.
Larry, the maintenance man, soon arrived at Monica's lab and began examining the x-ray machine. He's a fairly tall guy in his early 30s, with tan skin, brown eyes, and half-length brown hair covered by a baseball cap. He wore a white T-shirt with gray pants and a gray workman's jacket and black shoes.
Larry: (rubs his chin) Wow, something's really wrong here. It could be a short circuit or something.
Monica: (frustrated) This is happening at a really bad time. I need the machine to explore the cat's internal structure.
Larry: Relax Moonbeam, I'll try to fix it. In the meantime, why don't you try to get some rest? Maybe some fresh air would do you good.
Monica: I'll take a breather when I finally do the test.
Larry: Really Moonbeam, why did you bring all these cats here? Do you want to open a shelter? You know there's a cat thief wanted in Bootsville.
Monica: I know.
Larry: And your colleagues know about it?
Monica: No
Larry: I guessed, you know, since you've been here, you've been complaining that you can't cooperate, and no one has been able to do that after a week.
Monica: At least I managed to break a record here.
Larry: Well, it doesn't seem to have been fixed at all. There is something more serious wrong with it. It might be worth getting a whole new x-ray machine.
Monica: (shaking her head) This takes time, and now would be urgent. Why should it fail now?
Larry: (bewildered) I don't know. There might be something very strange about it.
Monica: Maybe... maybe Mr. Kat is influencing the machine in some way. It's like he's trying to stay a secret.
Larry:Are you serious?
Monica: In principle, no, but now nothing is surprising. We'll find out the truth, but until then I need something else. Is there another lab where we can perform similar tests?
Larry:There's no other lab in town that has this kind of equipment. But I might be able to recommend an external specialist who might be able to help.
Monica: Okay, send me your contact information. Now I'm trying to get results in another way.
Larry: But I'd need Napolitan's approval for that, after all, he's the head of the district.
Monica: No, just don't! They can't find out that I brought you here.-suddenly a male figure appeared at the door of the lab.
Neapolitan: What did you bring here that I can't know about?-then he saw the many cats and looked in amazement.-Moonbeam, what the hell... what are these many cats doing here? And why aren't you wearing your sunglasses?
Monica: I've already said that I don't like to wear it indoors because I can't see in it, there's no point here anyway, because there's no one here to recognize me. The cats are here for testing purposes.
Neapolitan: Do you want to get out and become a cat breeder?
Monica: I won't give you that pleasure.-Napolitan looks at Mr. Kat.
Napolitan: What did you do with this poor cat? How many times do I have to tell you that this cat is not an alien.
Monica: I saw what I saw, this cat-looking thing built a machine, today he put on a small suit of armor and flew with it, he wanted to rob the cat food factory.
Napolitan: If you have that much imagination, you should write a book, but don't involve it in your work.
Monica: Fantasy? Now seriously?-Napolitan went to the table where the results of the DNA test are.
Neapolitan: As I can see, he also did a DNA test, according to which Mr. Kat is an earth cat.
Monica: I think he's just manipulating his own DNA.-Napolitan started to laugh.
Neapolitan: Machines, flying suits of armor, DNA manipulation? Moonbeam, do you think we're in some sci-fi movie?
Monica: Neapolitan, I refuse to accept that it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. I saw what I saw and something was wrong with that cat.
Napolitan: Moonbeam, I don't believe in aliens and you know we don't allow such activities in the lab. So close this whole thing and gather your belongings.
Monica: If you don't believe in aliens, then why are you here? And the other colleagues in this district? You are all good for nothing, you just take money from the government and hang your feet!
Napolitan: You keep teasing us, because you know you won't be exposed anyway, because you're one of the best agents, and because you're here because of higher orders.
Monica: Yes, and why did I become one of the best? Because I listen to my intuition, which is never wrong. Neapolitan, don't be naive. There's something going on here, and I'm not going to let it go unnoticed. There's something about your cat that I don't understand.
Neapolitan: (seriously) Moonbeam, that's enough! Shut down the lab or there will be consequences.
Monica: No!
Napolitan: No? Please leave the lab, I don't want to fight with a woman.
Monica glared at Napolitan and then angrily gathered her things. He knew that if she didn't leave the lab now, she would face serious consequences. But before she left, she asked Neapolitan one last question.
Monica: Why do you want to stop the investigation? Why don't you let me find out what's really going on with this cat?
Napolitan: Because there's nothing you can find out. This is an ordinary cat and all your alien theories are just figments of your imagination.
Monica: But the DNA results! These are not average. There's something about this cat that I don't understand.
Neapolitan: Well, we don't need to know everything. Shut down the lab and say nothing more about this thing.
