Milkee, Milkee Catchee Kittee

The forces of the Militia, the last significant resistance on the island (and hence the world) were nowhere to be seen. The building in fact appeared to be deserted and was completely dark. Somewhat surprised by this turn of events, but otherwised unperturbed, the kittens clambered over the walls and swarmed into the courtyard. Once on the otherside they began to make their way to the building's main entrance. However they were in for a surprise. Before them, in the middle of the courtyard, lay something none of them had expected.

An enormous saucer of warm milk. The saucer was fashioned from a single cross section of a giant redwood and was easily nine fathoms across. Filled with hot lactal goodness it lay there, glinting in the moonlight like a lovely creamy lake. Mmmmmmm!

Try as they might, the demon-kittens (who, after all, were 50% kitten) could not resist the lure of the warm milk. Padding over on their cute little paddy-paws, they moved gingerly to the edge of the big saucer. Then, almost in unity, they began to lap up the milk; warily at first, but, determining that the milk was not poisoned, more and more vigourously until the night air was filled with the sounds of demonic little kitten tongues going "lupluplupluplupluplup . . ."

The first thing the kittens knew about the attack was when two of their number had their backs snapped by the impact of the boots of Sir Josh of Burbank. Josh yelled a yeel of defiance as he was followed by John-Henry Irons, Duke and the rest of the Militia, who had been cunningly hidden in the shadows (on second thoughts, the large number of potted shrubs surrounding the saucer had seemed a little incongruous). With war cries in their throats they leapt into the midst of the demonic kitten horde, breaking spines and crushing skulls with wild abandon with their boots.

Ah yes, the boots. For this was the nub of the plan. While Josh's original suggestion had been poo-pooed by nearly all, Duke the inventor had cast his vote in favour of the scheme. When asked why, he had proudly revealed his newest invention: Bother Boots. Powered by a wizardry Duke called "elastic-trickery" or such which none of the others understood, the boots gave the wearer's feet the jumping and kicking power of fifty wild horses.

It was garbed in such footwear that the Militia now descended on the kittens, dealing out payback for the havoc they had wreaked. "Take that, Tiddles!" Josh roared as he kicked the head of one particularly adorable ginger demon-kitten clean off of its neck.

1. The demon-kittens are defeated
2. The demon-kittens are defeated - but only for now. Everyone knows they will be back soon, and in greater numbers
3. The demon-kittens rally against the Militia and tear the skins from their bones

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