19-COUNTDOWN：THREE, TWO, ONE

COUNTDOWN: THREE, TWO, ONE... by eleven the next morning, we were ready. We were also a little squashed from spending the night in the trunk. Trap was so excited he could hardly keep still. "Can't wait to COOK those cats!" he squeaked. "This is better than the time I cornered those ratburglars with my electronic weed whacker!"

We waited until we spotted Ho-hum Island. Then we quickly scampered into the powder room. No, this powder room wasn't for curling whiskers or fluffing up fur. It was filled with barrels of gunpowder! Each one of us took a barrel of gunpowder and ran to our posts. Our plan was to confuse the pirates and make them believe that the whole ship was on fire. We would start twelve fires in twelve separate spots on the ship. "Three, two, one... fire!" With a crackling noise, flames licked the walls. Black smoke filled the air. We heard the cats shouting: Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!

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The flames were spreading fast, fanned by the wind off the ocean. We wrapped our paws with wet towels to keep from BURNING. The ship was getting hotter than the Cheeses of the World float at the Mousey's Day Parade! Meanwhile, the pirate cats were racing around in a panic. We could hear them meowing. What happened? I want my mommy! Have we been attacked? Did the kitchen blow up?

By now, the ship was glowing from the heat. The cats were hopping around on the deck as if they were standing on the grill at Slinkrat's Sizzling Steak House! After a while, the cats gave up the crazy dance moves and began to jump overboard, "STOP, YOU SCOUNDRELS! ONLY I SAY WHEN IT IS TIME TO JUMP!" meowed a furious Black Bandit. But for once, no one was listening.