Inside A Multiverse Domination Set-Up

Inside A Multiverse Domination Set-Up is the fifteenth chapter in the Wombles Eight.

Katy had gone back to her mansion’s living-room, and was searching through the recipe for love-spell cookies to check that she had all the ingredients. Tara walked in, looking concerned. “Katy, Your Majesty,” she said anxiously. “I need to discuss something with you.”

“Like what?” snapped Katy. Tara sighed a dramatically fed-up sigh. “I think there’s a traitor in our midst.”

Katy looked up from the spell-book immediately. “Do you now. And who are you going to blame it on? Hm, Tara?”

“Catwoman.”

“Catwoman.” Said Katy with distaste. “I’d hope that when you blamed somebody else for your own failures it would’ve at least been…a logical decision. Selina Kyle would never betray me.”

“My own failures?” asked Tara, feigning bafflement. “What are you talking about, my own failures? I haven’t betrayed you!”

“You are NOT convincing me.”

“But -I-Katy, I haven’t betrayed you! Not in the slightest!”

Katy got off of her seat. She pulled out her knife and held it in the air dangerously close to Tara’s neck as she circled her with a mocking smile plastered on her face.

“I’m going to kill you, Tara.” She said sang out playfully. She jammed the blade deep into Tara’s neck. It only drew blood and knocked her out. She was still perfectly alive, but Katy was too vain to bother checking and just left.

Charlie, Gambit and Lady Diana were all eating lunch with Katrina at her place. Katrina’s mobile rang. She looked at it and said, “Sorry, kids, I have to take this.” The others all just declared, “We’re not kids!”

“Sorry.” Said Katrina and walked out into the hallway to answer her phone. “What’s up?” she asked. “The multiverse domination plot.” Replied the caller. “We don’t deal with things that big.” Countered Katrina. “We do when they include our pre-made enemies.” Explained the caller.

“Who?”

“Esmerelda Summers.”

“What?”

“She’s one of the remaining Superlatives.”

“I thought she was dead.”

“Yeah, well, this is what happens when you never found the body, I guess.”

“OK, I’ll head straight over and meet you at HQ.”

“Thank you, Agent Purdey.”

The call ended.

Wellington was miserable. He was in another cell since the torture had stopped with his left ankle shackled to a heavy iron chain. There was just enough length of iron chain to allow him to move around the cell but too short to reach the door which was frustratingly left open. He suspected that it would be futile to try leaving and he was right. Catwoman sat just out of sight surrounded by bowls of milk.

Currently she was lazily sniffing lines of pure grade catnip with her whip laying across her leather clad legs. Since joining Katy’s team she had several luxury leather outfits. Today’s was a matching top which vainly showed off her midriff and matching leggings. They were finished in a red and black leopard pattern with highly polished finish that reflected like a mirror. She looked quite casual, even occasionally purring at herself in the mirror, but was actually pin-sharp. Ready to drive any foolish prisoner back into their cell.

Wellington knew he was doomed whichever way things went. He could build a gateway to the multiverse to open breaches to several worlds. That he figured would be ending everything for everyone. He could refuse but that would get him killed only for some other genius to be captured. Eventually one of them would build the machine and everyone would be doomed. He went through the motions drawing up his plans for the machine feeling guilty, scared and in pain. He started to sob.

Just then a big hand clapped him on the shoulder. He shuddered in pain and expected the worst. “You fool!” Wellington heard behind him. It was BA. BA and his Muscle Crew had just been marched into the cell by Dora. “The witch has gone. The crazy cat woman is asleep. It’s time to make a plan! Who are you?” asked BA.

“You already said” mumbled Wellington. “I’m a fool! A stupid little, half blind fool!” he continued then carried on sobbing. “You ain’t no fool! You a genius! That’s why the chief witch took you! What you got is a problem!” replied BA. “I know that” said Wellington “but I know I don’t know what I need to solve it.”  BA already knew the answer. “If you gotta problem you need” he started. “The A Team!” finished the Muscle Crew and some familiar voices.

The familiar voices were Murdock, Face and Hannibal. Wellington suddenly saw hope. “But how did you” he started. “We tunnelled in using the Colonel’s exploding cigars!” replied Murdock. “And my charm to get them back from the public.” Face added. “Are you saying that you gave away explosives to everybody for free?” asked a shocked Wellington. “That’s right soldier!” said Hannibal. “Oh” replied Wellington who couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Tomsk spoke up now. “We need a new a plan” he said. “What have we got?” asked Face. “Iron, tools, electronics, rare metals, the usual things” replied Wellington. “I have a plan” said Murdock then whistled. “That ain’t no plan fool!” said BA. Just then a lot of tigers came into the cell, which was fortunately quite big. Face immediately started giving them steaks in case they got hungry enough to eat him.

“Tigers are good” said Wellington feeling more confident. “They are indeed young womble!” said another familiar voice. It was Tiger Club Uncle Bulgaria! TCUB was being carried by his scarf by a big white, female Siberian. She started to clean TCUB with her long rough tongue. Oddly TCUB looked quite pleased about it. Wellington thought about it. It actually made a lot of sense to him as it was much better than being eaten.

“Fools! I got a better plan!” said BA. “This itty bitty womble is no soldier! And he’s injured! But we got everything we need to make him a soldier!”  “I love it when a plan comes together!” said Hannibal. The Muscle Crew started humming the A Team tune with Tomsk conducting because his humming was notoriously bad.

Wellington started drawing furiously as Hannibal burned through chain with an acidic cigar. Murdock and his tigers guarded the cell as they worked. When Wellington finished his plans the Muscle Crew hauled everything he needed around for him. Wellington smelted, moulded, cooled, welded, wired, fitted circuits, added switches, and finally said “finished”.

The A Team, Muscle Crew, Tigers and TCUB all stood in amazement. “Put it on fool!” said BA. Wellington did put it on then replied. “I am not a fool! I am” he started then paused. “What?” said the A Team, Muscle Crew and TCUB. The tigers just roared. “Iron Womble!” finished Wellington and raised his hand. He was now clad in an armoured, iron suit with rockets in the big boots and gauntlets. The raised gauntlet glowed blue. Light shot out from it then blasted the outer wall of the cell. The others looked at Iron Womble in amazement suddenly noticing that he now had two eyes. The missing eye was replaced by bright blue one the colour of the blaster in his gauntlets. “Go fool!” shouted BA and Iron Womble did. He flew out through the side of the mansion into the bright blue sky!

As he sped through the sky Wellington saw a huge queue of cars. He activated the computer in his helmet and zoomed in. There were lots of signs saying ''Batcave this way! Visit now fools!''  The crowds below looked up in amazement at the sight of Wellington. “Is it a bird?” asked a man. “Is it a plane?” asked a girl. “No!” shouted a woman. “It’s Super Womble!”  “No!” shouted down Wellington. “I am Iron Womble!” he told the crowd. They all cheered loudly.

So loudly that Catwoman woke up. She casually slunk over to Wellington’s cell and stared in horror. Wellington was gone and the cell was a mess of odd pieces of iron, wires and broken circuit boards. As she walked she gasped when the hole in the wall came into view. Finally she saw the tunnel. “Noooo!” she shouted but shouldn’t have done. Katy stormed down to the dungeons to find out what the commotion was about. There she saw Catwoman on her own standing over a large hole in the floor next to an even bigger hole in the wall.

“I, I’ll get him back for you!” stammered Catwoman. “Imbecile!” shouted Katy. “You have failed! This organisation does not tolerate failure!” Katy screamed. Catwoman had no time to react before she was hurled out through the wall to find herself falling 100 foot down. Katy came into the cell thinking that it was a bad idea to have the dungeons in a 100 foot tall tower. But it was handy for killing failures like Selina.