Inside the dimly lit, neon-glowing ruins of the old PetSmart, Agent Bunny crouched behind a toppled hamster habitat. Her left ear twitched—alien transmission incoming. “Coordinates locked,” she muttered, chomping through a glowing alien cable. Sparks flew. The lights flickered. A monitor beeped: UFO disabled. She dusted her paws. “Amateurs,” she sniffed, hopping off as a squirrel in sunglasses gave her a slow nod.
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