The Story

[Tiria Wildlough]

Unable to help himself, he took a lick...

[James Gryphon]

...of the glass jar, which looked unbelievably appealing!

[DanielofRedwall]

He then put it back and decided he would order a tomato sauceless pizza from the local pizza shop, as he believed they would exist now that it was six thousand years in the future.

[James Gryphon]

He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone and call, before realizing that his ancient cell phone would probably not be compatible with anything in the 81st century.

[Icefire]

So he went searching for the kitten to ask how to contact the pizza shop.

[DanielofRedwall]

But he did not know that all this time the cute little kitten was an evil mastermind, and had been setting a trap for him all this time.

[Icefire]

Poor clueless Jim walked right into the trap.

[Redwall Musician]

"First I will capture this man. Then the world! Mwahahahahah!" laughed the kitten who captured Jim in a washer.

[Nightfire]

then he got bored and let Jim go, and the kitten ran off to Kotir.

[Matthias720]

Kotir, of course, was the name of the kitten mastermind's hideout.

[James Gryphon]

Six thousand years of breeding and genetic experiments had produced a race of telepathic, talking cats, of which this cat was the final surviving example.

[Nightfire]

He ran upstairs to the tallest tower, then started creating an evil concotions made from dead fish and sourkraut juice.

(Sorry, I was watching Red Skelton last night, and I just had to post Sourkraut juice somewhere.)

[James Gryphon]

Meanwhile, Jim was still hungry and decided to go outside and see what was around.

[Redwall Musician]

As he did so, a fat beaver came and sat on his feet.

[Mad Maudie]

"Why are you sitting on my feet?" he asked the beaver
"Cause they are warm and comfy you never see bare feet nowadays" the fat beaver said looking at him