Eye of the Storm

Wilbert's Deadly Plan

We are onto the final chapters. Get ready.

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Bella couldn't help rolling her eyes as Wilbert tied her up, obviously thinking she was unconscious. Even if this situation was scary, she couldn't help but think that this was.. old, by now. This was probably the third, or fourth time, that she'd been kidnapped. Suddenly, she growled. How did he escape from his prison?!

"Seriously, Wilbert? Why won't you give up?" she snarled. Wilbert simply smiled. "I won't give up until you are and your annoying friends are killed, Bella."

This very statement sent a shiver down her spine. Wilbert looked up, his eyes shining excitedly, all of a sudden. "Say, my dear. Do you want to hear about my plans?"

"Please, I don't want to know."

He laughed. "Oh, why did I even ask? I was going to say it anyway." He had her

sit down on a log. Whiteout was next to her, with a bored and angry expression. "Good luck escaping this one."

"Have you ever wondered why I created this magnificent machine? Well, darling, I'll tell you why. The Storm Maker 3000 is just the beginning of my plan, Operation: Eye of the Storm!" he screeched triumphantly.

"Eye of the Storm? That's the best you could come up with?"

"Silence! When I broke up with Barbara, all I wanted was revenge. But you know what I want even more now?"

"The world's destruction, Bella. I want to destroy the world. And using my magnificent machine, I can do just that!"

Bella stared at him in horror. "The madness has seized you completely, Wilbert."

The beagle glanced over at Whiteout and was surprised to notice that the arctic fox was.. scared? Was she actually frightened of Wilbert and his plan now? Then yet again, perhaps Whiteout was putting it on.

Suddenly Wilbert grabbed her with his filthy paws. "We're going somewhere, Bella," he purred. "We're going to a certain iceberg hideout."

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"Our Octopod.." Kwazii groaned. "We won't be able to play table-tennis anymore!"

Ignoring Kwazii; the Octonauts were frantically looking for a specific beagle. The grief for their once beloved home had been replaced with fright.

Captain Barnacles decided that this had gone far enough. For once, he was actually thinking of the Octonauts going to Wilbert and demanding he hand over Bella. The Octonauts were peaceful, quiet members. But now, they had been forced into battle.

Finding Bella would be a difficult task, he decided. He was heavy with guilt. All he wanted to do right now, was find Bella, and make sure she was safe.

Wilbert would pay. Whiteout would pay.

They both would.

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