The following morning, a plain brown sedan pulled into the parking lot of Megakat Biochemical Labs and into one of the parking spaces reserved for the building's researchers.

Dr. N. Zyme got out, briefcase in one paw and shutting his door with the other, and he hurried to the main entrance, having seen the broken glass in the front doors and the Enforcer cruiser parked outside. A pair of Enforcer commandos were by the desk as Zyme entered. All around there was evidence of a fight, burn marks from blasters, overturned chairs, not to mention the stairwell door off its hinges. He approached the commandos.

"What happened?" he asked.

"There was a break-in last night, sir," said the taller of the two.

"I see," Zyme sighed.

"Commander Feral should arrive shortly," added the other commando.

Zyme nodded, and then they heard the sound of an approaching car. Turning to look out through the shattered glass of the doors, Zyme saw the blue and white Enforcer Commander-issue cruiser pull up behind the plain gray one. Commander Feral and Lieutenant Felina Feral got out of the car and came into the lobby. The two commandos saluted.

"Good morning," Feral said as he returned the salute.

"Commander," Zyme replied.

"I'm sure you already know there was a break-in," said the Commander.

Zyme nodded. "Who was behind it?"

"Dr. Viper," said Felina. "He and one of his mutant flunkies."

"Viper," the biochemist said, shaking his head. "Why did I even ask? He's always behind these break-ins."

"Anyway," continued Feral. "None of my men have touched the scene since. I'd hoped we could go through and see what's missing, Dr. Zyme."

"All right," Zyme replied after a moment.

"Well, then," Feral gestured to the elevator with his baton. "Shall we?"

"Oh, yes, of course."

Zyme led the way as he, Commander Feral, and Felina went to the elevator. Feral took a moment to instruct the two commandos to remain in the lobby, just in case Viper decided to show himself again.

Once they reached the 15th floor and departed from the elevator, Zyme was shown into the main lab, which showed few signs of being ransacked, but Zyme noticed instantly that a few containers of Katalyst 100 were missing from the shelves. Feral and his niece stood back as the biochemist went around the room, checking to see if anything else was missing.

"Well, Zyme," Feral said at length, "anything missing?"

"Yes," the biochemist said. "A few of these containers of Katalyst 100."

He took one from the shelf and showed it to Feral, who snorted in annoyance. "Viper's always after these things," he said.

"Yes, I sometimes wonder if he ever actually does anything with them," Zyme said, giving a small laugh as he returned the flask to the shelf.

Felina spoke up then. "Anything else?"

Zyme scratched his chin, getting a sudden eerie feeling. Looking past the Enforcers, he spied the back shelf where the biological specimens of various kinds were kept, and he suddenly gasped.

"Oh, no," he whispered, seemingly forgetting that Feral and Felina were even there.

"What's wrong?" Feral asked.

When Zyme didn't reply, Felina said, "Dr. Zyme, are you all right?"

"I don't know," he finally said.

Felina exchanged looks with her uncle. Zyme looked like he was going to be sick or something. Finally, the Commander stepped forward and put his hand on Zyme's shoulder.

"Dr. Zyme," he said. "What's wrong?"

"He's taken it," the biochemist replied distantly.

"Taken what? Something other than the Katalyst 100?"

Zyme swallowed a considerable lump in his throat, twice, before he finally replied.

"Please excuse me, I feel faint, I think I...need to get something fizzy from the soda machine," he said. "I'll explain when I get back.."

With that, Zyme moved past Feral and out the doors, into the hall, leaving the Commander and his niece looking stunned.

"What was that all about?" Felina inquired.

"I don't know," her uncle replied. "But I'm starting to get a bad feeling.."

Stan peered around the corner of the alley across the street from Megakat Biochemical Labs, cautiously, and he scowled when he saw the two Enforcer cruisers parked outside of the building. Where were they when Billy and Arturo had been killed? When their attempted mugging had turned sour, Stan had fled, but he'd remained crouched on the other side of the fence. The wallet of the kat they'd mugged was probably still on the ground.

Noticing no Enforcers were in sight, Stan slowly crept from the alley and into the street. He saw laying there not only the wallet but his dropped switchblade as well. Picking up both items, he chuckled as he put them into his pocket. Turning to go back into the alley, he stopped as he noticed what seemed to be a football-sized cylinder of some kind, laying in the gutter.

"Huh? What's that?" he said aloud to no one.

Walking over, he reached down and picked the thing up, then went back into the alley to inspect his find. It was cracked open, but the purple-colored contents had not leaked out or anything. It had a label, but it was wrinkled and obscured by age and by the cracked glass. He could only make out the word 'Giant' and the letters 'B' and 'A.'

Unscrewing the lid, he upended the container and dumped the contents out into his open palm curiously, and cringed as it felt like Jell-O mixed with sand.

"Yuck," he said.

In disgust, he flung the stuff away. Rather, he tried to. He realized the gunk was seemingly stuck to his hand!

"What gives?"

Suddenly, it began to bubble and fizz. It seemed to liquefy itself and expand, covering his hand and his forearm in mere seconds! Worse, it burned like acid. Stan yelped, and flung his arm about, trying to shake it off, but it was no use. In less than a minute, his entire arm and half his torso was covered in this gunk, and somehow Stan felt that it wasn't just covering him...he was turning into this crud!

"Aahhh! No! No! Noooooo!"

By then, the stuff had engulfed him up to the neck.

Commander Feral and Felina jerked their heads up as they heard the bloodcurdling scream from outside. They raced over to the huge windows of the lab, and looked down at the street. From out of an alley across the street staggered a kat with a loud green mohawk hairstyle....who was covered almost entirely in some kind of purple slime! The two Enforcer commandos Feral had left in the lobby responded immediately, hurrying out the front entrance and towards the obviously troubled kat.

As everyone looked on, the kat began a very horrible transformation. The gunk bubbled up, engulfing his entire head, leaving just the mohawk visible. He quickly doubled, then tripled in size, growing to nearly twenty feet tall. Two glaring, yellow eyes appeared and then a gaping maw curved into a sinister grin. The former kat bellowed as it reached out for the two stunned commandos with its gooey hands.

Felina looked at her uncle. "Uncle, is that-" she began.

"Yes, Felina," Feral replied, turning to face her. "It's a giant bacteria."

Their attention was drawn back to the scene as they heard a loud scream, and one of the commandos was seized in the monster's hand, and then the bacteria stuffed its screaming victim into its mouth and swallowed, and then reached for the second commando. Feral turned away, unable to watch anymore, taking out his walkie-talkie.

"This is Commander Feral," he said into it. "I'm at Megakat Biochemical, and I'm in serious need of backup!"

It was at this point that Dr. Zyme returned, a can of soda in his hand. "What's going on?" he asked, approaching the windows. He stopped, and the can fell from his hand onto the floor, spilling soda everywhere. With a sudden cry, he leapt back, screaming "Get away from the windows!!"

Feral turned to look, noting that the bacteria monster had already finished off the second commando, both kats' discarded blaster rifles laying in the street. Taking Zyme's advice, he and Felina stepped back from the window. Zyme was so hysterical that Felina actually had to restrain him. Luckily, the bacteria did not take notice of those inside the building, instead turning to lumber down the street, away from the labs.

"It's leaving," Feral said. He spoke into the walkie-talkie again. "Subject is heading west, down Katalina Avenue! Take extreme caution, normal weapons won't work against this thing!"

Growling, he walked over and grabbed Zyme by the front of his lab coat, lifting him up to eye level. He knew that the biochemist had come within inches of losing his life the last time they had to deal with the giant bacteria, and so he understood Zyme's hysterical reaction, but he couldn't be gentle right now. Not with another one of those things on the loose!

"How is this possible?! I thought you said all those things were destroyed!"

"They were! This is a new one!" Zyme whimpered.

Feral shook the biochemist roughly. "Where did it come from?! I want answers and I want them now!"

Chance Furlong yawned. He was in the kitchen, in just a pair of sweatpants, waiting for a pot of coffee to finish brewing. Jake was already up and about, but Chance, well, he wasn't a morning person. Finally, the light on the coffee machine turned from red to green, indicating the brew's completion. Taking out the pitcher, he poured the pitch-black contents into his Scaredy-Kat mug. After adding creamer and a considerable amount of sugar, he moped into their 'living room' and plopped down beside Jake on the car seat.

On the TV, Saturday morning cartoons were being aired, the tail end of the all-night Scaredy-Kat marathon. Chance's mood was instantly brightened as he saw Scaredy-Kat, in pith helmet and exploring the catacombs of a pyramid, receive a scare from a mummy, whereupon a beautiful she-kat dressed in Egyptian garb handed him a bomb, which he accepted, and then screamed as it exploded. Chance howled with laughter, spilling a bit of his coffee.

"Whoa!" he cried. "Hot, hot, hot!"

Jake shook his head, sipping his orange juice. "Don't you ever get sick of this show?"

"What do you mean?" Chance questioned, eyeing his friend.

"It's always the exact same stuff over and over. Scaredy-Kat gets scared, and then he's blown up by some hot she-kat with a bomb."

"So? It's funny!" Chance grinned, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Yeah, for kittens," Jake chuckled.

"Hey, I watch that stupid David Litterbin guy with you, so hush."

Jake just sighed, draining his glass of juice. Just as Scaredy-Kat was about to get whacked with a giant mallet, which Jake knew to one of Chance's favorite running gags on the cartoon, the episode was interrupted by a blue screen with 'Kat's Eye News Flash!' across it.

"Hey!" Chance yelled.

Ann Gora appeared onscreen, seated behind her newscaster's desk. "This is Ann Gora, Kat's Eye News. We regret to interrupt your regularly scheduled program, to bring you this important news!"

Chance rolled his eyes. "It had better be important if it means I gotta miss Scaredy-Kat gettin' whacked with a mallet!"

"Sshhh!" hissed Jake.

"It seems as though another gigantic bacteria has made its appearance in Megakat City," Ann continued.

"What?!" Chance and Jake gasped in unison.

"The bloblike creature is currently making its way west along Katalina Avenue, and an Enforcer patrol is on the way to meet the threat, although this reporter would feel quite a bit better if the SWAT Kats were there to help."

The screen changed to show some wobbly footage of the creature in question, obviously taken by an inexperienced onlooker, and yes, it was a giant bacteria. The only difference being that it had a bright green mohawk of all things.

"Not one of these things again!" Jake moaned.

"Relax, buddy," Chance said. "We'll just use a couple of Megavolt Missiles to take care of this thing! Heck, even the Enforcers could waste that pile of crud since everyone knows their weakness is electricity!" He got up from his seat, rather carelessly setting the Scaredy-Kat mug on the nearby table, spilling some of the coffee. "Come on!"

"Where are you going?"

"We don't want to disappoint Ann Gora, do we?" he replied with a smirk.