Well, you might’ve guessed this already, but Captain Jack picked up the gang and they were on their way to an all-out Tippy search. Hank and the Fishing Cats decided to pass on the boat. It was understandable that the Fishing Cats did, considering Cindy hadn’t been free in a LONG TIME. As for Hank, he wasn’t in the mood for Captain Jack’s driving. He was a little to ‘nipped’ for Hank’s liking.
Pawing right along…
It was like something out of a movie. They were all cramped in a tiny room surrounded by maps. Captain Jack told Baby to take over the steering wheel while he was tracking Tippy. Captain Jack was in his element with all of the equipment and his twitching whiskers. He was trying to explain wind currents to everyone. It was so unbelievingly boring that the Mayor meowed, “Cantz youz movez on? Whatz good iz dis doing?”
“We have to figure out which way the wind would take the kitty,” Captain Jack explained. “This is meowy important.”
“But it’s boring!” Casey yowled. “We can do something else- he couldn’t have went that far.”
“You wanna bet?” Captain Jack meowed. “Tippy could be thousands of miles from here.” He smacked his tail against the board on some island. “Take this place for instance.”