
Good day, readers. This is your chief.
At large is an average-height, barely-muscular man closely equipped with a ream of paper and vast creativity based on the real or fictional people, places, things and he either likes or dislikes. His name is “The Marauder”, and his game is wild, heavy personality-driven, shamely-written critiques and commentary of any piece of media he feels like.
Your mission: Read this review from of this short-lived Saturday Morning Cartoon centering around a skilled and focused team of bipedal anthropomorphic (two) feline and (three) canine spies traveling across the country and stopping villains from unleashing various types and portions of evil upon the country and the world with their A1 leadership, cunning maskery, futuristic gadgetry, hoss-style strength, okay timing and judgment and world-class, futuristic technology no one will ever see anywhere else, and stop him for making other poorly-timed and composed pieces.
That is all. This parody will self-destruct in 5 sentences.