The Deuo
I've never been very sure of this pair of kittens. They are known all too well to be bad luck. They have never been called 'thieves' or 'trouble makers', just 'mischievous prank-pulling brats'.
Ever sense Mistoffelees came to the junkyard and became a jellical, Pouncival and he have been playing the worst pranks, even Munkustrap says that they are worse than Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. Together these two kittens are sly and rather cunning kits, but apart they are vague and aloof angels.
Misto has only been with us for a little while, but already he has a bad reputation, and my dear brother Pounce has lost his good one. Pounce and Tumble were always so sweet, now Tumble thinks that Misto took his place and changed his original best friend into a demon.
I promise you, those two will have some serious trouble, very serious trouble…
Misto and Pounce stood atop a pile of junk looking down upon a sleeping tabby, Munkustrap. Misto got into a defensive position, and stood above the tabby, while Pounce shot him disturbed glances.
"Are you sure we aren't gonna be in trouble?" He said in a quivering voice.
"Of course not. Now lets finish the job." Misto leaned over and looked back at Pounce. "Now." he said.
Pounce knocked a ball over the side of the junk heap, and it hit Munkustrap squarely in the nose. Munk looked up to see what hit him, when Misto dropped a bucket of ice cold water on his head. As soon as that was done, the deuo were on their feet and running. Munk lifted the bucket from his head and raced after them.
Munk caught up easily to Pounce, and with a fair swoop had the kitten in his paw by the scruff of his neck. Pounce yelped in surprise.
"Help! Misto! HELP!" Pounce screamed as Munk dragged him back to the junkyard.
Misto however, kept running, fleeing from Munk, knowing what type of a mood Munk was in. He didn't realize for quite some time that Pounce wasn't following him.
He stopped the look around, when something hit him on the head…