Well, it's official! I've finally gathered up the gall to enter BroadwayKhaos's Jellicle Week contest. How many times have I come across this contest, say I'll enter, and then lie O_O Too long.

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"I've had my fortune read today. Apparently I'm in for a pretty crazy week." Beside him a great blond mass of mane quivered with silent laughter and lazily rolled over to smother the drowsy Tugger as he lay on his stomach.

A glazed brown eye slid open to roll about the— quite possibly hollow— cavern of his skull."Hmmm… thought you didn't believe in that loony quack, Munk."

"I don't," Munkustrap agreed, "I was jumped on my way home form the pier."

"Then what's the problem?"

Munkustrap rolled over onto his stomach as well, resting his chin on his paws he looked out from the tire to lazily drag his gaze across the sunbathing Jellicles. All of them lost in their heat-induced ecstasy, purring and looking about as carefree as, well, cats. "What do you think a 'crazy' week would be like around here?"

"Huh!" Tugger pondered, picking through his mane in thought and flicking it out of his mouth periodically as it moved in to finally kill him. "As Protector or as Munkustrap? Because either way you should probably craw into a cave somewhere and wait it out."

Munkustrap snorted and stifled an amused chuckle so as to not disturb the sleeping Mistoffelees beside him. He glanced at the litter of bodies cluttering the clearing and gasped, a dramatic paw draped across a ridiculous charade of fear. "One of them might wake up or roll over or— Oh, I can't bring myself to think about it anymore! I'm a goner, Tug!"

"Yup!" the Coon yawned. "You're screwed, bro."

"Well, at any rate, the crazy nut job that read me was… a couple whiskers short of sane." He paused to reach out over the edge of the tire until his shoulder sang a beautiful crack and left his limp paw to dangle off the luxuriously sweltering black rubber. "I think she might have followed me home."

The body beside his tensed and stretched in the most dignified way someone Tugger's size and furriness could without looking too adorable or exceptionally constipated. He gently rested a paw on Munkustrap's back, pushing as he gently teased, "So if some bugger comes looking for you I'll tell them you ran off to join a mariachis band in Piccadilly."

"I knew there was a reason I kept you around."

Just then Mistoffelees sneezed into his side, paw jerking to lightly smack him in the hip. "Sorry," the tux murmured in his sleep then fell quiet once again. Somewhere below them someone farted and Etcetera rolled over to snuggle up against Jemima. Munkustrap's eyes went wide when he caught Tugger's sleepy gaze.

"And so it begins!"


And so it has, Munkustrap, so it has. :]