First Note: Sylvester, Penelope, and Babbit don't belong to me. Instead, they belong to the Warner Brothers.
Second Note: Thomas the Cat and Choo-Choo don't belong to me. Instead, they belong to Hanna-Barbera.
Part 1
"Man, I am so glad the day is over with!"
Sylvester had just arrived at his one-bedroom apartment on the second floor, nearly slamming the front door.
He flops down on his beige couch and puts his feet on the small table, twitching a little.
"Babbit needs to freakin' stop overlapping deadlines together! No wonder we come to work tired and stressed-out!"
Babbit, the tall and smarter cat of the somewhat famous Babbit and Catstello comedy duo a while back, was his current boss. He claimed that he went to Harvard Law School to be an attorney, but wasn't able to pass the bar exam. But most felines, including Sylvester, doubt this.
"And he needs to stop flirting with Penny so damn much! I'm sure she doesn't like it one bit!"
Sylvester hoped that his statement about Babbit and Penelope was true, but reality had another story to tell. He knew that Penelope was enjoying the attention she was receiving from Babbit, but knowing how stubborn and prideful he is, Sylvester didn't want to admit it.
Sensing that his anxiety and jealousy meters were rising nearly lethal levels, Sylvester rises up from the couch and goes to his CD collection.
Hopefully a CD will calm me down. Sylvester thought as he was looking through his CD collection.
After a couple of minutes of looking, Sylvester finds a CD that catches his attention.
The CD cover was really what caught Sylvester's eyes. It had a feline dressed in 1940s attire, sitting on a lounge chair. It also appeared that she was smoking a cigarette.
Hmm, I don't remember getting this CD. Sylvester thought as he was looking at the cover. He tries to remember who gave him this CD.
After some time, he finally remembers. Penelope gave him the CD as a birthday gift.
"What is this?" Sylvester asked Penelope after receiving the CD.
"Oh, it's an electro-swing CD." Penelope said matter-of-factly.
"The hell is that?"
"It's basically swing music, with a modern, electronic twist." Penelope sees Sylvester's doubtful expression on his face. "You'll like it, trust me."
"I'm sure I will." Sylvester said sarcastically.
Sylvester couldn't help but laugh a little at that flashback. Penelope sure did, and still does, have some interesting musical tastes.
"I guess I'll give it a try," Sylvester says while walking to the CD player. "I may like it, as Penny says."
"Not bad." Sylvester said while sitting down on the couch. "It does have that swing feel."
Sylvester was getting ready to get out a cigarette to smoke on, but for some odd reason, falls asleep.
"Sly!" A voice called out from nowhere to be seen.
"Who's callin' my name?" Sylvester asked in a somewhat confused stupor. He wasn't quite sure where he was and couldn't see anything because of the pitch darkness surrounding him.
"I am!" The voice said again sternly.
Sylvester couldn't help at the fact that the voice sounded eerily familiar. Almost too familiar.
"They're already open!" He protested.
"Try a bit harder, stupid!"
Sylvester actually opened his eyes and was surprised with awe in the sight that lay before him.
He was inside a 1940s theme nightclub that was full of felines. The cats were either wearing suits or elegant dresses, depending on their genders. They were either dancing on the dance floor to jazz music, sitting in the bar drinking and chatting, or sitting on one of the many lounge chairs.
"I told you you would like this place," A voice said from Sylvester's right side.
"Who said that?"
"I did."
When Sylvester turned to the source of voice, he couldn't believe who it was.
It was Thomas, the slender Russian Blue feline who was the same height as Sylvester. He was one of Sylvester's buddies from their old musical days.
No wonder the voice sounded so eerily familiar. Sylvester thought as he greeted Thomas.
"You look sharp Tom!"
Thomas was wearing a 1940s style black suit with a matching black feodora hat.
"Thanks. You look sharp yourself!"
"Really?" Sylvester looked down to see what he was wearing. He was wearing a suit similar to Thomas's, expect it was navy blue.
I don't know how the hell this navy blue suit came from, but I like it! Sylvester thought silently and tried to keep his new found excitement hidden.
But Thomas could see through Sylvester. "Gotta say I'm impressed-" He paused with his eyes wide opened.
"What is it Tom?" Sylvester asked wondering what caught Thomas's attention.
"She's here!" Thomas said excitedly.
"Who's here?"
"Penny!"
"Penny?" Sylvester asked a bit dumbfounded. He wasn't sure if this was one of Penelope's favorite spots to hang out.
"Yes Penny!" Thomas turned Sylvester around and pointed at his target of conversion.
"Oh!" Sylvester said trying to keep his mouth from dropping.
It was some kind of sight. Penelope was wearing a very elegant red dress that showed off her curves. She was standing near one of the lounge chairs, talking to a female Persian cat.
"Ain't she fine?" Thomas asked after they look at Penelope for a couple of minutes.
"Yes, as fine as she can be!" Sylvester nodding his head in agreement. He was getting ready to say something about asking Penelope out when he heard Thomas groaning.
"What?"
"I think we may have competition."
"Huh?"
"Look!" Thomas pointed towards Babbit, who was walking towards Penelope and the Persian cat. He was also dressed very elegant, wearing a brown suit with a brown feodora hat.
"Shit, he's here too?"
"Yeah, since this is a nightclub popular with felines," Thomas said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And the fact that he has a thing for Penny."
"Don't remind me," Sylvester grumbled. After glancing at Babbit and Penelope for a few seconds, he starts to chuckle a little.
"What?" Thomas asked, noticing Sylvester's facial expression.
"They look like opposites!" Sylvester couldn't help but notice the height difference between Babbit and Penelope. Babbit was very tall and slender, while Penelope was very petite and curvy.
"Aw come on Sly! That is not an opposite couple! Now if Penny was with your old buddy Benny on the other hand-"
Thomas was cut off by a loud noise coming from the speaker.
"Whoops, sorry about that my fellow felines!" A tall pink cat said nervously in the microphone. "I'm new to these things!"
"Hey, isn't that Choo-Choo?" Sylvester asked.
"Yeah that's him all right! And still the same old clumsy self!"
After a couple of seconds struggling with the microphone, Choo-Choo calls out towards the backstage yelling, "Fancy! I need ya help!"
He turns back towards the audience and says, "Sorry for the technical difficulties! It will take a few minutes to get this damn thing fix!"
End of Part 1
