A/N: I apologize for the accents. I tried; I really did. They came out better than I thought they would, actually, but they're still weird.
Just a cute little oneshot I did out of boredom. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Seriously people. CATS will never be mine. I'm sorry to disappoint you.
"I dunno, Mungo. Seems kinda scrawny…" Rumpleteaser wrinkled her nose at the thin-looking chicken "the family" had chosen for their dinner, "Is it really worth stealin'?"
Mungojerrie, her partner in crime, made a tut-tuting noise. "Teaza," he said disapprovingly, "They all're comin' this way this time o' year. Better to nick it now an' no' go 'ungry than leave it an' rubbin' our bellies wishin' we 'ad."
She shrugged. "Guess yo' right, they can't all be tha' Thanksgivin' turkey, I suppose."
He smirked, but put his tail over his mouth to tell her to be quiet. She stopped and listened, hearing the rustle of a human moving around in the other room. She stiffened. Hurry! Her eyes urged him. He sunk his jaws into one side of the chicken and she did the same with the other. Their mouths watered at the taste, but they ignored it and started to lift. It came leisurely.
As if time had been turned to molasses, time slowed. The parts of the chicken they had bitten into were tender, and the chunks in their jaws ripped gradually away from the whole. Both pairs of eyes widened in horror as most of the chicken crashed down, down, down onto the plate once more.
Time resumed its normal pace when the loud crash of the plate teetering off-balance rang through the empty kitchen. Rumpleteaser's hackles raised and Mungojerrie hissed.
"No' good! No' good!" He snarled quietly, darting toward the window as fast as he could. She was in close pursuit. Already there were cries of alarm coming from the humans. Mungojerrie squeezed through the slightly open window only seconds before Rumpleteaser. Both of them had been out of sight for barely a breath when the kitchen door swung open on its creaky hinge.
The two troublesome cats didn't stick around to listen to the human's caterwauling. They were racing down the pavement toward the Jellicle junkyard, laughing and giggling like mischievous fools. They stopped just outside the gates. Rumpleteaser bumped Mungojerrie's hip with hers, her grin stretching from ear to ear.
"Losin' yer touch, aren't ya, Mungo?" He giggled
He gasped in feigned shock. "Me? No, no, it was your fault we go' inta this mess! If I'da been leadin' the operation we'da 'ad that chicken."
She rolled her eyes. "They why don't we?"
He sputtered a few times as he searched for something to say before settling with a sarcastic-heavy, "Girls…" and lifting himself onto the fence to climb over.
Rumpleteaser smiled.
Teaser: 1
Mungo: 0
The results spoke for themselves.