HAT: ... I was watching Cats again and I thought... why not?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. but the plot.
The cats separate in order to get ready for the battle of the pekes and the pollicles. Skimbleshanks was just about ready to run into place when he noticed Mistoffelees wasn't on the toms' side and he wonders where the little black and white tux is when his glass-green eyes spot him... on the queens' side. The small tom was leaned against his pipe and smiling at Rumpelteazer as she gets ready to play a peke for Munkustrap's story on the Great Rumpus Cat.
Confound it! That lad's almost as bad as his brothers! The marmalade tom thinks with irritation as he hustles over to the black and white tom.
"So maybe after the Ball we could go for a hunt?" the (surprisingly for you, I'm sure) flirtatious young tom asks, his dark eyes filled with light and a smile on his lips as he leans towards the calico queen. "Maybe go to the pond?"
"Or you could get on the toms' side!" Skimble growls, a bit overprotective of his female charge.
Mistoffelees straightens. "We're that close to starting? Well, give me a sec."
"Are you a queen?" Skimble asks.
"No," replies the white faced tom.
"Then get on the toms' side! Now come on," the orange cat hisses quietly.
Mistoffelees, being the showboat he is, has to run in front, leaving Skimble to run behind everyone else and hissing for him to stay in place this time as the small cat slides on his knees to the other side. When Skimble gets to his spot beside the young flirt he cuffs his ears.
"Don't try that again, understand?"
Mistoffelees rubs his ear and grumbles, "Yes, Uncle Skimble."
Skimbleshanks rolls his eyes and shakes his head. What is he to do with this flirtatious young tom? If he doesn't nip this in the bud he might be as much of a heart breaker and heartthrob as the Rum Tum Tugger, his elder brother. So long as he can prevent the transition for this particular song he should be fine for the time being. (A/N: I was gonna end it here, but then...) Suddenly Skimble feels an elbow in his ribs and looks down at Mistoffelees who gestures to his other brother, a silver and black tabby with silver eyes.
"What about Munkustrap?" Skimble asks before pausing to bark.
"Let's add a little something to make Munkus irritated before Tugger comes out."
Again with the bagpipes... Skimble thinks before his ears perk. "What's your idea?"
"We come at him from behind his back," Mistoffelees explains as they run off to get into their pollicle's costume. "Like this!"
Mistoffelees demonstrates and Skimble shrugs. "Why not?"
The two of them come out, Skimbleshanks with his usual smile, this time it having a little mischief to it. Munkustrap glares at Skimble before sending him on his way. Then Tugger comes out, his brother already irritated, and Skimble does a little gig with the others before kneeling quickly on time. After they bow to Old Deuteronomy the Conjuring Cat turns and face the Railway Cat for a second and Skimble tilts his head, wondering what's about to be said.
"You were on the queen's side too... does that make you a queen?"
Skimble tries to get the irritating tom's attention, but it doesn't work before Old Deuteronomy starts singing so he just settles down beside his sister, silently seething.
HAT: And that's a wrap!
Mistoffelees: You made me into Tugger!
HAT: Yep!
Mistoffelees: But the Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore!
HAT: *giggles* Yes, I know.
Mistoffelee: *sighs* And I guess there's no doing anything about it?
HAT: Nope!
Mistoffelees: Review...