Had an idea for this after listening to "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls. I do not own CATS the Musical or the Spice Girls, unfortunately.
"Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want!" Bombalurina sang as she danced around her kitchen. It was spring cleaning day for her, and she had decided to listen to some of her old CDs.
"If you wanna be my lover,
You gotta get with my friends!" She shook her behind as she dusted the knick-knacks above her spice cabinet.
"Make it last forever- Friendship never e-ends!" She spun around on her toes, holding the duster up like a microphone. Cleaning temporarily forgotten, she shook her head back and forth, singing louder and louder.
"If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give. Takin' is to easy, but that's the way it is!" She twisted her hips back and forth, eyes closed as she rocked out. Shimmying, up and down, she continued to sing at the top of her lungs like she did when she was a teenager.
"Oh, what do you think about that
Now you know how I feel
Say, you can handle my love, are you for real
(Are you for real)
I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try
If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye
Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want!"
"Oh yes, Bomba. What is it that you want?"
Bombalurina froze at the horrifyingly familiar deep voice. She slowly turned around and looked up at the smug main coon.
"How long were you standing there, Tugger?" She asked hesitantly.
He laughed. "Long enough." That's when she noticed that he had his phone in his hand.
"Tugger," She growled. "Don't you dare."
He raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about." He ginned evilly at her. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a mass text to send out..."
Bombalurina let out a horror-stricken squeak and bolted towards him reaching for the phone. "You wouldn't!" He escaped from her and ran to the opposite side of the counter, holding the phone above his head in a taunting manner.
"I most certainly would."
She launched her duster and some of her wooden utensils at him, but he ducked away from them, stinking out his tongue. With a loud hiss she launched herself over the counter, knocking them both to the ground, her landing on top of him. He had not been expecting this, and had the wind knocked out of him. She grabbed the phone from his hand and grinned at him.
"Thank you for your cooperation."