My Proof that Tugger could make a good father figure for Misto; yes I know the beggining is a poem, and no the rest of the story will NOT be in peoetic form.

That would be insane. No, correction: I would go insane. Anyways, hope you all like.

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Prologue: Skimble's Discovery

It had been a long night;

The Jellicle moon was not shining bright.

And Skimbleshanks, the railway cat,

Had had quite enough of that.

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He had spent all night on the midnight train.

And as he departed, it began to rain.

As the train roared away, into the night,

Skimble heard a noise that gave him a fright!

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A kittenish whimper, a cry in the night;

But wherever he looked, there was no cat in sight.

He followed the noise; he followed the cries.

And then, dear Skimble, could not believe his eyes.

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There stuck, and out in the rain,

Was a small tuxedo kit; tail caught near the train!

And as Skimble helped the kit to get loose,

He saw the last of the train; he saw the caboose.

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A Pollicle barked, alone in the dark,

And Skimble's discovery followed him home through the park.