The four of them were hiding behind a crate, about ten tail-lengths away from Macavity's warehouse.

"Alright, here's the plan: the two of you sneak up and get one of the generators nearby the fan." Mungojerrie began. "Old Lady Griddlebone is watching the warehouse for a while, but we'll distract her, so she won't be so hostile."

"Just know we may have to drop the dialogue." Rumpleteazer's ears flattened sadly. "Their instincts are like a guard dog." Perking up again, she added. "Hopefully, this will askew their suspicion, giving you time to finish your mission."

"Sounds fine with me, we won't tell anyone." Pouncival chimed. "Besides, you're just helping us have a little fun."

"Thanks, we knew you'd understand." Rumpleteazer started.

"Let's hope this goes as planned!" Mungojerrie finished.


Sneaking through the back door, the two toms marveled at the sight in front of them: they had never been so close to their father's warehouse before, let alone inside of it. Though the only exciting thing that was going on appeared to be a transport of various stolen valuables, they felt a thrill in their chests from being where the most dangerous cat they knew lived. Strangely enough, it seemed Macavity wasn't in the room. Only an old white queen was yowling out orders to the minions below.

"Mungojerrie!" the calico tom leaped up on a crate behind her.

"And Rumpleteazer!" his sister followed.

"REPORTING FOR DUTY!" they finished in unison. The white queen whipped around.

"You two?!" she snapped. "You're not supposed to be on duty 'till tonight!"

"Yeah, we know, but, we thought it might be nice to do our rounds early for a change. You know, REALLY help out the team, huh?" Rumpleteazer asked.

"Well...fine, I suppose if you two idiots really want to make yourself useful, go help Augustus, James, and Peter move that crate of diamonds over there."

"Whatever you say, boss-man!" Mungojerrie called out. She glared at him. "Oh, er, sorry, boss-woman?"

"Just...go," she grumbled, holding the bridge of her nose in her paw.

"Right, got it." Rumpleteazer purred cheerily as she and her brother leaped off of the crate.

"Come on, hurry! We may not have much time!" Pouncival whispered urgently.

"Right behind you, brother of mine!"

Sticking her nose up in the hair, Griddlebone's hackles were raised. "Someone else is here..." she growled. Thinking quickly, Rumpleteazer broke a board on the crate, causing all of the diamonds to fall out.

"Oops!" she rolled her eyes, pretending to be innocent.

"Oh great!"

"Nice going, butter paws!"

"Do you how long it took us to get all of those in that crate?!"

"Enough bickering! Everyone, pick up those diamonds, now!" It seemed the Persian queen was so preoccupied with managing her fellow lowlifes, she had forgotten all about the intruders.

The door to a closet in the back of the warehouse was open.

"There they are, the generators!" Pouncival rushed over to a small box nearby a running fan. "I think we'd only need one. If we need more, we can worry about it later, but I think for now we're done."

Just before Pouncival could unplug it, there was a shadowy figure, his strong paw stopping him. Through the crack of the door, the two toms could see an all-too-familiar ginger pelt, with disapproving red eyes glaring at them.

"And just what...do you think you're doing?" he growled sternly.

"Oh, uh, hey, Mister...Macavity, sir." Pouncival's ears twitched nervously. "We were just wondering if we could uh, borrow one of your generators...take it for a stir."

"I'm going to regret this but for what, may I ask?"

"We have an operation of our own going on. Just let us take it and we'll be gone."

"Hmm..."

"Sir!" a dark gray Bengal tom burst through the door. "It's the jewels! Those dimwit twins keep messing up the whole thing!" Ears flattened, Macavity raced to the door and looked out. All of the various gems and treasures had fallen to the floor, leaving many of the cats to trip over and slip on the damage.

"Oh, fine!" he turned back around to face them. "I'm only letting you take it because I don't have time to argue with you. Use it for what you may, but bring it. Right. Back. If not, my henchcats will have to take it from you."

"Yes, sir! Understood, sir!" Bill-Bailey saluted. Macavity rolled his eyes and left the room.

Working together to unplug the generator and lift it out of the warehouse, Bill-Bailey and Pouncival looked back only to see Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer give them a "thumbs-up". Looks like all was going according to plan.