"He wants us ta steal Deut'ronomy," Rumpelteazer said quietly, numbly following Mungojerrie back to the clearing where the celebration was going on.

"Ya know where are loy'lties are, Teaze," Mungojerrie said stoically. "We're Macavity's… We ain't part o' this group. We ain't Jellicles. We're…. just pretendin'," he decided. They served Macavity first and foremost. He was their lifeblood; he maintained life and took it away.

"I know," she sighed. "But they're just so… so… so nice," she concluded, looking up at the back of his head. He had to agree with that. Sure, it was creepy that they were all so… cheerful and kind; but it was a welcomed change.

"Ya gettin' attached," Mungojerrie stated, looking at her from over his shoulder. "Gettin' soft…" He heard her sigh – obviously aggravated – and turned his gaze to back in front of him; allowing his senses to guide him back to the Jellicle Tribe. They walked in silence, not speaking until he heard their caterwauls and laughter; having a joyous time as always. "Dun worry, Teaze… It'll be alrigh'."

"Hope so," she whispered, waiting behind a pile of junk with Mungojerrie. They could see Old Deuteronomy's tail twitching, hanging off of the tire that laid on its side; on the side of the clearing. She handed him a corner of the bag, waiting for their signal. He was to make an appearance… Not much, just to make himself known; distract them, scare them…. Give them enough time to get Old Deuteronomy and to disappear once again…

"Macavity!" The call rang out and was quickly follow up by terrified screams and yells – mainly of the kittens. He has obvious made his presence known. The two looked at each other for a spilt second; to both make sure the other was ready and to look for some moral support; reassurance that what they were doing was right. They ran up behind Old Deuteronomy, pulling the bag over his head before he could see them. No point in getting found out. They roughly lead him down off of the tire; half pushing him off before hauling him back up to his paws. Sticking close to the junk, they shoved him inside a nearby pipe. Mungojerrie peered outside, everyone was still running about, screaming, it was like the apocalypse out there. They certainly did freak out over any little thing. He looked back as Rumpelteazer tried hard to keep the bag pulled down on him as he tried to lift it up. It only went halfway to his wrists.

"Who is this? Why are you doing this?"

She looked to him for help, only being met with a headshake. He couldn't stop now. They had to get going. They would soon notice that Old Deuteronomy was missing and they'll start looking for him. They'd be found out too easily here – especially once they die down enough to hear his calls for help. He went to the other side, tugging the material down as he gave him a push, forcing him along the pipe. It eventually became quieter thought his muffled cries still rang about them.

"Who is this? I demand that you unhand me at once! Anyone? Help!"

Mungojerrie swallowed hard. They couldn't talk. He knew their voices… They would be found out… They continued down the underground piping, dried up from it's lack of use. They had to get him back to their usual rendezvous point and get their order. Shouldn't be too long now; just another couple of feet.

"Can't you shut him up," Macavity asked bitterly, emerging from another pipe way; startling them slightly. "He's going to give away our position."

Mungojerrie hesitated for a moment before nodding, giving up on their constant battle to tug down the fabric. He balled a paw into a fist and swung hard at the back of Old Deuteronomy's head. He heard the old tom cry out in surprise; his breath hitched in his throat before he fell to his knees, hitting the cement ground. Rumpelteazer looked at him in shock before following his eye line down at their captive, awaiting him to twitch and show them some form of life.

A/N: Okay, this was up later then planned... Of course my plan was to put it up when I got my letter – announcing the school's decision but I expected to have that by now, but it's only been two weeks and a day... Perhaps I'll get it tomorrow and curse myself for not waiting... I'll finish the next chapter so I can put it up if that's the case.

I just worked an eight hour shift – on my day off from school. We had Track and Field, we had Volleyball and there was a Battle of the Bands going on down at the school... And they all went to Subway... Darren didn't think that we were going to be busy. Silly Darren...