5 years later.
Bustopher walked into the junkyard
with a limp and Munkustrap hurried to him and lead him to a tire.
Bustopher sat down and sighed.
"I'm taking that the pollicles
didn't have any information on Macavitys' whereabouts"
Munkustrap whispered as he started to clean up some of the cuts on
Bustopher.
"Oh no, they were very helpful. It was those
horrible pekes that got to me. Apparently, they don't like the idea
of cats and dogs getting along very well." With the news that the
pollicles were helpful, Mukustraps ears raised.
"What did they
say?" He asked quickly, it had been a long time since they received
any good news about Quaxo. However, when Bustopher sighed again, he
knew it wasn't going to be good.
"They said that Macavity was
heading over to Indiana for a 'business trip'" Munkustrap
groaned. They were never going to find Quaxo now. The sat in quiet
for a few moments until the cats started to appear. Some of the older
cats shooked their heads as the saw Bustopher and Munkustrap. No
matter what, Bustopher and Munkustrap believed Quaxo was alive, no
matter what. All of the other cats weren't so convinced. It was
actually rather sad.
"Munkustrap!" Everyone heard a worried
scream. They turned and saw Tugger stuck in the turn pipe. "A
little help here," Tugger called out again. Most of the cats
laughed, seeing the infamous Rum Tum Tugger stuck. Munkustrap groaned
as he headed over to his younger half-brother.
"If only he was
the one kitnapped." Bustopher heard Munkustrap mutter which
caused him to chuckle quietly. After a few moments of watching the
cats attempt to take Tugger out of the turnpipe, Bustopher decided to
call it a night. He had to get up early the next day for some more
Macavity hunting. He headed to the streets but a youngish black and
white scrappy looking tom bumped into him and they both fell down.
The tom quickly got up and helped Bustopher. When he got up,
Bustopher noticed more about him. He looked rather skinny and had
cuts and bruises all over.
"I-I-I'm really sorry" The Tom
cried as if he though Bustopher would hurt him. Bustopher was used
to new cats who arrive at the junkyard."
"It's ok lad.
You'll need to go see Jennyanydotts first. She's the gumbie cat
right over there" he chuckled said, pointing to Jenny.
"Th-thanks"
The cat bowed qiuckly.
"My, what manners we have" Bustopher
smiled, not noticing the cat do the tiniest flinch. "Whatever is
your name?" The cat closed his eyes tightly as he whispered a
barely hearable
"M-Misto, my name is Misto."
