I've sorta been neglecting my stories recently, but at the time being this is easily the easiest to write (as I watch my own Pollicle...) so... here we go! (What? Can't I quote Mario every once in a while?) Reviews...

RambleTamble: I'm not good with abbreviations, so I have no idea what PTBAZ means... but otherwise I agree, I think the Jellicles are quite cruel to the Pollicles, so I decided to try and throw a new light on them.

FantabulousMe: Couldn't agree more, I love the song too.

AniMex: I try, and I say again, this is by far the easiest for me to write, I have no idea why though....

Demeter's P.O.V.

"Mom! We're sorry!" My sister was shouting at our mother - Jennyanydots. We'd all been caught as soon as we came back into the Junkyard. It all started when...

"Pollicles!" Dad - Skimbleshanks yelled. We'd just walked back into the yard. Mom had looked at the lot of us reproachfully, but allowed us to hide with her - five of us were her kids after all.

"They're really close to us!" Mom shouted, then she took a big whiff. I closed my eyes, I knew what was coming next. She circled around the seven us, who had all hidden at the same spot, we all realized now that was a huge mistake. "I'll deal with you all later, and don't worry, Misto, Munkustrap, your father will be hearing of this." Alonzo and Misto were making faces behind her back, I suppressed a snort. Bombalurina - my sister - seemed to be having the same difficulties.

"False alarm everyone! Just a bunch of" she jerked her head at us, Bomba rolled her eyes, "troublemakers." I felt bad for Mistoffelees and Munkus, sure Jenny's wrath was terrible, but the guilt Old D made you feel was a thousand times worse. That led to later that night when Mom decided to chew us out...

"Well respectable Jellicles do not go about wrestling with filthy Pollicles-"

"We didn't touch the Pollicle!" Alonzo yelled. I kept my mouth shut, better not screw with Jenny.

"Ma, Bones is fine, i's Dameon you haf' ta -" Rumpleteazer clapped a paw over Mungojerrie's mouth.

"What if we don't wanna be respectable Jellicles?!" Bomba cut out, I could tell this eventually was going to turn into a shouting match between the two. I wanted to see Bones again, so I desperately hoped Bomba would win, but Jenny wouldn't be too furious about it.

"Miss Rumpleteazer, and Jerrie, I'll deal with you two later. Alonzo, if you didn't touch the Pollicle, why do you reek like one? My dear daughter," she looked down at Bomba, "I'll talk with you on that matter later, you're almost mature, we'll have a talk later," Bomba's eyes bulged, and when Mom turned away she made a gagging sound. I giggled, which made Jenny turn a round-about and face me,

"I wouldn't be laughing, you're almost of age too. Rumpleteazer, Jerrie, don't even bother, I have ears you know," they'd been trying to sneak out while her back was turned. I'm reasonably sure my face wore the same look Bomba's did. "So, Demeter, dear, you haven't said a word, are you sorry for your mistake?"

"Because you just horrified me," I wish, all I said was, "No." and I swept out the door. Pollicles were just like us... only taught differently, or so I thought.

Bones's P.O.V.

"C'mon Bones, because you refused," Dameon made a face, "to eat the chew toys, we have to find more grub." Yeah, 'cause you only had three-fourths of the rats this afternoon. Truthfully, I was perfectly fine, not hungry at all. I'm sure Daisy felt the same. Silly Dameon, he doesn't believe in change... or, for that matter, other creatures. Instead of arguing I just tried to catch up, but my mind was still on the munchkins. Where had they come from? Would they come back? Could we become friends - despite the unchangable beast before me? Maybe Daisy and I could ditch him somewhere... nah, we'd just feel guilty the rest of our lives. This was going to be a problem.

[A/N] Not where I'd of chosen to end it, but I'm about to be kicked off my computer. So... yeah, Remember:

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Please excuse any typing errors, as I said, I was in a rush, it's a school night. (Ugh... 29 days...)