Bustopher Jones sat on his couch eating his rice pudding. He felt a surge of pain go through his system. He violently shacked and his mouth filled with foam and some rice pudding. He muffled a yowl. His home in nurse rushed to his side. He had a seizure.
In a den in the Jellicle Junkyard, Mistoffelees's black head shot up as he was doing the dishes, something bad had happened. He knew it. He dropped the dish and sprang across the room.
" Alonzo, start the car!" Mistoffelees commanded.
" Okay?" Alonzo went outside.
Mistoffelees nervously ran outside. Then he smacked his head and went back to his den to get his little sister. He raced outside and hopped in the car. Mistoffelees slammed the door shut and spun off. Alonzo sat in the back with Victoria.
" Hey, Um, Mistoffelees, why the F-U-C-K are we leaving without you telling me were were going?" Alonzo spat, and spelled out cuss words to protect Victoria.
Mistoffelees grunted " I feel that something is wrong with Uncle Bustopher."
Victoria's ears shot up " Uncle Bussafor?"
" No, No, Sweetie. Uncle Bustopher is fine." Alonzo comforted his sister.
"… You say that now but watch." Mistoffelees said
Soon they could see Bustopher Jones's driveway. There was an ambulance in front of it.
" WHAT THE…." Alonzo hissed.
Mistoffelees jumped out of the cat and ran into the front door. He didn't smell his Uncle Bustopher's food scent. He ran up to his home in nurse
" Were is he!" Mistoffelees pleaded.
" They just left with him."
" What's wrong?"
" He.. He. I don't know how to say this Misto, but."
" He's dead isn't he!"
" No."
" Then what!" Mistoffelees growled
" He's in a coma."
Mistoffelees dropped to his black knees and cried.
