Hey guys! Okay, here's chapter three! Enjoy!

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~Rosey

Chapter Three: The Pharaoh Commissioned the Sphinx

"Hurry up, Munkustrap!" Quaxo called over his shoulder as he scampered through the Junkyard. The tween-age kit skid to a stop and turned around to face his friend, bouncing on his toes impatiently. "You're taking forever!"

"Where are you taking me?" Munkustrap asked, exhausted from trying to keep up with the little spaz ball.

"My secret place!" Quaxo shouted so loud that Munkustrap was sure it wouldn't be 'secret' for long.

"If it's a secret, you might wanna keep your voice down," the silver tabby said dryly, following the tux cat towards an old pipe.

"Oh!" Quaxo whispered, eyes wide. "You're so right! See? That's why we're friends! You gotta stop me from doing dumb stuff!" the younger kitten beamed.

Quaxo darted inside the pipe, which they had reached, and called for Munkustrap to follow him. Confused but curious, Munkustrap crawled into the pipe and followed Quaxo's voice. "You coming?" the tux kit called out after a moment from the dark.

"Yeah, I'm right behind you," Munkustrap replied.

Suddenly, the pipe ended and Munkustrap found himself in a small clearing he had never seen before. Shiny gold cloth hung from the piles of junk, an old top hat sat upside down on the floor, and a deck of cards were scattered about the ground. Quaxo was scurrying around, attempting to clean everything up. Munkustrap blinked for a moment before facing his friend. "What is this place?"

"My magic layer," Quaxo replied mysteriously. "Munkustrap, I haven't told anyone this, but you're my best friend so I figured you should know...I think I have magical powers."

Munkustrap looked at Quaxo for a moment before bursting out into laughter. "Good joke, Quax. You're really funny."

"No, really!" Quaxo said so seriously that Munkustrap stopped chuckling and listened with a raised eyebrow. "Watch." Quaxo closed his eyes for a second before pointing his paw at the top hat. Lighting zapped from his paw, hit the top hat, and then the hat vanished. Munkustrap stood, stunned, and Quaxo pointed at another place on the ground several yards away. Lights zapped from his paws again, and this time the top hat reappeared on the ground at which he was pointing. Quaxo let out a breath, as if he had been holding it, and then faced Munkustrap with a laugh. "What do ya think?"

"I think I'm going crazy," Munkustrap mumbled in shock. "There's no such thing as magic."

"Munkustrap. We're talking, singing, dancing cats," Quaxo pointed out with a chuckle. "I'd say anything is possible."

"Yeah, but Jellicles have been around forever. Humans just don't know about us," Munkustrap said, sitting down on a pile of junk.

"And maybe magic has been around forever too!" Quaxo sat by him. "I mean, think about it! How do you think the Egyptians got their pyramids so perfect? And why do you think they commissioned a sphinx?"

"Magic cats?" Munkustrap asked in surprise. Quaxo shrugged and then nodded slightly. "It sounds like you really thought this through," Munkustrap mumbled, watching as his usually spazzy and wild friend's face took on a serious countenance.

"I mean, I don't know if that's true," Quaxo bit his lip. "But it kinda makes sense, don't you think?"

"You'll have to tell someone eventually," Munkustrap pointed out. "You can't just keep this talent hidden."

"I told you!" Quaxo said defensively. "And frankly I was scared to do even that. What if the Jellicles shun me 'cause I'm so...different?"

"They wouldn't!" Munkustrap insisted, getting to his feet. "This is so cool! You're a magical cat! You can't just not tell anyone!"

"I'll think about it," Quaxo changed the subject quickly. "You wanna hear what I like to call myself when I do magic?"

"Like a Magician alias?" Munkustrap was slightly confused.

"Yeah!" Quaxo beamed. "I call myself Mistoffelees."

"That's a great name," Munkustrap said supportively. "How did you come up with it?"

"It's from my mother's name...Mystaflier," Quaxo explained softly. He had found out the truth about his mother a few months ago, and was still recovering from her death.

"Well I like it," Munkustrap said with a smile, putting an arm around his friend's shoulder. "And I think you should tell everyone about your powers and then start going by Mistoffelees."

"Yeah, no," Quaxo chuckled. "Not yet anyway."

"You know you're at least going to have to tell Old Deuteronomy when he comes to visit in a few weeks," Munkustrap pointed out. "We're at the age where Old Deuteronomy tells us what our specialty will be when we grow up. He'll need to know you have magical powers."

"Ok, I'll tell him," Quaxo promised. "In the mean time-"

Suddenly, there were some girly sounding screams coming from outside the pipe. Looking at each other in worry, Quaxo and Munkustrap hurried outside.

"What's wrong? Who's hurt?" Munkustrap asked in a nervous tone, trying to take control of the chaos of screeching female cats that greeted him and his friend when they emerged from the pipe.

"Woah, woah, woah! Back off, little ladies! There's plenty to go around!" a smiling, deep voice broke through the screams. When the wave of she-cats parted, Munkustrap and Quaxo looked in shock at the new cat.

He was mostly black, save for a leopard-spotted chest and mane. He wore a silver belt around his waist like a human, and his arms were covered in leopard-spots instead of the thick fur on most male cat's arms. He was unimaginably handsome and had a perfect, curved smile and a tail that wouldn't stop swishing cockily.

And Munkustrap and Quaxo already hated him.

Hehehe Tugger has arrived! Ok, off to write chapter four!

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~Rosey