JHR: Chapter 4:

Mungojerrie had just walked in on Victoria (Who did not have a shirt on) and Plato making out. Not the best thing to do.

"Um, I think I'll leave . . ." Mungojerrie started embarrassed.

"Don't worry, stay, stay," Victoria assured. She was the one who broke the kiss and was facing him.

Mungojerrie's eyes grew wide in surprise and a little bit of excitement. He turned beet red. After a few seconds, of staring, and wondering, Plato whispered something to Victoria.

"Victoria . . . you're topless." Plato observed.

"Oh, Crap!" Victoria this grabbed the inside of her shirt, but pulled out her bra. Victoria started to swear under her breath. She hurriedly put her bra and her shirt on.

"Ok, sorry," Victoria said ashamed.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of yourself. Be proud of what you have." Mungojerrie tried to comfort her. That did not come out right. They both gave him quizzical looks. But Plato's was a little more understanding or furious. Or both. He did the same thing, but then again the tom in front of him just checked out his queenfriend without a shirt.

"No, what I meant was . . ." Mungojerrie tried to save himself.

"Don't worry," Victoria smiled warmly.

"These are for you," Mungojerrie held out the beautiful bouquet of flowers. Then he headed for the door.

"Wait, Mungojerrie," Victoria called. Mungojerrie loved hearing her call his name; it made his ears perk up.

"Thank you. I love them. They're beautiful," Victoria thanked.

Mungojerrie turned around. "You're welcome," he smiled widely at the fact that she was inhaling the aroma. Then he frowned, because Plato took out a flower from the bundle and put it behind her ear. She kissed him. He walked out sulkily and sighed.

"Hey Mungojerrie," Etcetera greeted. Pouncival had his arms around waist and his head was peacefully resting on her shoulder. He snored. She giggled. Everybody just stared.

"Students, time for you to go to single gender classes," Jennyanydots had found them.

She went inside. Thank god they weren't kissing when she came in.

"Vicky, Plato, you guys can come to class too."

"OK," agreed Victoria. They all left for their classes, but Misto and Jemima stayed behind.

"I'll see you later," Jemima waved good-bye.

Misto grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He let go.

"OK. See you later," Misto parted, acting oblivious to what he just did.

Jemima was red and flabbergasted. She smiled then walked to class.

~*~

For the girls it was math.

"I don't know why they put me here," Bombalurina complained.

"You don't even know math," Electra said supporting Bombalurina's point.

"Hey, I know that Rum Tum Tugger + Me = LOVE," Bombalurina said dreamily as she wrote down the "math problem" on the chalkboard with a heart around it.

"Tugger is MINE!!!! M-I-N-E," Etcetera declared defiantly, "And besides that, we have relationship problems!"

The other queen-kits gave her daring looks.

"Well, if anyone can help us it's Bomba!" Etcetera reasoned. They all nodded their heads in agreement.

"How do we get a guy to like us?" Rumpleteazer wondered even though she wasn't kissing anyone.

"Easy," Bombalurina said, "You just got to show him your stuff."

"Well, Mungo already got a whole showcase of Victoria's stuff!" Etcetera joked.

The whole the room was filled with laughter.

"Ha Ha Ha, very funny," Victoria said sarcastically.

"Flirt," Bombalurina started listing, "Tease them, and well, be hot, I guess."

She thought a little more. "Why are you so interested in boys all of a sudden?"

"We are having a contest, to see how many toms we can kiss or kiss us." All the queen-kits said in unison.

"Oh," Bombalurina understood. "What's the score so far?"

All of the cats wrote who kissed them and vice versa.

Victoria: Plato, Mungojerrie

Etcetera: Pouncival

Jemima: Mistoffelees *heart*

Electra:

Rumpleteazer: Spectatin'

Bombalurina sighed as if to say 'they've got a long way to go' when she looked at the results. She took a blue chalk and wrote her name.

Bombalurina: Rum Tum Tugger, Alonzo, Munkustrap, Copricat, Plato

The second after she wrote Plato, she erased it. She had forgotten that Victoria and Plato are together.

"Ok, to make one clear. Munkustrap and Copricat were COMPLETELY accidental!" Bombalurina cleared up.

All the cats oohed and ahed at the list. Electra seemed upset, though. Mostly because of what Jemima had written. (A/N: I hope you now realize Electra like Mistoffelees.)

"Wow, did the list of how to get a tom, get you that many toms?" Electra asked.

"Mostly, the 'look hot' one." Bombalurina admitted.

"Oh . . ." Electra thought, she was definitely not as pretty as Bomba, or Victoria or Jemima. She sank in her chair.

"I've got it!" Bombalurina exclaimed, "Come on girls, we are ditching class! To the mall!"

All of the kittens squealed in excitement.

~*~

"Listen, I'm in charge," Rum Tum Tugger declared, "Do what I say."

Not the best teacher. Not the best drill sergeant, either.

"But, you don't care what we do," Pouncival pointed out.

"Good point," Tugger nodded, "Ok, you guys can do whatever."

All of the toms, besides a confident Plato, huddled up and whispered to each other. Plato heard them.

"Don't do it! Bad move kids!"

They ignored him. After a while, Admetus said something.

"Tugger, how do you get a queen?" Admetus asked bluntly.

"Not like that Admet!" Mungojerrie said as he lightly cuffed his friend on the head

"Well, you got to be cool, and lead them on. Then, when you got them, tell them they look ugly, tease them. Queens love that. Also, you score some major points, if you have good looks and muscle, like . . ." Tugger ruffled his mane, "Well, ME."

They all gave him bored faces.

"Wow," Plato snickered. He was cracking up. "This is TOO good." He was laughing so hard, that his were watering.

"Plato, girl advice! How did you get Victoria?" Mungojerrie asked curiously.

"One sec," Plato requested. He was still recovering from his laughing fit. He had down graded his laughing level from "Hysterical"- to "Laughing hysterically in Mind."

"Ok, a little bit of what Tugger said is true, good looks DO help," Plato admitted. He seemed ashamed to be admitting that looks were "helpful", but Tugger was obviously proud of himself.

"Just be fun, and caring, and fun to be around, and kind," Plato listed.

"That sounds like a lot," Mungojerrie said counting all the things Plato listed.

Tugger observed the room. "Mr. I have better advice than Tugger" is leaning back in his chair with his feet on top of his desk, and his evil minions are surrounding him. He observed them some more. Plato is pretty muscular, but the tom-kits, wow, they look like young Skimbles! Skimbleshanks was the least muscular tom in the junkyard besides the kittens. Even Asparagus was more muscular.

"That's it!" Rum Tum Tugger called from his desk. All the toms looked at him.

"To the gym!" declared Tugger like a war hero. Actually, more like a person on catnip.

The toms, especially Plato, gave each other worried, quizzical looks.

Hope you guys liked that! What do you think should happen? So far, I'm thinking that the gym is inside the mall and . . . Wouldn't you like to know? Anyway, tell me what you think and . . . thank you, and thank you DKDK 38! Thanks for answering my question! You rock!