A/N: HA! I have finally posted! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA! maniacal laughter incase you didn't catch that you know what, I love spell check. It is one of the Everlasting Cat's gifts to cats. cough cough yes, I am a cat. A very pretty one to by the way! Don't stare at me like that! You make me feel cweeepy!

Okay, one note… I just had to put in Ford. She is a character I've been working on in human form for who knows how long and I just had to put her in the story. Actually, she'll probably be in a lot of stories. shrugs oh well! Onwards and upwards!

WE LEFT OFF AT: Where we left off!

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"Hey, Dem, what's the matter?" Bombalurina stretched herself across the mattress in her den and heard a loud pop. Demeter winced at the disgusting sound.

We've got a lot of work to do. She thought sadly looking at her friend and tallying off everything she, Plato, his assistants, and possibly his secretary Ford (who was truly one of the best designers in the junkyard but preferred to work for somebody else) would have to do tomorrow, the next day, and even maybe the next day.

Her fur needs cutting. The blonde queen analyzed. That's the first thing we will have to do. Than there is the tail problem, that'll have to be worked on to. Her nails are outrageously long, and she definitely needs a nice bath to get all the dirt out of her fur. We'll have to work on her posture, and her mann-

"Dem. Earth to Dem." Bombalurina said again waving her paws in front of her friend's face.

"Hm… what?" Demeter said looking up suddenly; she hadn't even noticed her friend talking.

"I said what's eating you?"

"Oh, just thinking about what we'll have to do tomorrow."

"Ah."

With that the two sat in silence for a moment. It seemed to stretch for a life time when suddenly-

BERF!

The massive fart was so large the cut up sheet Bomba was lying under lifted slightly off the ground.

The two queens fell on top of each other as peals of historical laughter erupted from their mouths. Rolling on the floor the queens gasped as they tried to avoid the stench that slightly filled the air, causing even more laughter. Finally there was a pause in the laughter.

"O Bomba!" Demeter gasped, "That was awful!"

"By far my best yet!" The red queen gasped in return before she doubled up in laughter again.

"You realize you won't be allowed to do that around anybody but me right?"

Bombalurina smiled at her friend, "Of course, that's why I saved the best one for last!"

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Standing before the door to Plato's office, where it all happened, Bombalurina felt numb. It was as if her whole world was about to change. And it was.

"Are you ready for this Bomby?" Demeter asked nudging the taller queen with her elbow.

"Ye-yep." The red queen gulped trying to get the words to come out of her mouth, which suddenly felt like that time she had eaten a bottle of what Jenny called 'Super Glue'. It was rather sticky, and Bombalurina hadn't been able to talk for weeks before the glue had dissolved.

"Sure you are." Demeter said unconvinced. Taking her paw she shoved her friend towards the doorway, "Now, let's go make some magic."

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Stepping into Plato's office for Bombalurina was like stepping into a fantastic, and very coordinated, palace. The walls were covered in dark colored pieces of paper which matched beautifully together. A thick, plush carpet that seemed to suck the red queen's paws into it shown a dark midnight blue completed the look.

"Wow." The gasp erupted form Bomba's lips suddenly. It was just so beautiful. Demeter seemed unfazed. But then of course, Bomba thought, Demeter is practically royalty. The foxy blonde queen was always invited to the best parties, met the most famous people, and dined at the nicest restaurants.

"Yes, this is his lobby." Demeter said looking around casually, as if she had been there a million times.

"His lobby?" Bombalurina said gaping at her friend. This was only his lobby? How much nicer can a place get?

"Yes, see, there's Ford right there." Nodding her head to the black, white, and blonde stripped queen sitting at a desk set next to a door way covered in strips of purple velvet, "She's Plato's secretary. And secretaries always are in the lobby. Truthfully, as you can see by her looks, Ford is the real genius behind Plato's mad schemes."

"Thank you Miss Demeter." Ford said looking up from a notebook she was busy writing in, "But please don't tell anybody else that. I like the job I have right now." Truthfully, as Demeter had said, Ford looked anything but a secretary. Her body and face was mostly black with white stripes running across her back, while blonde splotches covered her tail. Blonde fur on her forehead was grown and styled long enough to cover her right eye. It looked like her muse had been one of the adolescent teenagers running around with hair in their faces. On them, it looked like they hadn't brushed their hair in the morning, on her though… it was a fashion statement.

"I know, I know." Demeter said as the two walked to the door. As they past the queen Demeter nodded her thanks and held the curtain open for her friend to pass under.

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A/N: Another note (obviously). I couldn't figure out exactly what a fart sounds like when spelled out (and I didn't want to put the obviously obnoxious FART!), so I spent 5 minuets making noises with my mouth and trying to spell them out. I got some weird looks from my family. I hope you guys are happy now, my family thinks I'm insane so you guys can be entertained!  It's all good though:D