While Romelus was dreaming on the sun roof of his car, little did he know that that very night the queen for him would show up. Far away, in Shark Territory, Magoslavia was dreaming too. She had seen how happy Amelotte and Apollo were together, and she wanted to experience the feeling of feline love as well. It would, of course, have to be somebody besides Cierro. Cierro was a total bore. He kept bragging to her about all his Jellicle conquests. Magoslavia did not want to fight the Jellicles. She felt that the endless war was a waste of time, especially since her mother, Grizabella, had originally been a Jellicle. And what was with the Antigone myth? Antigone had joined the Sharks of her own free will, she hadn't been forced! She wanted a tom that could focus on something other than the endless war with the Jellicles. Her thoughts were interrupted by her two younger siblings, Perseus and Cleopatra.
"SLAVIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!! Perseus is cheating!!!!" "AM NOT!!!" Magoslavia sighed. Taking care of her younger siblings was such a chore. They were playing a game and the two of them had just gotten into an argument, AGAIN! The two kittens were four in cat years, and the youngest of Grizabella's children. The rest of the kids were playing in the street, and Apollo and Amelotte were who-knows-where doing who-knows-what. Magoslavia lit up with an idea. "Hey, kittens! I'll tell you what! Why don't you leave your game for a while, and I'll tell you a story!" The kittens cheered and raced to her side, and Magoslavia began telling the story of Romeo and Juliet, which was her favorite. If she could have found a copy of the book, she would have taken it home to her abandoned fashion designer's office and read it every day. She had just gotten to that awesome balcony scene when a buzzer went off. She was being paged on her intercom. She told her siblings that she would finish later, and ran to answer it.
Imagine Magoslavia's surprise when she recognized the voice on the other end as that of Macavity! The Hidden Paw growled, "You had best not have any plans tonight, Magoslavia. I have a mission for you." Magoslavia, knowing what would happen if she disobeyed orders, replied submissively, "I will do anything you say, Master." Macavity, satisfied continued, "There is a ball in Jellicle Territory, the Jellicle Ball. Magoslavia, my pretty, I want you to infiltrate it. You, Apollo, Amelotte, Cierro, and a few others will sneak in, uncover secrets, and steal what you can. Remember, Magoslavia, I own you. You, like the others, have nowhere to go. Are you grateful?" "Yes, Master, I am forever in your debt. If it weren't for your infinite kindness and generosity, I'd be out on the street." She broke the signal and sighed. Another long mission.
A few hours later, Amelotte was brushing Magoslavia's head fur with her claws. It was very painful to Magoslavia. "Please, Amelotte, can you be done yet?" Amelotte pulled a tangle even harder. This was the fifteenth time Magoslavia had asked this. "Stop it, Magoslavia." The gray and white queen, knowing that this was a battle that would be lost, decided to do battle on her dress collar instead. "Then lower the collar one inch. How much can one little inch do?" Amelotte replied, exasperated at her best friend's complaining, "Too much." It had taken Amelotte ages to find the old church dress and sew it into the collar. Magoslavia tried again. "Amelotte, it is now to be a collar for dancing, no longer a dress for praying!" "Magoslavia, with those toms you can start in dancing and end up kneeling!" Magoslavia had an idea that sometimes works if you can make it bad enough: BLACKMAIL!!!! "Amelotte, I think I will tell Mama about you and 'Pollo in the BALCONY OF THE ABANDONED MOVIE THEATER!!!!!!" Amelotte gasped. "I'll rip this to shreds!" Magoslavia giggled. "No. But if you could lower it…." "NOOOOOO!!!!!!" Magoslavia resigned herself, and actually admitted that it was in fact a very nice collar. When they were finally ready, the two queens met the others outside and made tracks for the Jellicle Ball.