A/N: Bet no one thought I'd update, right? Ha! I like to prove people wrong! Anyway, Chapter...7, right? Anyway, it's up! This was written in a hurry so that I wouldn't forget. Sorry, there's a lot of smushy stuff in this one.
Thanks to all the reviewers! :)
Macavity signaled to his Henchrats for them to tape the poor cat to the wall. When it became quite clear that the Henchrats had no idea what Macavity was asking him to do, he lost his temper.
"You imbeciles!" Macavity growled menacingly. He took one look at the Henchrats and decided that he was going to need better servants. After taking over the Junkyard, maybe he could have Munkustrap as a personal slave, Macavity mused. Then Macavity gave a thundering laugh that sent the Henchrats scurrying away. Whenever Macavity laughs, it means he's serious about something.
Suddenly a Henchrat appeared and handed Macavity a piece of paper before running away. Macavity held the paper up and read the words scrawled:
She's looking for you. –M.
"What the?" Macavity stuttered. Who the heck had sent him such a useless piece of trash? M. That was the name, apparently, of who had sent the message. With a sudden gasp of inspiration Macavity turned the paper over to where it said, "Junkyard."
That stupid message had to be from Munkustrap, his idiotic brother, no doubt. Who was the she? Who was looking for him that Munkustrap would help?
"You!" Macavity bellowed at a random, unfortunate Henchrat. "Take care of the Hideout while I'm gone, okay?"
"Where are you going, sir?" The stupid Henchrat asked. Well, in reality, the Henchrat was one of the more intelligent of Macavity's servants. Questioning Macavity however, was never a smart thing to do as he found out.
"That's none of your business", Macavity growled while picking him up. "Just make sure nothing goes wrong. If there is even a single problem while you're in charge…"
With that threat Macavity threw the Henchrat into the walls of the den. Then he strode out towards the Junkyard, with no particular mission in mind.
Munkustrap waited nervously for his brother. While Munkustrap loved Demeter, he still was afraid of Macavity killing some others, like kittens.
"There's nothing to do, but wait", Skimble answered to Munkustrap's thoughts. That railway cat can read minds, Munkustrap thought.
Alonzo sat down wondering what he could do about the Jemima problem. Obviously nothing was going well for him except that Jenny and Jelly had finally stopped harassing him. Part of him ached for Jemima to know how he truly felt, but the other part of him still wanted to make sure she liked him in return. Alonzo never did well with rejection.
Etcetera was still extremely pissed over the whole Tugger-Bomba issue. Pouncival should have been worried and stuff, but there really was no consoling the raging kitten. The Junkyard didn't even have a decent therapist. Etcetera had a brilliantly evil scheme to rip Tugger and Bombalurina apart from there happiness. So she started a hurtful rumor. She told Pouncival who in turn told Electra who in turn told Jenny who decided to print the rumor in the Jellicle Flash! Sometimes news traveling fast isn't always the best thing.
Tugger and Bomba were completely unaware with what was happening outside their own happy little lives. They were way too much in love.
"Tugger", Bomba asked hesitantly. Tugger raised his ears slightly and returned with a, "Yeah?"
"Do you feel a little uneasy?"
"Uneasy?"
"You know what it means, right?"
Tugger scratched his head with a claw and said, "Um, yeah. It means like something isn't easy."
"No silly, it means something like anxious. Well, now that you mention it, why doesn't uneasy mean not easy. You know, that is something." Bomba pondered for a second or two.
"Uneasy should mean hard." Tugger persisted. Bomba nodded and exclaimed, 'We should, like, start our own language!"
"Aren't we too old for that stuff?" Tugger teased lightly. Bomba pushed him and announced, 'The first word is unnice and that's you!"
"So, unnice is mean, basically?" Tugger asked. Bomba nodded wordlessly.
"Well we need a word for super as in something is super cool", Tugger stated plainly, "Because super is a super cool word."
"Fine how about "Ultisupsome"?" Bomba volunteered. "Like, ultimately, super awesome. All mashed into one word"
"Okay, well then you are ultisupsome gorgeous." Tugger smiled lightly. Bomba blushed and said, "When did you become a big romantic?"
"Me, a big romantic? What in the world are you talking about? Me?" Tugger asked with heavy sarcasm. The conversation continued and all mentions of uneasiness had disappeared. Sometimes when you're with the one you love, all the bad feelings just go away.
Electra squealed loudly as she leapt into Jemima's den with ease. Jemima groaned from her resting spot. "What is it? Your noise could make a dead person wake up."
"I heard a delicious piece of gossip and it includes Tugger, Bomba and you!" Electra practically screamed.
"What? Gossip is never true." Jemima groaned and tried to turn away from Electra.
Electra huffed and said to her, "That's not true! Remember that gossip about Alonzo breaking up with Cassandra? That was so true, admit it!"
"Fine that was the only time."
"What about the time-"
"Alright, I get it, gossip is sometimes true!" Jemima said finally waking up.
"You're so grumpy when you wake up", Electra said. Jemima yawned and said, "No, you're just irritating."
"Anyway, I heard from Victoria, who heard from Plato, who heard it from Tumble, who heard it from Jenny and Jelly, who heard it from Pouncival, who heard it from-"
"Get on with it, please!" Jemima sighed exasperated. Electra pouted, "Fine!"
"Anyway, the rumor is that Tugger is using Bomba to get to you."
"What!?!?!?" Jemima was definitely wide awake now. Electra squealed and screamed, "Isn't that like, so cool!"
"I don't know, it's just a rumor." Jemima tried to silence Electra's commotion quite unsuccessfully.
"Just a rumor? You should be happy anyway, I mean Tugger is like", Electra rolled her eyes way up and said, "To die for!"
"I don't know, I kind of like Plato." Was the answer to the passionate remark. Electra's jaw dropped all the way to the floor. "What!??!?!"
"Yeah, you know. He's okay looking and really nice." Jemima tried to reason. Electra whispered, "You'd choose Plato over Tugger?"
"Well, Tugger would most likely cheat, but Plato he's so nice, he would never do that." She said.
Outside Jemima's den standing looking quite lost in thought was Alonzo. He had been going over to admit his true feelings for Jemima, but now. Well, she liked Plato. The tom with funky eyebrows. It was devastating for Alonzo, to say at least. He turned and left for the alleys in a hurry.
So, did anyone wince? I must have winced two hundred times, reading it myself. Sorry, I've run out of ideas, really. Review please! Give me a few ideas, please!?
