JHR: Chapter 7

Hey awesome reviewers! I want to note some things. Listen, I really like Michael Jackson. He died on June 25 so on a Thursday. So to commemorate his death I put Thriller lyrics in . . . RIP Michael Jackson.

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SORRY IT'S SO SHORT

'Titan!" Mira shouted to the bystander. "MOVE IT!!"

The entire scene was in pandemonium. Plato was trying to move Victoria's unconscious body, while Admetus, Tugger, and Mungojerrie tried to protect the younger toms and the queens.

Electra was about to faint. She was frozen with fright.

"You Try To Scream But Terror Takes The Sound Before You Make It

You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes.


You're paralyzed!"

Electra was standing in the store, completely unmoving, Macavity just about to swipe at her from behind.

Titan looked at the transfixed queen. "Mira! Help her!"

"Macavity . . ." Mira said lustily. "I need you,"

The screams from everyone made communication almost impossible.

"But all the while you hear the creature creeping up behind

You're out of time!"

"MIRA!!! She's going to get hurt!"

Electra screamed, pain spiking through her body. Titan ran to her and carried her away from the scene.

"Give her here," called Bombalurina. He left her with the Jellicle queens and tried to suppress Macavity with everyone else.

"Hand it over!" Macavity commanded to Mira. Titan tackled him.

"I will do anything for you," Mira replied obediently. She grabbed everything and put it into a bag.

"Mira don't!" Titan cried holding onto the ginger tom's neck.

"Get the hell off of me, idiot!" Macavity knocked him off.

"Girls run! To the car!" Bombalurina ordered holding Electra.

"WAIT!!" Plato ordered.

"Bomba! Take care of Victoria!" Plato and the queens ran to the car, where Bomba drove all the queen-kits back to the junkyard.

"I'm going to Admetus, and everyone!"

"Be careful . . ."

"And though you fight to stay alive


Your body starts to shiver


For no mere mortal can resist


The evil of the thriller"

"WHERE THE HELL ARE BOMBALURINA AND TUGGER?!!!" Munkustrap asked rhetorically to himself, "WHY DID I HIRE THEM AGAIN????!!!"

"Munkustrap! Help!" a familiar voice said.

"Bomba?! What's wrong? Where are the kits?!" He asked seeing her so frantic and sweaty was very rare.

"Ma . . . Ca . . . Vi . . .ty," she panted. She burst in to tears.

"Kits . . . hurt . . . Tugger . . . Felinal Mall," Bombalurina sobbed.

"Bombalurina. Breathe. In. Out. Good," Munkustrap comforted.

"Listen, there's no time to explain. I have the queen kits. Victoria and Electra are unconscious. You must go Felinal Mall. Everyone is in grave danger,"

"Huh?" questioned Munkustrap dumbly.

"JUST GO. They could die!"

"OK. I will take Alonzo to the mall. Jenny, Jelly, and Exotica will help you," And with that, Munkustrap ran to gather the toms.

"Tumble . . ." whimpered Pouncival, "I'm scared. Are we going to die?"

Tumblebrutus looked at his little brother. He was still young. "Don't worry Pounce. We'll be OK."

"You know, I would zap him with my magic, but," Mistoffelees sighed, "I don't want to die."

"Not helping," Brutus commented.

"Sorry . . ."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" shrieked Rum Tum Tugger. He fell to the ground, a gash right next to his heart.

"Out of here, Macavity!" called a deep voice.

Munkustrap and Alonzo jumped onto the tall feline. Alonzo clawed Macavity in the leg.

The whole mall went silent as a horrible, piercing, unforgettable scream filled the ears of the bystanders.

"Guah!" grunted Macavity. He flung the two muscular toms off. Then in a flash he fled the scene with the bag in hand.

Little messy. Sorry. OK, should I kill of Tugger? I'm thinking I'm going to. By the way, if you hadn't noticed, I raised the rating to T. Sorry. OK, Kill Tugger? Not kill Tugger?

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