Misto took another look at him self in Tugger's mirror. He had "borrowed" one of Tugger's collars, one of those with the huge spikes [quite larger than necessary, if you asked him.] and even used some of his hair gel. He had put a little black soot around his eyes to look "dangerous," too, just for good measure. The result was a semi-gawky, young, skinny, teenage Tom with a sloppy Mohawk and what he thought was a "moody and soulful expression." He even got rid of the little bow tie.

Misto hated it.

But what could he do? He had to impress Victoria. If he didn't, she might end up with Plato! Or worse- someone like Tumblebrutus or Pounce! Then he would be unhappy for the rest of his life and be that weird Tom sitting in the corner, staring at everyone being happy, and making them unconfortable. He'd be like... like Asparagus Jr.! He could not-would not- let that happen.

Setting his shoulders to slip forward in a "cool-guy" slouch, he [tried to] strut out of his den. If this didn't work, Bomba would surely pay for making him look like an idiot.

After sneaking around the Junkyard for almost fifteen minutes, feeling rather embarrassed, he came upon the beautiful Victoria. She was practicing her dance, as always, in the center of the Junkyard.

Some of the kittens thought she did it to show off. But he knew the truth. He saw it every time he watched her, and it was one of the many things he loved about her. She simply loved to dance, and she didn't give a fat rat who saw it.

Slowing his pace to look nonchalant, he waved at her, as she went up into a leg lift. Clearly stunned by his ridiculous appearance, she lost her concentration, thus losing her balance, and promptly fell flat on her face.

"Crap!" Misto yelled, rushing over to her. "Are you okay?" He asked, picking her up. She just brushed herself off, and continued to stare at him.

"Misto, what on earth happened to you?" She giggled.

She was... laughing? Why was she laughing? Wasn't she supposed to swoon and sigh? Maybe he just wasn't doing it right. He quickly slouched and made a pouty face.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about, babe." He said, trying to discreetly fix his Mowhawk, which was flopping into his eyes.

"Haha, yeah, right." She snorted, punching him playfully in arm.

"No-really! I'm being serious." He protested.

"Serious about what? Getting a make over from Electra, or pretending your Tugger?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not being Tugger! I'm being myself, kay babe?" He had to admit that calling her "babe" was a little Tugger-esque, but he had to commit.

"Misto," she said, placing a paw on his shoulder, making him take in a sharp breath. "You don't have to act like Tugger to get girls, you know."

Misto deflated. "Was it really that obvious?" He asked, looking down at his paws. She giggled again.

"Yeah, a little. But trust me, girls would rather be with a gentleman like yourself than with a show off like Tugger." She blushed. "Me, included."

Misto's head shot up and he grinned at her. "Really?" She smiled back and nodded. Ecstatic, Misto grabbed her into his arms and swung her around, laughing with joy. She squealed and laughed with him, and when he placed her back on the ground she even stood up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss.

Behind a pile of garbage about ten feet away from them, Bomba sat with a smug smile. It works every time.

She stalked away silently, giving them some privacy. She couldn't help but feel a little bit of jealousy. Now Misto and Victoria had their fairy tale ending, where was hers?

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