Sorry for my poor French, there is a real sentence, but I think that if you put it in google translate it might come out right and if it doesn't leave me a review stating that. Please? So I guess I should tell you that the kittens and the truth or dare are two different parts, so don't start worrying and exiting this exciting trial of the stupid. Don't make me cry. So, fanfiction changed their format and made me very mad, but I am getting used to it very slowly. Now, please remember that North Dakota needs your prayers, so please look at my profile and see the fantastic stuff up there, including my updates on my stories. it just might help you. Now, something for the good, the bad and the hopeful. My mom is doing something with her hair that looks like someone took Bellatrix Lestrange's hair and combed it, and it is happening this Saturday. I won't tell you what, just so you know. Well, I think that its time I shut up so you can read. Remember, using the word 'do' in a verbal sentence can be dangerous. Dirty little BRAVO trick.

We all should know by now that Demeter was pregnant with Munkustrap's kittens, and I say was because that is where this chapter starts. The chance of all five of the kittens living was rather slim, and so as she was in labour, Mistoffelees and Tugger were there trying to make Munk feel better about himself and give him hope. The anticipation was almost too much to bear at times. Other times he just hoped that they would all live.

"Don't worry! Victoria came out fine." Mistoffelees optimism always made him feel better, because that small tux had to be optimistic. He had two kids, an in-law, and he sparkled.

"Hey Munky, watch this!" and so Tugger tried to make Munk smile by being stupider than normal. Tugger was attempting to speak in French.

"Je m'appelle Tugger et tugger est stupide. No that isn't right…can you help me Munk?"

"It was right. It just sounded a little strange." Munk knew that he was most likely wrong, but as he and Mistoffelees exchanged looks they knew that he didn't know that he just called himself stupid. Tugger should have given up the French a long time ago. Soon Jellylorum came to save him from the stupidity erupting.

"Munkustrap, you beat the odds. Four kittens, do you think you can handle it?"

"no." he said, currently scared.

"You will do just fine. Go in there; Demeter has been requesting your presence."

"Thanks Jelly." And Munkustrap walked in. Demeter was cuddled up around her four kittens.

"Look at them Munk! I chose the name for the one girl, her name is Alana. You get to name the next one."

"I think that I will name that little gold and silver tabby tom Mathias. That sounds like a good name. That means that there are two cats still to be named, one being named by Bomba and the other by Tugger. Dangerous." Munkustrap shuddered at the thought of letting his stepbrother name one of his kits.

Alana was just like a little Munkustrap, except she was gold and black with small dots of brown shade on her back. Mathias had the same printing as his father, but instead of silver and black he was gold and silver. The other two were also boys, and they were very similar in prints, with a calico print that must have come from their mom, but one had silver dots, and the other had white dots. The rest of their coats were just like Demeter's.

"Where is my sister? Hi, Munk." Bomba said, obviously in a rush to get in the small room before her mate, who would take up the rest of the space with his mane and ego. "Can I name that one, Dem?" she then asked, as she pointed to the one with white spots. When you looked at the fur a certain way, it happened to look a little red tinged. Maybe that is why she wanted to name him.

"Can I name him Jacob? I think that Jacob is a good name for this little one." So it was settled. Bombalurina's kitten that she got to name was going to be called Jacob. After she exited the small room, Munkustrap and Demeter started to talk.

"I love you. And these kittens as well. Do you know which one is oldest?"

"Alana was born first, believe it or not. Then it was Jacob, then Mathias, and finally the one that tugger is going to name." Demeter was glowing all the while. The essence of being a mom was doing wonders for her right now.

"I have something almost as great to tell you. Soon, and very soon, Popsicle (Old Deuteronomy) is going to rename me to be leader. Then I will get to name Alana when it comes time."

"That's great!" Demeter gave Munk a loving nuzzle and then stopped in her tracks as they both heard a large thump followed by a string of very creative profanities. Tugger had made his appearance after squeezing his mane through the small entry way.

"Hi, my darling sister in law and my darling brother. Which one do I get to name?" Tugger asked, poking around the kittens to see which one he got to name.

"You can name the one with the black dots." Demeter said rather afraid for the sake of her kitten's name.

"I must say, you and Munk did a very good job making these beautiful kittens. I think that I will name this kitten Matthew, and you could call him Matt for short." Munkustrap and Demeter smile, knowing that all of their kittens had normal names.

Meanwhile, Mungojerrie was still being a miserable, gas filled, bum. He hadn't stopped farting since he had eaten that darn burrito. But there were always consequences for what he did. Sure, he didn't like this one exactly, but he had to eat something. Mice made him do the same thing. Rumpleteazer was still at the doorway of their den, braving the vile smell and hoping that he would stop soon.

"Everlasting Cat, how much of that burrito did you eat yesterday?" she asked in her ever thick cockney accent.

"All of it." Rumple groaned. This was going to last for ever. "No more going scouting for food without me. Got it?" Mungojerrie agreed with a groan.

(This is a special line; it's called a line break.)

Though everyone at the junkyard was all happy or very smelly, things weren't the same at Macavity's warehouse. Macavity had gone away for a few days, so the Hench cats were left there to babysit the prisoners. They didn't know why he kept random strays in his prison, instead of saving room and going to raid the junkyard, but they didn't argue. Not after what happened to the last Hench cat.

Today was very relaxing for the stupid cats that didn't have enough IQ points to make a peanut butter sandwich. Blades of grass could do that better than those stupid cats. As they sat there, leaning against cages filled up with captured strays, they had the stupidest conversation ever.

"You know what scares me?" asked the one called Vincent. They didn't have real names, so they just called themselves whatever they wanted to. "Bananas scare me. They look like claws and that if you peel them you will find an even more upset, but smaller version of them."

Erin then joined in. "well, I am scared of that human guy named Chuck Norris. Who is that old, beats up wild life and then just gets up and walks away? He had a rap battle, and an epic one at that, against some random dude from the American history."

"How do you know that?" asked Meredith, one of the other stupid ones. Erin had two IQ points, and the rest had negative numbers.

"I just do. What are you afraid of Meredith?"

"Me, afraid of something? Well, I would have to say that I am afraid of human compost piles. I once fell into one, and I stunk for weeks after wards. Now I look at them and they try to jump out at me, I swear!"

"I can beat that," said Shayne. He was hardly ever scared, because he was a big cat that always pounded on the littler ones to make him feel even bigger. "I am afraid of mice. They are so small and fast, and I can never catch a live one, and once I did and I couldn't eat it. It was still wiggling and scaring the death out of me"

There was a snicker coming from the corner of the spacious room. Since all the cats were very stupid and all black, as a requirement for being a Hench cat, they looked around. Soon another cat came out of the shadows, a female one. Her name was Catherine, and she had been born into this tribe of strange people, and was rather smart for a Hench cat. She was the daughter of Macavity, and therefore a great thinker. Along with many more IQ points, she was favoured with her father.

"I think I have the worst fear of you all. I am afraid of death. I don't want to ever die because I just don't. I have a life and a position of greatness, and I am so young and smart, that I don't think I deserve to die." Meredith was just a simple princess in the villain world. There was nothing to be done about that.

As the stupid Hench cats had their monthly stupid fest, the strange purple and orange cat, Megan, and her best friend in the whole world, Tumblebrutus, were sitting together planning a prank on tugger. They had been friends ever since Megan decided that fitting in with those queens her age was going to be a challenge with her beautiful Technicolor coat. Some of the dye was fading, so there were more colors on it than there usually was. After deciding that, Megan hung out with the toms her age, finding a nook in with them.

After a while, Tumble was the only one next to her in their little club that she could stand. Plato was still single, but a nuisance and the rest of them were dating and planning their courtship. There was something that clicked with the two of them, so they started to play games and listen to stories and do what best friends do. One of the most common things they did was sit in on a story telling time at the nursery to hear which story Munkustrap was going to tell. Tumble's favourite was Growltiger's Last Stand, while Megan's favourite was Grizabella's life story, well as much as he could remember. Megan didn't care though; she liked to invent what happened to Grizabella.

So they sat there on the junk pile overlooking the notorious tom's lair. He and Bomba were busy, so they wouldn't notice some toilet paper and a scrawled note taped to it would they?

"I still think that we should steal something of his. Something rather important and then hold it hostage." Tumble said.

"And hold it hostage for what?" Megan asked, unsure were Tumble was going with this. They were close to the same age, and lately she had been seeing him in a different light, one that was tinged with pink and love.

"Well, surely you have something that we might be able to use against him." Megan shook her head. "Nothing? How about a tom? You are a queen and someday you might actually want a mate." She almost couldn't believe that Tumble, who swore on his life, would never speak of love or take part in it because he just wouldn't. Now he was going to give her the tom speech. Personally, she wanted that speech made by someone she might actually love. Maybe if she got it off of her chest it might make her feel better…

"Tumble, I think I might love you." Tumble laughed.

"'Bout time that you realized it too! I have like you since you started hanging out with us and then asked tugger if you liked me back, though I wasn't sure. He went and asked Skimble, Pounce, and Mistoffelees who you liked, and they all said me." Megan wasn't sure if she wanted to be surprised, feeling like Tumble was a creeper, or happy. She gave him nuzzle.

"Well, I guess we are both on the same page." Just before they shared a passionate kiss, Etcetera had come up and had something to tell the happy dates.

"Would you guys like to come and join the rest of us in a game of truth or dare?" They both nodded their heads franticly to say yes and followed Etcy to the game site.

Once there, all the cats sat in a circle. Demeter, Munkustrap, Tugger, Bombalurina, John, Josh, Adriana, Etcy, Electra, Pounce, Plato, Kaitlin, Leigh Ann, Marybeth, Missy, Alonzo, Devon, Tim, Ethan, Cassandra, Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer, Tantomile, and Corpricat were already sitting in a circle. Victoria and Mistoffelees were going to come late, seeing that they were partially busy, and then the circle was joined by the two.

"Who's going first?" asked tugger.

"I don't know. You can I guess." Said his brother Munkustrap.

"Awesome. Hey, you there…uh what is your name again? Oh, yes, Bombalurina. Truth or dare?" Bombalurina gave her courting partner a sharp elbow in the gut before messing up his mane and saying dare in the most casual voice possible.

"I dare you to go and give our dearest Ethan a great big hug." Tugger smirked. Though she thought nothing less of this, he knew that Jenny and Jelly, not being able to resist the mystery, would be watching. Just for effect Bombalurina gave poor Ethan a great big kiss on the cheek and made him turn so many shades of red that he made Bomba's coat look like a potato.

"Hey, my dear Rumpleteazer, truth or dare?"

"truth." This had surprised everyone, especially since they knew that Rumpleteazer was always cunning.

"Would you like to explain that wretched smell that had occurred a few days and is still going?" Bombalurina was going to get some answers if it killed her.

"Well, I let Mungojerrie go out and find 'self something to eat, and so he ate a 7-11 burrito and Mistoffelees couldn't stop the smell." Rumpleteazer turned a little pink underneath her calico coat. "Hey Misto and Toria are here!"

"Well, choose someone!" John shouted out loudly.

"Okay then John, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Go and give the queen of your choice a great big 'ole kiss." Rumpleteazer loved being cruel in the cutest ways. They all watched as john got up and gave Jemima a kiss, much to Alonzo's dislike. John sat down rather quickly and his parents were chuckling together with Munk, Tugger, Bombalurina, and Demeter.

"Munkustrap, truth or dare?"

"Truth." Munkustrap could be all strong and mighty when he wanted to, but in a game with the kittens he had grown up with and had watched, he wasn't about to go and do something incredibly stupid.

"Who was your first crush?" John asked. Some cats laughed softly.

"When I was your age, I grew up mostly in the nursery and there was this queen, her name was Alice because we had adopted her into the tribe. She was beautiful, but all drama and no fun. She was hit by a truck not soon after her mating dance with one of the other cats of my age. Happy now? Plato, which one? Truth or dare?" Plato looked partially afraid.

"truth." He said with a gulp.

"How did you feel when you had to do the Pas de Deux with Victoria?" Considering that Munkustrap wanted to have some fun with this game, and that Victoria was here, this question was rather embarrassing.

"At the time, I had loved her more than anyone else I know. Sure, she was forced into it, but I loved it. This was the one dance I could do because Mistoffelees couldn't take my place. Hey Tumble! Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Plato relaxed somewhat. "I dare you to go with Megan and have a five second moment in front of the rest of us." Tumble turned almost as red as Megan. But there was no backing out, so they went and snogged up a storm in five seconds. And to be honest, Tumble enjoyed every second of it.

"Adriana, truth or dare?" Adriana was one of the more timid cats and so she said truth.

"How about telling us about what happened the first night that Devon was discovered, and how he had invited you to come and stay in his temporary den."

"he just asked if I was having a rough day, more or less he could tell, and then said that I could stay the night with him. I did that also as a favour for Munkustrap, because we didn't know if Devon was one of Macavity's spies. Then, I got cold during the night and he wrapped his arms around me. 'nough said." Bombalurina cussed a few words, hoping that there would have been a better story.

"Mind your language Bombalurina! There are kits present." Adriana scolded before continuing. "Tantomile, truth or dare."

"truth." And then Adriana told him that he had to confess his deepest and darkest secret. Corpricat would help make sure that he told the truth. This was going to be great.