"Argh!" Scratchy screamed, and began running mindlessly as the moon started falling out of the sky, towards his house.
He ran to his bathroom, opened it, ran inside and closed it. REALLY? you are a Dumbass.
Then, he took a breath. Scratchy closed his eyes,
And Then BOOOOOOOM!
"Good job everyone!" said the director, as the studio's grunts began picking apart the scene. One of them picked up the water balloon they'd pretended to be moon, and another one picked up the pieces of Scratchy's house, now destroyed. "Take a break, we'll do Burning down the Mouse next!"
Batu, now walking out of the debris of Scratchy's previous home, straightened his tie, and smiled. This was one of the few, truly few, episodes that had Scratchy doing the killings instead of dying in pain and agony for merely existing.
He smiled, and walked out of the stage, "Great job, Una!" he waved at the blue-and-gray mouse, and walked towards his best friend, who happened to walk towards the bar.
Una sighed, "what's the point? This violent killer act has gone for too long" he shuddered, "how long can the show go on, if it's only plot is a mouse killing a cat?"
Bato looked at him, "believe me, I've been asking myself the same questions the twenty-eight years. It's all we've been doing, ever since 'Life with Bato' ended abruptly" and then, each of them sat on their stools, his glass of Manhattan in his hand, "I'm getting tired of this shindig, Bato. I don't want to be remembered as the sadistic, psychopathic mouse. I don't want that to by my legacy" Bato snorted, "Do you think I want to be known as the stupid cat who always gets killed? The dimwit who always trusts said sadistic mouse?" he shook his head, gulping down the scotch in his hands in one go, "We don't have any other choice, Bato. There's not many shows with a mouse and a cat friendly with each other"
Una looked at him, "do you remember tom? Sylvester? Pete?" he chuckled, "They are friends with their mouse counterparts. Tom and Jerry don't even fight that much anymore, Sylvester's last fight with Speedy was back when I was Steamboat Itchy." Bato completed the sentence, "and Mickey doesn't even fight anyway. Pete is one of his best friends, both in the show and out. Yes, I know, Una. I know, but our case is different. We're in a different layer of the reality than them. Our plots are different, our Characters not even close to theirs. Can you imagine Itchy having a dog? Or giving Cheese to the poor mice of the world?"
He snorted, "if anything, he'd take the cheese from them and boil them afterwards."
"Can you even imagine Itchy living with a smaller mouse? Or asking Scratchy for help?" he shook his head, "no, Una. We are of a different breed. We are the Generation of Violence. We are-"
A voice from out of the bar said "All Actors assemble in Stage Five; the filming of the next episode starts in fifteen minutes"
Both of them took a deep sigh, got off their stools, and walked to the stage.
Their personal Problems mattered none, there was a movie to be filmed, and the Show must go on.
A.N:
Once more, sorry for the short chapter (My shortest yet, I believe)
This is the second time I'm writing Scratchy and Itchy as actual people (The first time was in AO3, in a story that is now deleted, because I didn't think It'd go anywhere…), and the first time ever writing them as actors acting the story.
Not something new, I know (There are a lot of stories with a plot like this in Looney Tunes, Tom and Jerry and other Fandoms. I have even seen a story with this plot on this site too) but I couldn't resist.
Also, the first episode of the Twenty-Eightth season was released yesterday. I haven't watched it yet, I will comment on it as soon as I do.
Anyway, thanks for reading
Davoid, Signing off.