Altaica's Story- Part Eight- Saved?
Author's note: Okay, the usual....Alta, Engle and Ocenir belong to me, Ruffles and truffles belong to L and Mell, the rest of them belong to RUG. This story has quite a bit more humor than the rest of mine have. Hehehehe, enjoy!-Amber
Macavity stormed around the apartment. She was one lucky bitch! She'd gotten away from him and from that other cat....what was his name? Engle. That was it. Although....a wicked smile formed on his lips. That bratty cousin of hers, that Jemima, she hadn't gotten away. No, Mac old boy, he reassured himself. You aren't losing your touch.
How would he get through to her? He thought bitterly, knocking a plant off of the windowsill. HE was the top cat around here, not that silver-striped Boy Scout, Munkustrap, and certainly not her. Macavity was the name that caused fear in everyone's gut, and he needed to install that fear into that insolent American.
He stood, stretching. Maybe a walk around the perimeters of the Junkyard would give him some ideas.
"But Ruffles......."
"Truffles, THIS is how we make applesauce! Just...hold still!!!"
"I'm telling you, this isn't how the tele-ele-ele-ele-elevision program showed it....."
"Just keep STILL!!!" Ruffles had somehow gotten a pair of scissors and was hacking away at Truffles's fur. The kits were "making applesauce" in a large, cracked enamel bowl. Ruffles paused to scatter some more hair into the muddy mixture that was already in the bowl.
"What are we going to do with this again?"
"Feed it to Munkustrap!!! And then say that Auntie Altie said we could. You know he always believes us when we say that."
Macavity paused when he heard the words "Auntie Altie". Altie...Altaica? Maybe. He peered over a large roll of pink insulation and surveyed the two kittens below. One of them, a reddish one, was holding a pair of scissors, chopping off uneven hunks of hair form the other one, the brown patchworked one. He waited for them to say the name again.
Ruffles put down the scissors and pulled out a small plastic squeeze bottle. "The finishing touch!" she exclaimed.
"Ooooooooh, d'you think Auntie Altie would like that?" Truffles asked, gingerly feeling the missing patches of fur.
"Who cares?" ruffles said, upending the bottle. The label read "Stronghold".
Macavity swooped out and seized the kits, not noticing that they didn't scream, and that Ruffles continued holding the Stronghold glue.
Alta sighed and trotted over to where Ruffles and Truffles usually played. It was near the edge of the junkyard, in what was referred to as the "sharp-objects" section. As long as they didn't use the things they found on TOO many members of the tribe, nobody cared. Most of the cats hoped that the two would kill each other off playing over here.
Alta found the "applesauce" and sighed. The hair was from Truffles, and the scissors smelled of Ruffles. She wondered why the mixture had been abandoned just as the glue was being added. They had probably planned on upending it over Tugger's head, she mused. It was something that they would do. So why leave it?
She sniffed the air around the area. Something smelled familiar....her stomach turned as she realized what it was. Macavity!
She turned and ran for the Junkyard at a breakneck speed. One dead kit was all that the Tribe could handle!!!
"MAC TOOK RUHFFLES AN' TRUFFLES!!!" she screamed as she rounded the corner into the main section of the Junkyard.
There was a shocked silence, and then someone began to cheer. Nobody except Alta, Munkus, Misto, and Ocenir had liked the kits, and the toms tolerated them for Alta's sake. Everyone else was sick of their antics, and many mumbled amongst themselves that Macavity had probably sent the two to destroy the Tribe from within.
"Maybe NOW I can turn back to being black and white," a still-gold Alonzo muttered under his breath.
"Maybe I'll get the knots out of my mane!" Tugger said, happiness tingeing his voice.
"Ah can't believe yous!" Alta exclaimed. "Do yous really wanta bury two moah kits?"
Ocenir stood. "She's right, guys. Whether we want them or not, we have to get Ruffles and Truffles back."
"Who knows what Macavity might do to them!" Demeter exclaimed. "Especially if they mention you, Altaica."
Munkustrap nodded. "We know where he's taking them. We'll need two groups...." The silver tabby was off, making plans for the next raid on Macavity's apartment.
However, things were not going quite as Demeter had thought they would. The question should have been,. "What will they do to Macavity?"
Mac was trying not to harm the kits, he needed them for his plan. After a few minutes of walking, he reached a conclusion of sorts. The Ruffles kit had the ability to be a criminal mastermind, and the Truffles kit was quite thick-headed.
"Hey Truffles?"
"What iz it y'all?" Mac groaned. The accent! Again! Atrocious!
"I wonder if Uncie Mackie likes Stronghold....."
Macavity started. "What's stronghold?" he asked, regretting it the moment it came from his mouth.
Behind her back, Ruffles poured a large amount of glue onto Truffles's paw. "Stronghold is....THIS!" she picked up the slightly smaller kit and threw her at Macavity, the gluey paw coming into contact with his forehead.
"TRUFFLES! Off my forehead! NOW!" Mac was a little more than pissed. His stylishly dusty, neglected coat was getting ruffled and sticky from this kit. He blinked as a large bead of glue dripped between his eyes. Wait a minute....glue?
Truffles tried pitifully to pull her paw from Mac's forehead. "Uh-oh, spaghettiohs....Ah iz stuck, y'all!"
"NO! NO! YOU ARE NIOT STUCK!!!" Mac was having a fit. Having this....THING stuck to his forehead? No, thank you.
"But ah iz, Uncie Mackie!!!!"
Ruffles grinned wickedly and whipped out the scissors. "Don't worry, Uncie Macky-avy-avy-avy-tee, I can fix it....."
"Did you heah that? She can fix it, y'all!!!!" Truffles cried, jumping up an down, forgetting that her paw was stuck to Mac's head. His jaw hit the pavement repeatedly.
"OW! TRUFFLES! STOP!" he felt as though his scalp was being pulled off.
"Ye-es, Truffles, stop and hold still if you ever want to get unstuck..." Ruffles sounded deeply amused. Truffles stopped jumping, Mac's head stopped whacking, and Ruffles opened the scissors.
SNIP....SNIPSNIPSNIPSNIPSNIP.
"Ah iz free, y'all!!!!!" Truffles cried, bouncing away from "Uncie Mackie" with a rather large amount of long ginger fur on her paw. Macavity touched his forehead gingerly and felt the choppy, uneven, and (in some places) completely missing strands of fur.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Half a block away, the search party halted, confused. "Wasn't that Macavity creaming?" Ocenir asked, confused.
Altaica was cracking up. "Stronghold....."
Tugger groaned. "The poor guy!!!!!!"
The party set off again, moving a lot faster than usual.
They reached Macavity's home at dusk, finding the ginger cat waiting for them to come with a frantic look. Now, not only was Macavity's "hairline" er...receding, he was also sporting a rather large pink bow on his tail and several patches of dry-or-drying glue. It was the first time that the Hidden Paw was glad to see a Jellicle, and the first time the Jellicles nearly fell down laughing at the sight of Macavity.
Mac looked at them, pleading. "Take them back!!!!" he cried.
Alta stepped forward, a smug grin on her face. "What wazzat?" she asked.
"PLEASE, oh please-oh-please-oh-pretty-pretty-please take those blasted kits back!" he cried, completely ruining his tough Mystery Cat outer look.
Ruffles peeked around the doorway with Truffles close behind. The brown-patched kit was holding a bucket that looked as though it was filled with a mixture of flour and water. "He-llo, Auntie Altie!" Truffles cried, waving the paw covered in ginger fur. "We're just having some fun with our Uncie Macky, y'all!"
"We loooooove our Uncie Macky!" Ruffles cried, taking the bucket and upending it over Macavity, leaving him completely covered in sticky white paste.
Alonzo snickered. Macavity glared at him and sneered. "Shut up, goldilocks!"
Mistoffelees looked like he was about to have a fit. "So, Mac, are you going to begin sporting that nice pink bow in p-public?"
Alta raised an eyebrow at the cats around her. "C'mon, guys, give Mac a break." She turned to Macavity, a steely cold look on her face. "Here's the deal, puss. You leave us alone, and we'll bring Ruffles and Truffles back with us. Bother the Tribe at ALL, and, well, the kits will be paying a visit to their...Uncie Macky."
Macavity, now covered in sticky white paste, from his bald spot to the pink bow on his tail, nodded rapidly. Alta smiled and gestured to the two kits, who ran towards the members of the Tribe, giving "Uncie Macky" a good-bye squirt of Stronghold as they passed.
As soon as they were out of sight of the apartment, Alta burst out laughing and, much to their dismay, hugged the kits.
"What'd we do to deserve punishment like this?" Ruffles cried.
"We was only having fun with our Uncie Mackie, y'all!!!" Truffles exclaimed.
This merely caused everyone to laugh all the more. When they reached the Junkyard, Alta and Ocenir couldn't help but relay the story to an audience of attentive cats. Ruffles and Truffles changed in everyone's eyes then, because, maybe, just maybe...oh, was it really possible?
The Terrible Two (as they were sometimes called) may just have saved the Junkyard from Macavity.