Misto and Jemima.
By: ME!



***Ok this part of the story is kind of sad. In a way. If u think Munkustrap is annoying now...wait until u read this!!! Ok r/r bye!***


Jemima raced thru the morning dew to get to her room before her father woke her up. Her mind was racing. Misto had just asked her to marry him! Of course she would, but what would she tell her father? He would hit the roof for sure.
She climbed up to her balcony and crawled into her bed. She never realized how tired she was. Eventually, though, she fell asleep, dreaming of her Dream Future.

When she woke up, she was surprised to see bright afternoon light shining thru her window. She sat up, fully refreshed. She went downstairs and found her father at the kitchen table, writing something. It looked like a list of some sort.

"Ah, good afternoon, angel!" he said. "I was wondering if you were going to get up. Have I got some news for you!"

"Is it good news?" she yawned, stretching.

"It'll wake you up, that's for sure!"

Now she was suspicious. What could it be? "What is it Dad?"

"Well, my dear, you are 16 years old. Almost full-grown. Now," he paused, "how often do you think about...marriage."

"Marriage?" asked Jem, shocked. "Well, I-I've THOUGHT about it, I never seriously considered it..."

"Well it's about time you do!" he said. "All over the city, there are cats much younger then you, who are already MOTHERS!"

Jem didn't like where this was going.

"So, what do you think of getting married?"

"Well it all depends," she said.

"On what?"

"Well, WHO for one thing, and WHEN and -,"

"Already got it covered!" said Munkustrap.

"What?"

"Jem, be truthful now, what do you think of Tumblebrutus?"

"Uh..." now she REALLY didn't like where this was going.

"C'mon, tell me! What do you think of the young tom?"

"Well he's -,"

"What do you think of marrying him?"

Jem couldn't belive her ears. She shook her head lightly. "Wait," she said. "Say that again."

"Will you marry Tumblebrutus?"

"Wait, you want me to marry Tumble? Father I -,"

"Oh I knew you'd be speechless with joy!"

"But -,"

"Oh wait until I tell Old D! He'll be so happy! Oh, there's so much to do and so little time to do it in! Oh thank Heaviside!"

"Dad, can't we talk this over? It's too -,"

"I know, I know it's all shocking. But isn't it wonderful! Oh, I'm so happy!"

"Dad, I -," but Munkustrap just ran out the door, about to tell the whole tribe. Jem sunk into a chair and replayed what had just happened in her head. Her? Marry Tumble? It wasn't possible! For one thing, she had already told Misto she'd marry HIM, and not only that, he'll be broken hearted. And Vicki would be broken hearted because she's crazy for Tumble! And Tumble will be broken hearted because; he DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO GET MARRIED TO SOMEONE!

Jem didn't know what to think first. Did Tumble even know? This was just too crazy. She had to tell Misto!

She ran to his den in the outskirts of the Junkyard. He was already outside. She ran to him.

"Misto! Oh Misto!" surprised, Misto looked up.

"Jem? What's wrong?"

She ran into his arms. She couldn't help in anymore. She burst into tears.

Misto hugged her gently. "Jem," he said, "what's wrong? Are you hurt? Is everything okay?"

"No, no, everything's not okay! She said. Looking up at him, with a tear streaked face. "It's horrible!"

"Why? What happened?"

"Oh Misto, my father is making me marry Tumblebrutus!"

"Huh?" said Misto, "run that by me again."

"He wants me to marry Tumblebrutus! And I don't even want to...I...Misto I want to marry YOU!"

"Does Tumble know?" asked Misto. This couldn't be true.

"Oh, Heaviside only knows," said Jemima. "All I know is that he thinks I want to marry Tumble and he's running around telling everyone about this, this, wedding, when it just can't happen!"

"Look, he can't MAKE you do anything! The only thing you HAVE to do in this world is die!"

"But - Misto I, I just don't know what to do!"

"Tell him you don't want to marry him," he said. Easy as pie.

"Are you crazy? I can't disobey him!"

"If you're not going to be happy, then don't do it! Remember what I said about standing up for your feelings..."

Jem looked at him with wide eyes. "Oh Misto...I, I can't!"

"Who says you can't? You're a brave cat, Jemima. You shouldn't be afraid of your father!"

"But I am!"

"Well then, that's stupid! What's he going to do? Lock you up and throw away the key until you decide what HE wants you to do with YOUR life?"

Jem nodded.

"C'mon, he can't be that bad! Your father is a grown tom, I think he can control himself -," Jem wasn't looking any better. Misto sighed.

"You really are afraid of him, aren't you?"

Jem looked down.

Misto hugged her again. "Okay, if you don't want to stand up to him then...I will."

"What? Misto..."

"I will! I'm not going to let him hurt you! C'mon now, dry those tears. Its now or never Jem."

Shud I stop here??? ~Plays jeopardy tune in her head~ nah.

"Tumble!" said Munkustrap from across the Yard. He motioned for him to come over. "I want to speak with you."

Wondering what was going on, Tumble walked to Munku.

"Tumble, you and my daughter have been friends for a while now, correct?"

Tumble looked around. "Ya," he said.

"What do you think of her?"

"Uh..."

"You know what? Forget that. Tumble I'm fond of you...you seem like a well-mannered, serious young tom who has a bright future ahead of you."

"Gee, thanks," said Tumble.

"What do you think of marrying Jemima?"

Tumble stared at Munku. "Excuse me?"

"I just told you. Will you marry my daughter, Jemima?"

"Um, Mr. Munkustrap, sir, um...honored as I am, I really don't -,"

"That's my future son-in-law!" he gave Tumble a big noogie on the head. "Oh, she'll be trilled!" he ran off.

Tumble stared after him. Had he just been asked, to marry a girl, which he didn't like girls, but this girl, doesn't even like him, her father is deciding who she marries, but she likes Misto, who Munku strongly dislikes...no LOATHES...and...Tumble smiled to himself. This would be perfect in a soap opera...he chuckled to himself. All he has to do is tell Munku that he didn't want to marry Jemima. That's all there was to it.

"Oh and Tumble," said Munku, did you happen to see where Jemima went?"

"Oh um, she went that a way!" he said pointing toward Misto's. Little did Tumble know that Jem was currently AT Misto's house, confused as ever.

~Oooooh...now it gets good...this is the sorta sad part...~

Jemima was so confused. What was she supposed to do? "Misto," she said, "we really should tell him huh?"

"Yes, that's that I've been trying to tell you! He lifted her chin. "Look," he said, "I love you. Nothing would make me happier than knowing that you're happy."

"Oh Misto I know! I've been a coward. I think we should go and talk to him."

"When?" asked Misto.

"Mmmm, how about now? Before this gets outta hand?"

"That's my girl!" he said. They leaned in and kissed.

Munku walked in to ask Misto if he'd seen Jemima. Seeing that the door was open, he walked in and stopped in his tracks.

There, standing in the middle of the living room, was Mistoffelees, kissing Jemima. What the H. E. double hockey sticks was this?

"JEMIMA!" he yelled.

Jemima and Misto broke apart and stared with wide eyes. Misto stepped behind Jem and put his paws on her hips.

"Father I, I can explain..." said Jem. Misto heard how scared she was, for she was shaking, non-stop.

"You damn well better explain, Missy!" he said. "What are you doing with, with, THAT?" he jerked his head toward Misto.

"Stand up to her Jem," Misto whispered, "you can ya know, don't worry, I'm right here behind you."

Jem shakily took a deep breath. "THAT," she said, "is the tom that, I'm in love with."

Munku was shaking with anger now. "Love?" he said.

"Yes," said Jem, feeling her courage build up. "Love. Father, I love Misto."

"And, God forbid, does he love you back?"

"Yes," said Misto. "I do." Misto was confident. He wasn't going to get pushed around anymore. Munku and Misto made eye contact for two seconds, but it didn't take long for Misto to realize how much this gray and black tabby hated him.

"You're not serious," said Munku.

"We're serious father," said Jem.

"Jemima, how can you love him?"

"Well, it's easy. All you have to do is take the time to look for the good in a cat. Not judge them by little things, like magic powers."

"You mean to tell me that you love this, this, freak?"

"He's not a freak!" said Jem, raising her voice a bit.

"Don't you raise your voice to me, young lady!" he said, "if I say he's a freak of nature, then it is written in stone."

"Funny, I don't see 'freak' written on his forehead. Maybe he's not the real freak here."

"Oh? And who is?"

"You," said Jem. There was a slight pause.

"What did you say?"

"Okay um Jem," muttered Misto; "you can stop standing up for yourself now,"

"Shut up, I'm on a role," she said.

"No Jem, really, stop."

"What are you saying to her Freak?" yelled Munku.

"N-Nothing," said Misto.

Munku moved forward. "Really? I'm assuming you wanted to fall in love with my daughter and marry her, so I, the vice-Jellicle Leader, will welcome you with open arms into my family?" Munku now pushed Jemima aside, so he was in Misto's face. "Well guess what Freak, that's not how we work here in the real world. That's not how good, decent, worthy brought-up cats work." Misto backed up, until he was against a wall with Munku in front of him. "So I suggest that you find another female to love your kind of trash and get out!" he swung at Misto, knocking him on the floor.

"Father no!" Jem ran to her father and held his arm back. "Father please, don't hurt him!"

"Jemima, move."

"FATHER PLEASE!" using all of her might, she pushed her way to Misto and stood in front of him so Munku couldn't get to him. Jem felt a lump form in her throat. "Why are you hurting him for being in love? What has he ever done to you?" ~doesn't this scene remind you of Pocahontas?~

"Jem, I suggest you get out of the way, now."

"Oh yeah, what are you going to do to me? Hit me?"

"Jem," said Misto, "don't."

"You know what?" said Munku to Jemima, "I think you deserve this." He slapped her in the face. Hard. Jem lost her balance and wound up on the floor.

Misto jumped up. "Hey!" he said, "don't you hurt her!"

"Who are you to tell me how to raise my daughter? From someone who was hardly raised himself?"

Jem stood up. "Well I think he did a damn good job! 'Cause he's as sweet and smart and polite as any other proper tom ever raised!"

"You! Hold your tongue!" said Munku, pointing at Jemima.

"No! I don't have to! You've bossed me around and made choices for me ever since I was a kitten. Well according to you, I'm an adult now! And I have a right to stand up for myself and make my own decisions!" she walked to Misto and helped him up. "And I have my good friend Misto here who helped me realize that."

"So I take it that you don't want to marry Tumblebrutus..."

"No, I never did and I never will!"

"Well guess what sweetheart? I have Old Deuteronomy coming next week to marry you and Tumblebrutus. And like it or not, you WILL marry him."

"Oh father, Tumble doesn't even WANT to get married! He doesn't like girls! Everyone knows that!"

"He'll like you."

"Plus, Victoria likes him! If I marry him, not only will HER heart be broken, but so will mine and Misto's and even Tumbles, because neither of us will be happy! And we might as well just get married today and get a divorce tomorrow."

"I'll see to it that that does NOT happen!" he turned to Misto. "And YOU! I'll make sure that you do not make an appearance at my daughter's wedding, you hear?"

Misto didn't say anything, nor did he nod or shake his head. He just stared straight ahead.

"Father, please,"

"Come Jemima. We're finished here."

"But, Dad -,"

"I SAID COME!" he grabbed her arm and "escorted" her out of the house.

"Bye," said Jem to Misto.

"Bye," said Misto. And with that, he blew her a kiss.

***Ok! That's the end of part 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This part wasn't really ~sad~, it was just sad the way he treated her. Ok reviews would really make my day! Byzees!***