Chapter 4
By: Me
That evening, in the Junkyard...
All the Jellicles were gathered in the junkyard for the weekly meeting. This was when they discussed preparing for the Ball, events, dates and announcements. It was part of a Jellicle's membership to show up, unless there was a "legitimate excuse", as Munkustrap would say.
Sillabub hated sitting through these things. She didn't understand what they were talking about. All she knew was that they were boring. But she didn't complain. Uncle Munkustrap was taking role.
"Asparagus?" he called.
"Here," said Asparagus.
"Jellylorum?"
"Here."
"Skimbleshanks and family?"
Skimble pointed to Etcetera, Electra, Sillabub, Victoria, and Jennyanydots, his wife. "We're all here," he said in his Scottish accent.
"Bombalurina and Demeter?"
The sisters raised their arms.
"Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer?"
"Not here!" they said giggling, though they were there.
"Tugger?"
"The Tugger is present! Whoa!" said Tugger. Etcetera fainted.
"Mistoffelees?"
Silence.
"Mistoffelees?" he called a bit louder.
"He might be running late, ye know Mistoffelees," said Skimble.
"Yeah, you're right," said Munkustrap, "Cassandra?"
Cassandra made her way back to the Junkyard. "Here," she said.
"Cassandra, my dear, do you know where Mistoffelees is?"
Cassandra shook her head and shrugged.
"Hm..."
Well the meeting continued on. Misto never "showed up". After words, there was usually a social gathering. A few of the females were talking about Mistoffelees' absence.
"He's probably working on a new spell or something," said Bombalurina, laughing slightly.
"Yeah, he mighta forgot," said Demeter.
Sillabub was only half-listening to them. She was starting to worry about him. *What if he's in trouble and we don't know it?* she thought. She pointed this out to her friends.
"Silla, listen, the worst thing that could attack HIM is his own tail," said Bombalurina. "He's fine." The others cracked up.
"But-," Sillabub couldn't belive that people we're joking about this. "What if he's hurt?"
"Sill, quit worrying," said Electra.
Sillabub looked down and sneaked away from the group. She found her mother and father chatting with Jellylorum and Asparagus.
"Father, I'm worried about Misto," she said.
The older cats looked at her. Skimble smiled.
"Ah Sillabub why are ye worried abowt Mistoffelees?" he asked.
"'Cause, he might be in trouble," she said, "or he could have gotten hurt." Sillabub was surprised that her father wasn't worried about Misto himself, because he loved Misto like a son. Considering he never had any, Mistoffelees was the closest to a son Skimble had. Sillabub was hoping that maybe, one day, Misto would be Skimble's son-IN-LAW.
"Look, I'm sure Mistoffelees is fine," he said.
Sillabub was sick of hearing that. She nodded and walked away, thinking.
Then she saw Cassandra slink away to the entrance to the junkyard. Obviously she didn't want to be seen. Sillabub watched her sneak off into the darkness. Sillabub's curiosity was getting the better of her. Somehow she knew that there was something fishy about that. She followed Cassandra out of the junkyard.
As she followed Cassandra, Sillabub was beginning to ponder if she should head back, because she didn't like the situation at all. Her heart beat fast as she followed Cassandra down another dark alley, terrified. But she knew that Cassandra was up to no good.
Cassandra stopped in front of a huge abandoned warehouse down by the foggy harbor. Sillabub stopped, a few feet behind Cassandra, well hidden. She watched Cassandra whisper a password to someone, or something, and she seemed to have disappeared into the shady-looking building. (Sillabub later noticed that Cassandra walked through some sort of door.) Sillabub was about to just go back to the Junkyard and tell someone, but she knew that there was no way in the world she would find her way back; but she certainly had no desire to go in the building. She was stuck. All she could hear was the waves crashing against the docks, and the sounds of city nightlife. But, she could barely hear it. It seemed silent around the creepy warehouse, as if there was a fence that blocked sound. And light. And civilization. The only thing the "fence" let in, was fear. ~~~~A/N: Kinda gives ya chills don't it? ~~~~
Then the silence was broken by a horrible scream. The type of scream that sent chills down Sillabub's spine. It lasted for about two seconds, and then stopped. Silence once more. Then she heard it again. She noticed that it came from inside that building. Right away she thought it was Cassandra. Then when she heard the scream the second time, she noticed that it wasn't a female screaming in agony. It was a tom. It sounded like a young tom. It sounded like...
MISTO! ~~~~BUM, bum, buuuummmm.~~~~
Sillabub's already beating heart beat more. Then she heard a laugh. She knew that laugh. She'd heard that before. That was the trademark laugh of...
MACAVITY! ~~~~Bum, bum, BUUUUUUUUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~
It all made sense now. That's why Misto wasn't at the meeting tonight. Macavity has him! And he WAS in trouble! And to think that nobody believed her! It was true! She had to help! But what would a little lost kitten do against the Hidden Paw? The most dangerous cat this side of town? She had to help Misto. Using every ounce of courage, she climbed to the sill of one of the lighted barred windows...and nearly fell off when she looked through it.
There was little Misto, scratched, beat and bleeding on a hard floor stained with fresh blood. And there was Macavity and Cassandra standing there...laughing at him.
~R/R. This is gonna be good, this is gonna be good, this is gonna be sooooooo good! You watch me! I'm telling you, popcorn is the best thing if you want to think of a good idea. Though toast isn't a bad food for inspiration either...~
By: Me
That evening, in the Junkyard...
All the Jellicles were gathered in the junkyard for the weekly meeting. This was when they discussed preparing for the Ball, events, dates and announcements. It was part of a Jellicle's membership to show up, unless there was a "legitimate excuse", as Munkustrap would say.
Sillabub hated sitting through these things. She didn't understand what they were talking about. All she knew was that they were boring. But she didn't complain. Uncle Munkustrap was taking role.
"Asparagus?" he called.
"Here," said Asparagus.
"Jellylorum?"
"Here."
"Skimbleshanks and family?"
Skimble pointed to Etcetera, Electra, Sillabub, Victoria, and Jennyanydots, his wife. "We're all here," he said in his Scottish accent.
"Bombalurina and Demeter?"
The sisters raised their arms.
"Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer?"
"Not here!" they said giggling, though they were there.
"Tugger?"
"The Tugger is present! Whoa!" said Tugger. Etcetera fainted.
"Mistoffelees?"
Silence.
"Mistoffelees?" he called a bit louder.
"He might be running late, ye know Mistoffelees," said Skimble.
"Yeah, you're right," said Munkustrap, "Cassandra?"
Cassandra made her way back to the Junkyard. "Here," she said.
"Cassandra, my dear, do you know where Mistoffelees is?"
Cassandra shook her head and shrugged.
"Hm..."
Well the meeting continued on. Misto never "showed up". After words, there was usually a social gathering. A few of the females were talking about Mistoffelees' absence.
"He's probably working on a new spell or something," said Bombalurina, laughing slightly.
"Yeah, he mighta forgot," said Demeter.
Sillabub was only half-listening to them. She was starting to worry about him. *What if he's in trouble and we don't know it?* she thought. She pointed this out to her friends.
"Silla, listen, the worst thing that could attack HIM is his own tail," said Bombalurina. "He's fine." The others cracked up.
"But-," Sillabub couldn't belive that people we're joking about this. "What if he's hurt?"
"Sill, quit worrying," said Electra.
Sillabub looked down and sneaked away from the group. She found her mother and father chatting with Jellylorum and Asparagus.
"Father, I'm worried about Misto," she said.
The older cats looked at her. Skimble smiled.
"Ah Sillabub why are ye worried abowt Mistoffelees?" he asked.
"'Cause, he might be in trouble," she said, "or he could have gotten hurt." Sillabub was surprised that her father wasn't worried about Misto himself, because he loved Misto like a son. Considering he never had any, Mistoffelees was the closest to a son Skimble had. Sillabub was hoping that maybe, one day, Misto would be Skimble's son-IN-LAW.
"Look, I'm sure Mistoffelees is fine," he said.
Sillabub was sick of hearing that. She nodded and walked away, thinking.
Then she saw Cassandra slink away to the entrance to the junkyard. Obviously she didn't want to be seen. Sillabub watched her sneak off into the darkness. Sillabub's curiosity was getting the better of her. Somehow she knew that there was something fishy about that. She followed Cassandra out of the junkyard.
As she followed Cassandra, Sillabub was beginning to ponder if she should head back, because she didn't like the situation at all. Her heart beat fast as she followed Cassandra down another dark alley, terrified. But she knew that Cassandra was up to no good.
Cassandra stopped in front of a huge abandoned warehouse down by the foggy harbor. Sillabub stopped, a few feet behind Cassandra, well hidden. She watched Cassandra whisper a password to someone, or something, and she seemed to have disappeared into the shady-looking building. (Sillabub later noticed that Cassandra walked through some sort of door.) Sillabub was about to just go back to the Junkyard and tell someone, but she knew that there was no way in the world she would find her way back; but she certainly had no desire to go in the building. She was stuck. All she could hear was the waves crashing against the docks, and the sounds of city nightlife. But, she could barely hear it. It seemed silent around the creepy warehouse, as if there was a fence that blocked sound. And light. And civilization. The only thing the "fence" let in, was fear. ~~~~A/N: Kinda gives ya chills don't it? ~~~~
Then the silence was broken by a horrible scream. The type of scream that sent chills down Sillabub's spine. It lasted for about two seconds, and then stopped. Silence once more. Then she heard it again. She noticed that it came from inside that building. Right away she thought it was Cassandra. Then when she heard the scream the second time, she noticed that it wasn't a female screaming in agony. It was a tom. It sounded like a young tom. It sounded like...
MISTO! ~~~~BUM, bum, buuuummmm.~~~~
Sillabub's already beating heart beat more. Then she heard a laugh. She knew that laugh. She'd heard that before. That was the trademark laugh of...
MACAVITY! ~~~~Bum, bum, BUUUUUUUUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~
It all made sense now. That's why Misto wasn't at the meeting tonight. Macavity has him! And he WAS in trouble! And to think that nobody believed her! It was true! She had to help! But what would a little lost kitten do against the Hidden Paw? The most dangerous cat this side of town? She had to help Misto. Using every ounce of courage, she climbed to the sill of one of the lighted barred windows...and nearly fell off when she looked through it.
There was little Misto, scratched, beat and bleeding on a hard floor stained with fresh blood. And there was Macavity and Cassandra standing there...laughing at him.
~R/R. This is gonna be good, this is gonna be good, this is gonna be sooooooo good! You watch me! I'm telling you, popcorn is the best thing if you want to think of a good idea. Though toast isn't a bad food for inspiration either...~