Dear Jellicle Diary, Mistoffelees here. As a Jellicle, I feel it is my responsibility to report happenings around the junkyard. Being "quiet, small and black", I can sometimes see things that no other Jellicle can. The story I'm about to record is one of my favorite Jellicle adventures. It is known to only a few Jellicles (Mungojerrie, Rumpleteazer, Victoria and I), but tonight at the Jellicle Ball I will tell everyone.

It all started one sunny summer afternoon in the junkyard. My mate Victoria and I were taking a stroll, enjoying the warm sun on our backs. "Oh Misto," Vici sighed as she sat down, "isn't this a beautiful day?" I sat down beside her, and was about to respond when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, sacks on their backs. "Misto! Vici! Follow us, we have something to show you."