(Tug's POV)
It was hopeless, no sign of Macavity or Old D anywhere. I had to turn back, defeated. Although I was some distance away I heard Macavity's laugh. Damn, I ran as fast as I could hoping I wouldn't be too late. I got there just as there was a flash of light and a whisper.
"Macavity's not there."
I looked round to see if everyone was ok. That was when I saw Munk looking pretty beat up. Demeter was with him and knew she'd look after him for the moment. For now we had to get Old D back. Then I had an idea. The next moments passed by like a blur as I found myself telling the tribe about the magical Mr. Mistoffelees. Before I fully realised it we had our leader back, but the celebration was cut short for me as I noticed Grizabella return. The mother that hadn't wanted me. It was hard to forgive her even when the other jellicles had. When she was sent to Heaviside I stayed back, maybe I'll regret that someday. Just for now, I'll always remember the look on her face as she climbed up the steps to Heaviside.
And then it was over, the sun was beginning to rise in the sky and sunlight flooded into the junkyard. Munk who I could tell was doing his best to conceal his limp walked over to Old D. He always accompanied the leader back to the vicarage wall after the ball but this time I wasn't sure whether he was ok enough to. A fight with Macavity is not one that you generally come out of feeling fine. I pulled Lonzo to one side,
"Lonz, dya think you can walk Old D home? Only, Munk usually does it and I don't think that he's up to it after that fight."
"Me neither, no problem Tug," Lonz went over to Old D while I intercepted Munk.
"Lonz is gonna take Old D back," I told him.
"I can manage it Tug," Munk insisted, "Don't think I can screw that up as well."
I sensed something else was going on here,
"Munk, wake up, you've been in a fight with Macavity for crying out loud. Now let Lonz take Old D back, and you can get those wounds looked at."
Dem skittered over to us,
"Munku, are you ok?" she asked.
"Yes."
"No."
Munk and I replied simultaneously. Dem frowned at us but continued talking,
"Thank you for saving me from.from him," she nuzzled Munk.
"I must say you were brave, if it wasn't for you no one would have realized that Deuteronomy was really Macavity. By the way, you've thanked me, have you thanked Lonz?" Munk asked with a wink.
"Erm, well...no."
"He's gonna be taking Old D back to the vicarage wall, maybe you can tag along," Munk grinned.
Dem blushed and ran after the leader and Lonz, quickly catching up with them.
"Glad to know you've decided to be sensible," I said satisfied that something had finally gotten through to Munk.
"Anything for young love, Dem deserves to be happy."
I sighed,
"Come on, I think you need to go to the vet you hopeless romantic."
Munk froze, "I am fine, I'm not going to the vet's."
Nice one Tug, mention the vet's you idiot! I had forgotten about Munk's fear of the vet's, it came after one of his friends was taken there and never came back, we got told later that he had been put to sleep.
"Ok, ok. No vet's. Look Munk I know you're hurt, just tell me how bad."
He realized I wasn't gonna stop bugging him about this and slumped down on to the tire tiredly,
"Fine, I think a couple of ribs are bruised maybe broken, I'm not too sure. Then there are these cuts, and something's up with my leg."
"That's it?"
"That's the worst I think, yeh."
"Come on, I have a feeling this is a job for Jenny," I gently helped him to his paws and made him lean on me heading towards Jenny's. Jenny looked about ready to have a good days sleep until she saw us that is. She obviously hadn't seen Munk's injuries in the light of day.
"Heaviside, Munkustrap. Are these all from that fight with Macavity?!" she demanded.
Munk nodded sheepishly.
"I'm surprised you're even still standing, you should have come straight to me with these. I'll give you a proper telling off after I bandage you up. Get in here."
The look on Munk's face was priceless, Jenny had helped to raise him and he knew she meant business. Second-in-command of the jellicles getting told off like a kitten, this I had to see. Unfortunately Jenny had other plans for me,
"Tugger, fetch Misto, tell him that I know he not a healer but we could do with some internal injury diagnosis."
"Yes ma'am," I saluted and went off to find the little conjurer.
It was hopeless, no sign of Macavity or Old D anywhere. I had to turn back, defeated. Although I was some distance away I heard Macavity's laugh. Damn, I ran as fast as I could hoping I wouldn't be too late. I got there just as there was a flash of light and a whisper.
"Macavity's not there."
I looked round to see if everyone was ok. That was when I saw Munk looking pretty beat up. Demeter was with him and knew she'd look after him for the moment. For now we had to get Old D back. Then I had an idea. The next moments passed by like a blur as I found myself telling the tribe about the magical Mr. Mistoffelees. Before I fully realised it we had our leader back, but the celebration was cut short for me as I noticed Grizabella return. The mother that hadn't wanted me. It was hard to forgive her even when the other jellicles had. When she was sent to Heaviside I stayed back, maybe I'll regret that someday. Just for now, I'll always remember the look on her face as she climbed up the steps to Heaviside.
And then it was over, the sun was beginning to rise in the sky and sunlight flooded into the junkyard. Munk who I could tell was doing his best to conceal his limp walked over to Old D. He always accompanied the leader back to the vicarage wall after the ball but this time I wasn't sure whether he was ok enough to. A fight with Macavity is not one that you generally come out of feeling fine. I pulled Lonzo to one side,
"Lonz, dya think you can walk Old D home? Only, Munk usually does it and I don't think that he's up to it after that fight."
"Me neither, no problem Tug," Lonz went over to Old D while I intercepted Munk.
"Lonz is gonna take Old D back," I told him.
"I can manage it Tug," Munk insisted, "Don't think I can screw that up as well."
I sensed something else was going on here,
"Munk, wake up, you've been in a fight with Macavity for crying out loud. Now let Lonz take Old D back, and you can get those wounds looked at."
Dem skittered over to us,
"Munku, are you ok?" she asked.
"Yes."
"No."
Munk and I replied simultaneously. Dem frowned at us but continued talking,
"Thank you for saving me from.from him," she nuzzled Munk.
"I must say you were brave, if it wasn't for you no one would have realized that Deuteronomy was really Macavity. By the way, you've thanked me, have you thanked Lonz?" Munk asked with a wink.
"Erm, well...no."
"He's gonna be taking Old D back to the vicarage wall, maybe you can tag along," Munk grinned.
Dem blushed and ran after the leader and Lonz, quickly catching up with them.
"Glad to know you've decided to be sensible," I said satisfied that something had finally gotten through to Munk.
"Anything for young love, Dem deserves to be happy."
I sighed,
"Come on, I think you need to go to the vet you hopeless romantic."
Munk froze, "I am fine, I'm not going to the vet's."
Nice one Tug, mention the vet's you idiot! I had forgotten about Munk's fear of the vet's, it came after one of his friends was taken there and never came back, we got told later that he had been put to sleep.
"Ok, ok. No vet's. Look Munk I know you're hurt, just tell me how bad."
He realized I wasn't gonna stop bugging him about this and slumped down on to the tire tiredly,
"Fine, I think a couple of ribs are bruised maybe broken, I'm not too sure. Then there are these cuts, and something's up with my leg."
"That's it?"
"That's the worst I think, yeh."
"Come on, I have a feeling this is a job for Jenny," I gently helped him to his paws and made him lean on me heading towards Jenny's. Jenny looked about ready to have a good days sleep until she saw us that is. She obviously hadn't seen Munk's injuries in the light of day.
"Heaviside, Munkustrap. Are these all from that fight with Macavity?!" she demanded.
Munk nodded sheepishly.
"I'm surprised you're even still standing, you should have come straight to me with these. I'll give you a proper telling off after I bandage you up. Get in here."
The look on Munk's face was priceless, Jenny had helped to raise him and he knew she meant business. Second-in-command of the jellicles getting told off like a kitten, this I had to see. Unfortunately Jenny had other plans for me,
"Tugger, fetch Misto, tell him that I know he not a healer but we could do with some internal injury diagnosis."
"Yes ma'am," I saluted and went off to find the little conjurer.