*open mouth stares*
Jemi:... You made my name 'Javah!'
Alonzo: WHY IN THE NAME OF BAST DID YOU SPLICE THE NAMES!?!?!?!?!?!!?
MT: *shrugs* I dunno, I felt like it! Guys just go and get over the name issue. K? Go!
*Silhouette of Tumble standing on the pipe in the junkyard*
Tumble: *scratches out Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on a violin*
Cats: MY EARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Misto: Why'd ya let him do that!?!
MT: None of your buisiness! Get on with it!
Tumble: Uh-oh *slips* Ahh!!!!! *falls off pipe*
MT: *sighs* Skimble get out here.
Skevye: A tumblebrutus on the pipe. Sounds crazy, no? But here in our little junkyard of Anatevka, you might say that every one of us is a Tumblebrutus on a pipe. Trying to scratch (and I mean SCRATCH) out a pleasant (matter of opinion) simple (you got that right) tune without breaking his neck. It isn't easy! You may ask, why do we stay up ther if it's so dangerous? Well, we stay because Anatevka is our home. And how do we keep our balance up there? That, I can tell you in one word: Tradition!
Town: Tradition!
Tradition!
Tradition!
Tradition!
Tradition!
Tradition!
Skevye: Because of our traditions, we've kept our balance for many years. Here in Anatevka we have traditions for everything. How to sleep, how to work. Even how to wear clothes. For instance, we always keep our heads covered, and we wear these little prayer... collars... This shows our constant devotion to Bast. you may ask, how did this tradition get started? Well I'll tell you... I don't know.
Bomba: Well you're just a font of information aren't you?
MT: Shuttup Bomba!
Skevye: But It's a tradition! Our traditions tell cats who they are and what Bast expects them to do.
Pappas (bass chorus): Who day and night must scramble for a living
Feed a queen and kittens
Say his daily prayers
And who has the right as master of the house
Gus (Snr): *sings 'Master of the House'*
MT: Gus! You're not even in this parody!
Gus: Yes I am! I'm the rabbi!
MT: *scans list* Fine, but please felines! NO MORE INTERRUPTIONS!!!!!
Pouncie: More interruptions? Ok!
MT: Poun...cie....
Pouncie: *angel face* yes?
MT: *sighs* never mind. Guys just go!
Pappas: to have the final word at home
Chorus: The pappa!
The pappa!
Tradition!
The pappa!
The pappa!
Tradition!
Mammas (alto chorus): Who must know the way to make a proper home?
A quiet home?
A Kosher home?
Who must raise a family and run the home?
So pappa's free to read the Holy Book?
Chorus: The mamma!
The mamma!
Tradition!
The mamma!
The mamma!
Tradition!
Sons (tenor chorus): At three I started Hebrew school
At ten I learned a trade
I hear they picked a bride for me I hope
She's
Pouncie: *loudly* NOT DEM!!!!!
Deme: I heard that you little twerp!
Pouncie: Aw cram it brillo-head!
Deme: You're stealing insults from Boy Meets World*!?!?!
Pouncie: You're stealing grooming tips from Macavity!?!?!
Mungo: *jumps awake* Wot, oi didn't stoil anythin! Oi swear eet wosn't moi! *immediately falls back asleep, snoring*
Rumple: Well... tho was uncharacteristic. 'Ee usually tikes oll tha credit!!!!
MT: Guys please just get back to the song!
Chorus: The sons!
The sons!
Tradition!
The sons!
The sons!
Tradition!
Daughters (soprano chorus): And who does mamma teach?
To mend and tend and fix?
Preparing me to marry
Whoever papa picks?
Chorus: The daughters!
The daughters!
Tradition!
The daughters!
The daughters!
Tradition!
Pappas: (their little part thingie) The pappas!
Mammas: (their part) The mammas!
Sons: (their part) The sons!
Daughters: (their part) The daughters!
All: Tradition!
Skevye: And in the circle of our little village, we have our special types. For instance: Jente the matchmaker!
Jente: Cavruhm, I found the perfect match for your son. A lovely girl!
Cavruhm: Well, who is it?
Jente: Rucchel, the shoemakers daughter!
Cavruhm: Rucchel!?! She can hardly see! She's practically blind!
Jente: Now tell the truth Cavruhm, is your son so much to look at? With the way she sees and the way he looks it's a perfect match!
Cavruhm: * _ *
Skevye: Ramival, the begger!
Ramival: Alms for the poor! Alms for the poor?
MT: Tugger, just do this part
Tugger (i/c): Here's one polpek.
Ramival: One polpek? Last week you gave me two polpek!
Tugger (o/c): Bug off!
MT: * _ *
Tugger (o/c): fine
(i/c): I had a bad week
Ramival: So, you had a bad week? Why should I suffer?
Skevye: And of course, our beloved Rabbi!
Tendel: Rabbi! Is there a proper blessing for the Pollicles?
Rabbi: Certainly my kit! May Bast bless and keep the Pollicles.... far away from us!
Toms (i/c): *monotonous* ha ha ha... what a funny joke.
MT: gu-uys... * _*
Toms: *gulp*
Skevye: Then there are the others. They make up a much larger circle. *Plato and the other toms walk by in the pollicle conga-line thing*
We don't bother them, and so far, they don't bother us.
Pouncie: *in conga-line, flicks Skimble's ear*
Skimble: Pouncie...
Skevye: But in our own circle, we've always gotten along fine. Of course there was that one time when he sold him a mule and told him it was a horse! But that's all settled and now we live in simple peace and harmony. *to Alonzo* It was a mule.
Alonzo: (i/c) It was a horse!
Admetus: (i/c) It was a mule!
*general arguing between the town*
Town: Horse!
Mule!
Horse!
Mule!
Horse!
Mule
Horse!
Mule!
Tradition!
Tradition!
Tradition!
Tradition!
Tradition!
Tradition!
Skevye: Traditions, traditions. Without our traditions why, our lives would be as shakey as.. as... a Tumblebrutus on the Pipe!!!
Tumble: *on pipe: one leg goes one way, the other goes the other way...*
*crack*
Pouncie: oooh, that's gonna leave a mark
Tumble: *high pitched* mommy *passes out*
MT: Jenny, Skimble, go help him.
*they do*
MT: Um... why don't we take a break?
*Much rejoicing, they all leave as fast as they can exept Jenny, Skimble and Tumble*
*Fade out*