A/N: Chapter Three already? Wow. That didn't take long. Anywho... this one's for Krissy4. For being so awesome with reviewing my story. Here's MungoJerrie and RumpleTeazer. I'll probably be doing another Jerrie/Teazer, so this one has them as siblings. And their accent is rather difficult to write, which is why this installment took so darn long!

Disclaimer: I do not own CATS. If I did, people wouldn't need to wonder if Jerrie and Teazer are mates or siblings. I do own the plot. And a big thing of maple syrup. But, sadly, I don't own the two troublemakers!

Summary: Our favorite duo find themselves in a sticky situation.

There's Nothing at all to be Done About That!

The house was deathly quiet, except for an occasional snore from the upstairs bedroom, clearly signaling that night had fallen, and the whole household was at peace. From the cook, to the servants, to the master and mistress of the house, everyone was asleep. Except...

"Cor', th' 'ouse is so... so..." a petite tiger queen blinked, hearing something, then whirled on her brother, pouncing him playfully. "'Ello, ducks!"

"Tezah! Ya gaive me th' willies, ya did!" Her equally striped brother groused before pushing her off and brushing down his fur. "Niow... wy ain't th' 'umans about?"

"Oi don' raightly know, ducks. Maiybe we should 'ave ourselves a looksie," the queen replied, brushing her forehead against her brothers.

"Goo' ideah, luv!" The male was, to say the least, enthusiastic. Both leapt gracefully from the floor to the nearest kitchen chair, then onto the table. Both were exploring (which, to these two cats meant deciding what was valuable and what wasn't) when the small queen caught a whiff of something sweet.

"Wat's dat, Jerrie?" She looked puzzled, and, being the somewhat dim individual that she was, pawed at the source of the smell. Which seemed to be a funny shaped bottle...

"Oi don' raightly know, Teazah." The male replied, only ceasing his explorations when the bottle fell over and spilled some of the sweet-smelling stuff onto his coat. It seemed to be a brown liquid, but...

"Blimey, Jerrie, it taistes good!" The small queen began to use her rough tongue to groom her brother's thick coat. He in turn began to purr softly, and took the time to taste a small sample of the liquid.

"Yoah raight, luv!" The male exclaimed, then leapt onto the bottle, squirting the stuff all over the table. He began to lap at it, only to hear a soft shriek from his sister. "Wat is it, luv?"

"Eet won' go awaiy," the small queen exclaimed, her bright green eyes turning from playful to annoyed in the blink of an eye. She tried in vain to lift her paws from the table, only to find that they were stuck to the sticky brown liquid. It was around the same time when a scarlet queen poked her head in through an open window, eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Oh, Tugger, you were right!" She spoke in a sultry, but breathless voice, as if she was trying her hardest to refrain from laughing. In response, a blonde 'leopard' cat popped up beside the beautiful scarlet beauty, his own blue eyes merry.

"I knew it! Nobody can resist the call of that stuff my humans get every year from America! I guess this proves that everyone loves maple syrup!"

Needless to say, the two tigers had their paws full for the rest of the night; both cleaning themselves, the table... and plotting revenge on the sultry duo who had plotted their downfall of the night.