Wow, you guys did such a great job reviewing, so here's the next chapter. Let me just say I'm particularly proud of it...and that I just love Alonzo chapters.

That morning, Mistoffelees woke up more refreshed than he had been in months. He had a whole new lease on life. His powers were back! He would be able to levitate stuff, shoot lightning, show off to his friends, fly with Victoria again! Macavity had been so nice to him. He really should thank Macavit-

Hold the phone! This was Macavity, the evil ginger cat who catnapped kittens, who abused Demeter, who pulled off terrible heists with powers that mimicked those of Mistoffelees! He was not the kind of cat to be thanked, for anything! Mistoffelees shuddered that he had thought of thanking Macavity. All his life he had been raised to hate the Hidden Paw. The idea of Macavity being nice to him made his skin creep.

Yet, Macavity had been kind to Mistoffelees.

No way! That was in a dream. Mistoffelees had no way of knowing whether or not the cat he met in his dream was really a representation of the real Macavity.

He did seem to know a lot about magic. The real Macavity had magic powers just like Mistoffelees' powers.

So what?! Even if it was the real Macavity, he was probably just trying to recruit Mistoffelees to be one of his henchcats, that's all. And Heavyside knew Mistoffelees would never join Macavity.

With that settled, Mistoffelees climbed out of his box to hunt up some breakfast. Maybe, he thought devilishly, he wouldn't even have to hunt. If he could find a mouse while staying far away from Munkustrap, he could just float it to him, eliminating the need to run after it. He licked his lips as he strode away silently, careful not to wake up Munkustrap, sleeping in the tire.

After eating, Mistoffelees hopped on the boot of the old Ford in the junkyard to catch some rays. He had been sunbathing there for a few minutes when something suddenly landed on him. They wrestled for a few seconds and slid off the trunk of the car. When the dust settled. Mistoffelees found himself pinned to the ground by Alonzo.

"Gotcha," said Alonzo.

"And good morning to you, too," Mistoffelees gasped, finding it difficult to breath with Alonzo's knees on his ribcage.

"Ooh, sorry," Alonzo said, getting off of the smaller cat. "Didn't mean to knock the wind out of you or anything."

"You didn't. So what's up?" Mistoffelees asked brightly.

"Wow, you're in a much better mood than you have been lately. What happened?"

Mistoffelees opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when he realized that they were practically standing right next to Munkustrap (who was still sleeping in the tire). "I want to show you something, but not next to M-U-N-K-U-S-T-R-A-P," Mistoffelees whispered.

"Who?" asked Alonzo, who wasn't quite following.

"Oh, just come with me."

Mistoffelees took Alonzo to one of the back ways of the junkyard where no one went very often. He sat Alonzo down on an oil drum at the base of a large rubbish pile and said, "Now close your eyes, and don't open them until I tell you to." Alonzo, skeptical again, obediently closed his eyes and waited as Mistoffelees climbed to the top of the junk pile. "Ok, now look up!" Mistoffelees called. Alonzo screeched as he saw the black and white figure of his friend come plunging toward him. He yelped and covered his head with his paws, but a few seconds later, nothing had happened. Alonzo chanced a look up again. Mistoffelees was hanging in midair, his nose an inch away from Alonzo's. He wore a wild grin on his face and his eyes were the size of silver dollars.

"WOAH!" Alonzo cried. "You scared me half to death! When did you learn how to do that?!"

"A few days ago," Mistoffelees answered, beaming.

"And you didn't rush out to show everyone as soon as you could? I'm impressed."

Mistoffelees frowned and and promptly dropped onto Alonzo, surprising him enough to allow the younger cat to pin him to the ground. This time Mistoffelees' knees were on Alonzo's ribcage. "What was that you were saying?" he queried.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," Alonzo squeaked, trying to breath. "Now, could you please get off me!" Mistoffelees lifted himself off of his friend, and Alonzo could breath more easily. "Much better," he continued. "But really, why haven't you told everyone else yet?"

"Are you kidding? If Munkustrap knew, he would never let me out of his sight again! I'd like to be able to fly without worrying about getting caught. Although I have shown, ah, someone else."

Alonzo stared. "That's what you were doing the other night, wasn't it?" Mistoffelees nodded, the white part of his face turning an almost indiscernible shade of pink. "I'm glad," Alonzo continued. "I was wondering about the whole 'really wet' thing..."

"That was pretty stupid, wasn't it?" Mistoffelees chuckled. They had a good laugh together. It was wonderful, to simply be friends and to be able to enjoy each other's company. It was good, though not as good as the ecstasy Mistoffelees had felt in his dream. He shivered suddenly at the memory of that experience.

Alonzo looked concerned. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Mistoffelees shook off the feeling and lied, "Oh, nothing. Hey, now that I can fly, is there anyplace in particular you want to go? I can take you with me, you know."

"Wait a minute!" Alonzo shouted. "I just had the best idea!"

"Wonderful! Where is it?"

"No, it's not a place, it's an idea! Flying is something you never realized you could do, am I right?" Mistoffelees nodded. "Well, maybe there are other tricks you can do that you never even knew about!"

Mistoffelees' face lit up. He had never thought of that! There might be dozens of other things he could do, that he never even knew about. Then he realized something. "Alonzo, how am I going to try to do something if I don't know what it is?"

"Oh, we'll think of something, like, uh, oh!" Alonzo said, snapping his fingers. "Remember how you brought back Old Deuteronomy at the last Ball?" Mistoffelees nodded once more. "And afterward you told me you had no idea how you did it?"

Mistoffelees was getting tired of nodding. "Will you get on with it?" he demanded.

Alonzo went on, "Well, that was like, uh, what do they call it?, oh!, teleportation, wasn't it? I bet you can teleport!"

Alonzo had a point. When the Rum Tum Tugger had put him on the spot last year at the Jellicle Ball, he had had no choice but to just wave his paws around and hope something would happen. When the trick was over, no one was more surprised that Deuteronomy was under that sheet than Mistoffelees! Only Alonzo knew that, though. Mistoffelees would never tell anyone else that his greatest magical feat ever had just been a tremendous fluke. But teleportation...that would seem to explain it. Mistoffelees was surprised that he hadn't thought of it himself. Now that he thought about it, it just might work.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't realize that Alonzo was trying to get his attention. "Junkyard to Mistoffelees. Come in Mistoffelees. Heavyside, we have a problem." Finally he cupped his paws around his mouth and leaned in toward Mistoffelees' ear: "HEY, MISTOFFELEES!" That last one did it. Mistoffelees was jolted out of his thoughts and back into the junkyard. "Finally," Alonzo said. "Man, Mistoffelees, how many times do I have to do that for you in a week? The other day with the tuna, and now this? You just get this fuzzy look in your eyes and drift out into space. One of these days you're going to zone out in front of Munkustrap, and I can't wait to see the look on his face! He's going to think you've-"

"Thanks, Alonzo. I don't know what I'd ever do without you," Mistoffelees interrupted sarcastically. "But I think you might be right about that teleportation thing. The trick would be figuring out what to do..." Mistoffelees was unconsciously starting to get that fuzzy look again, so Alonzo interrupted his train of thought before it could leave the station.

"Well, what do you do to do other kinds of magic?"

"Other kinds of magic? Well, I guess I just concentrate on whatever I want it to do." (There was a simplified explanation if there ever was one.)

"Perfect," Alonzo said. "Concentrate on teleporting. Here, I'll go stand over there (he pointed to a distance about ten feet away) and you teleport over to me. Easy, right?"

Mistoffelees rolled his eyes, but agreed, even though he didn't think it was going to be easy. As Alonzo stepped over to the indicated spot, Mistoffelees closed his eyes and tried hard to think of nothing but being next to Alonzo. He thought he felt something, but when he cracked open one eye, he was still sitting on the oil drum. Frustrated, he started to try harder, when he remembered the point of the dream he had had last night. Macavity said he had to relax and let the magic do the rest. Even though he hated following advice coming from the Hidden Paw, he relaxed and fell into the center of his power. It was there. He didn't need to look for it: the power to transport him wherever he wanted to go was right there, within his grasp. Reaching out, he grasped it, and pictured Alonzo in his mind. Out of nowhere blue-gray smoke enveloped Mistoffelees, making him choke and gasp for air until he realized that the smoke was harmless; his mind only tricked him into thinking it wouldn't be breathable. When the smoke cleared, for some obscure reason Mistoffelees felt taller. He realized why when he looked down and saw that he was sitting on Alonzo's shoulders.

"I have good news and bad news," Alonzo muttered. "The good news is that you have successfully teleported. The bad news is that you are much heavier than you look. Get off me!"

Mistoffelees giggled and hopped down. He was thrilled. Actually, he was elated! He couldn't believe that he had managed to do something he had never thought he would be able to do. With flying, the whole city was within reach, but with teleportation? He could go anywhere in the world, or so he hoped. And this might just be the beginning! What other kinds of cool stuff might he be able to do that he had never even thought about?

Alonzo was really good at ruining dramatic flair. "That was great! Now try again, and this time, don't appear on top of me, okay?" Alonzo jogged back to the oil drum, and waited for his friend to come over, too. Oh well, practice makes perfect, or so they say.

By the time lunch rolled around, practice they had, perfect they had not. Alonzo had made Mistoffelees attempt so many different varieties of teleportation that he was beginning to see blue smoke whether or not he was giving it another go. He had tried going left, going right, around the corner, to the other side of a fence, teleporting into the sky and flying down from there, and even just poofing the smoke and making it look like he had gone somewhere. Alonzo had too much imagination today. Sheesh. At least they had made one improvement. Mistoffelees was able to poof in and out of the smoke much quicker than he had the first time. He didn't even have to wait for it to clear away before he could see. Sometimes he could do it so quickly that the smoke was almost nonexistent. One more advantage to practicing was that he found that to teleport, he needed to have a concrete idea of either a place or a person (for a person, he either needed a close bond with him/her or he had to have known them for quite a while). All the different ways of manipulating his magic had taken quite a toll on Mistoffelees, however.

He was leaning against that same oil drum, panting, and longing passionately for bed. Alonzo vigorously ran over to him, shouting, "That last one was great! I didn't think you were going to make it all the way across the junkyard, but you sure showed me! For the next one, let's try – Mistoffelees, where are you going? We're not done yet!"

Mistoffelees had gotten off the oil drum and was hobbling in the direction of his box. "Alonzo, we're done," he gasped. "Maybe you can keep this up, but I –"

Suddenly, Mistoffelees' knees turned to jelly, and his eyes rolled skyward. Using so much magic had had a profound impact on his available energy. His last thought as he blacked out was, "Alonzo better not try anything funny while I'm asleep."

There you go! Review now, please. And just to promote reviewing, here are review answers!

Jemima-luvah: Okay, you're kinda creeping me out now. You seriously should have called yourself "Macavity-luvah." But don't worry. I'm used to being creeped out. And Macavity certainly plays a big part in this story, so I'm glad you love it!

Krissy: Macavity was in the junkyard because he has to be in visual contact with Mistoffelees to enter his dreams. It gets explained a little better later on (much later, actually).

And just a little shame-less plug on my part: I finally got up the page of fanfic ideas I promised. Go to my website ) and click on "fanfic ideas" in the left column. Enjoy!