"I want to bring this back Mungo," Rumpelteazer confessed, "It doesn't feel right to just take it from them – no matter how wicked they are."
"I know," Mungojerrie nodded, trying to keep hold on all the trinkets in his arms, "But we got to do this."
"We don't even have any information to give Munkustrap and the others," she panicked, "What are we going to do?"
Mungo sighed, "Calm down, and give it time, it's only the first day. We might have some information in a week – if we're lucky. And it depends on how long we spend there a day."
Rumpelteazer looked away, focusing on the gems. Mungo knew that she was contemplating turning around and running away, he was thinking the same thing – it was too dangerous though. Munkustrap told them some wonderful stories the other day about what happens when you betray Macavity's trust – and none of them were pretty. They rounded the junkpile and looked around – the west side was rather deserted. The cats were sleeping no doubt. "Did he say where to bring them?"
"Not that I remember," she muttered, still looking at the jewels, "I suppose that we could see if he's in his box-thing."
"Freezer," She nodded, "Alright, sounds good," Mungo said, walking ahead of Rumpel who stopped to pick up one of the rings she dropped. He knocked on the side and pressed his ear against it, trying to hear any signs of life inside. The door swung open, although there didn't appear to be anyone near the door. He poked his head around the corner, feeling Rumpel brush up against him. Macavity was laying on his bed of pillows, appearing to be in a deep sleep. They began to back up when he opened his eye, staring right at them.
"Well don't stand there with the door opened, you're letting all the flies in," he said, stretching out and sitting up. Mungo took a slight step back before he and Rumpel walked in. Macavity's eyes fell upon the charms in their arms. He didn't smile at them but his eyes seemed to have light up in delight. "I trust that last night went well."
"Well enough," Mungojerrie nodded, "Where did you want us to put these?"
"Oh, just over there," he said, waving at the far corner of his home. "That's where you can put tonight's load when you're done."
"Tonight? We're going out again – and so soon," Rumpel exclaimed, placing the stolen goods in a pile.
"Every night, unless there's a stormy," he said, "It's the rules." The looked back at the two calicos who were staring unconditionally at him, "Hit Victoria Grove again tonight; you can go now."
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer rested in his old television, watching the kittens run around. The lack of sleep from last night was beginning to catch up with them and all they wanted to do more then anything was to simply doze off; they knew that it wouldn't be that easy though. Munkustrap was bound to stop by anytime soon.
"So, how did it go," speak of the devil.
"Went fine enough," Mungojerrie yawned, "He got us to steal some jewels – don't know what for though. Apparently we have to go out every night."
"Every night; that's rather rough," Munkustrap said, sitting outside of the TV. "How do you feel about it?"
Rumpelteazer sighed, "It's hard to say right now. I can't say that I like it though."
"Did anyone tell my mom yet," Mungo asked, "About me joining..."
Munkustrap cringed and shuddered, "Yes, we told her; we got Tugger to break the news to her. At first she thought that he was joking but when she found out that he wasn't she nearly knocked him into submission. You father took it much easier then she did – can't say that he was quite pleased with it, but he didn't throw a fit either."
"Well, that's good," Mungo nodded, "I still feel bad about not telling them myself."
"I'm sure that Tugger wishes that you told them yourself too," Munk said, standing back up. "I best leave you to sleep – is there anything I can get for you?"
Mungo closed his eyes and shook his head as Rumpelteazer perked up, "Now that you mention it there is something that you can get us. We need locks – and lots of them."
A/N: This chapter is so stupidly short it makes me sick; sick to my stomach – Ugh. I have one more chapter in the works – it'll be the last one. Then I can work on my others for a while... hopefully. And while we're talking about hope – like's pray that the play doesn't get screwed up.
Chimmy-Lava – I'm getting out of it – slowly but surely... It's going to be the death of me. Hollah
Mima-Love – I could nag; I much prefer to badger though. Maybe I'll have him find out... that could work Love. I thank you – I big ole pile of snow is on your way
lozzypop – It is horrible... Who knew that she could be so loveable, and she's back in the next chapter. I hoe that Writer's Block never plagues you too Lovey.
You call that a prance? That was not a prance – I see a prince – but no prancing. You need more air under you – like Flying Jim
