"What are we to do," Jennyanydots asked, as she knitted, nothing in particular. Jellylorum shook her head, along with Skimbleshanks and Asparagus, all who were currently sitting upon a broken down car. "What with no more kittens in the Junkyard, this place seems too empty."

"I know," Skimbleshanks sighed, nuzzling her. She returned the gesture without missing a stitch, "And we're past the days of having kits of our own."

"And while the kits are grown up, but are still much too young to have kittens of their own," Asparagus stated, rolling over to sun his other side.

"They don't know that though," Jellylorum muttered, "The older kits had Mungojerrie, Mistoffelees and Rumpelteazer to show them how much of a hassle kittens were."

"And what a hassle they were! Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer, always at each other's throats and causing mischief; Mistoffelees trying to stop them from arguing and being a peacemaker. They were always running off and hiding for the sake of it. No wonder why Munkustrap and the others swore celibacy," Skimbleshanks said, rubbing his temples.

"Now they're grown up, and they've grown close," Asparagus added respectfully with a nod to the other side of the Junkyard where Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were in a rather intimate embrace, "How the likes of them ever fell in love I'll never know."

"Who knows, love's not predictable. What we need though are kittens to slow them down; show them what it's like, before they end up getting little ones of their own," Jennyanydots answered, concentrating on her needlework. The four looked up wearily as Rumpel's bashful giggle broke their conversation.

"I'll give them two weeks," Jellylorum sighed disapprovingly, "We need to find some kittens soon."

Mistoffelees slinked away silently from his hideout underneath the car. Kittens; where were they going to find kittens? It's not like they just appeared out of thin air! Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were busy enough with each other; he didn't want them to have to take care of their own kittens too. That was just too much; they already spent less time together since they began going out. 'My fault for wanting them to be friendlier towards each other,' he thought bitterly.

"What's got you down Tux? Lost your spats?" Misto looked up and saw The Rum Tum Tugger watching him, Bombalurina under his arm.

"No," he said quietly.

"You just seem so... aloof. What's on your mind?" Rumpelteazer's giggle broke the air once again and Misto cringed sadly. Tugger nodded, "They're spending some quality time together aren't they Tux."

"Yep, they are... again," he sighed, ears against his head.

"Well, we aren't doing anything," Bombalurina said, nuzzling him gently, "Want to do something with us?"

"Sure," he said brightly, "I've been practicing my magic. Want to see it?"

"Hell yeah," Tugger said, sitting down on a mop head, Bombalurina on his lap, "Dazzle us Maestro."

Misto smiled proudly, he cracked his paws and gave them a shake. "This is a little something that I perfected just last week," he noted, the two nodding. He sent blue sparks flying at a muddy area, a small patch of flower instantly springing up from there. He gathered them in one paw and handed them to Bombalurina with a bow. The two of them applauded as he readied himself for the next trick. He turned an old tin can purple, disengaged on old apple core, and set off small fireworks in the sky.

"You're awesome at this Tux," Tugger said, clapping loudly, "You're really coming along."

Misto beamed and his nose twitched in delight, "Thanks, I-" Misto was cut short as he tripped over a hammer, sending him to the ground and white lightning from his paws. The two yelped with shock as he looked up, "I didn't hit you did I?"

"Nah," Tugger said confidently but still a little shakily, "Just some old hat." He gave the hat a swiftkick, sending it rolling into the side of a discarded chair.

"Ow."

The three looked around, not recognizing the injured voice. Bombalurina was about to open her mouth to speak when they heard a rustle. Their heads turned sharply and watched as the hat, which Tugger kicked merely seconds ago, twitched and shook. Tugger and Bombalurina dove behind the small magician; Tugger holding onto Misto's shoulders, "Tux... what did you do to that hat?"

"I don't know," he confessed quietly, watching the hat with great interest. The hat fell over and a young white queen tumbled out of it. The three stepped back, of all things to come out they did not expect for it to be a kitten. They were about to take a closer look at the kitten, who appeared to be unconscious, when another kitten rolled out; a tortoiseshell queen, flowed by a tabby queen, a dark queen with a light chest, two brown patched toms and a final white and grey tom; all of which were in a pile a few feet from the hat. Mistoffelees padded over to the hat and nudged in. After a moment of the hat sitting there, like any normal hat would, he put his head in it, "Where in the world did they come from?"

"Um... Tux," Tugger said, he and Bombalurina looking down at the multi-colored heap of fur, "You just produced," he paused as he counted, "seven kittens right out of a hat. I think that we should go get Jennyanydots. We can worry about the mystery of that hat later."

A/N: Boredom makes me do horrible things... like putting this up before it's all finished. Well, I suppose that that's not as bad as it could be – especially if you liked this. I have more free time on my hands then I can stand to have... And my brother's leaving next week so I'll have even more.