"Come on, I want to help," Tumblebrutus pestered, following Munkustrap around the oven, "You said that there was a lot to be done; that you needed all the help you could get... Why can't I help?"

"You're too little."

"Demeter's letting Electra help her," Tumblebrutus pointed out, stepping in front of Munkustrap. "What's so hard that I can'tdo but Electra can?"

"It's-"

"I'll stay out of the way, I promise."

"Tumble, you-"

"And I won't cause any mischief; I'm not Pouncival you know."

"I know you're-"

"Please, Munk!"

"If you stop interrupting me, I'll let you come," Munkustrap said finally, gripping on to the younger tom's shoulders.

Tumblebrutus smiled, "I knew you'd see it my way. Now, let's get going, while there's still light."

Munkustrap watched in disbelief as the patched tom marched outside, wondering if Tumble knew that he'd get his way by interrupting him constantly. He climbed out, standing behind him, "We'll have to tell Rumpelteazer and Mungojerrie that you aren't coming though."

"Alright," he sighed, turning around to head towards the kitten area, "It's embarrassing that I have to get babysat everyday. I'm not a kitten."

"You're still immature," Munk pointed out, "Here you are whining." They turned the corner, ending up in the kitten area, empty save for Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer who were talking on a cushion not too far away from them.

"I never want to have kittens, Mungo."

"Don't say that, Tea; we'll have kittens – and then get Etcetera and them to watch them," he told her with a grin.

Rumpelteazer laughed, resting her head on his shoulder, "In that case let's have a million."

Mungojerrie looked up, seeing Munkustrap and Tumble approaching them, "Just when I thought that we were going to have a day off."

"What do you mean?"

"All the other kittens are helping out with setting up for the ball," Rumpelteazer said, "Brute, being your 'son' – we figured that he'd definitely be working. Apparently, we were wrong."

"No, you're not," Tumble said with a smug grin, "We're just here to tell you that I do get to help out."

"Wonderful," the two calicos smiled, "We may stop by later, lend a paw and all."

"Of course," Munkustrap nodded, leading Tumblebrutus to the site for the Ball. The other kittens with their guardians were already there, talking among themselves. "What's with all the standing around? Why isn't anything being done?"

"We were waiting for directions," Admetus said, seeing the two enter the area.

"Who's in charge?"

"You are – genius."

"...Oh," Munkustrap said after a pause, feeling rather warm, "Very well. Let's have the kittens, Exotica and Demeter clear up the area. Put any of the fallen junk into the two piles on the side. I want Admetus, Coricopat, Alonzo and Tugger to move that bed frame out of the way, Tantomile- make sure that the don't hit anyone with it. Bombalurina, Cassandra and Mistoffelees – I want you to make sure that the pathways were are cleared and that the Tire is clean," Munkustrap delegated, "And I'll be helping you three, so let's get to work." Munkustrap watched as they broke up into their groups – the kittens were very excited to help. 'Thanks to Tugger's story,' he told himself. He set down the path he took with Tumble to look it over.

"Munkustrap," he gave a small jump and turned to see a rather nervous Mistoffelees standing behind him.

"I didn't even hear you coming," he gasped, "Is there anything wrong?"

Misto opened his mouth to speak but was having trouble forming the words. He ran a paw through his head fur and nodded, "Yeah... can I – can I talk to you?"

"Sure," Munkustrap said sitting down on a piece of wood that was in the middle of the path, noting that he'd have to move it. "What's wrong?"

"Well it's just that..." he began, "Let's say that there was this cat – two cats. And they lived – they were alive and they did stuff – you know stuff, right? Well they'd do things and they'd have fun and they'd talk. What would you do?"

Munkustrap stared at the young tom incredulously, "I know that you like to be vague from time to time but this is pushing it. I need some more information – and a problem."

Mistoffelees took a deep breath, "The other day me and Victoria were talking. She told me how she had a dream where I kissed her; then, she said that she wouldn't mind it if I were to kiss her. I don't know what to do."

"That's better," Munk said, scrunching up his face as he thought. "It's not an easy thing..."

"That's why I came to you; Old Deuteronomy told us to if we had a problem."

"The others came me with small problem like: they misplaced their toy or they never get picked as 'goose' in Duck-Duck-Goose. Yours is much different. How do you feel about her?"

"Victoria? I like her... I just don't know if I like her in that way. I mean, she's my friend."

Munkustrap nodded, "I know what you mean. Well... I was going to suggest building a friendship with her first but, you have that already. So... I suppose that you just have to do what you want to. I mean, if you want to try it out with her, it's not like it's set in stone that if it fails, you two can't go back to being friends."

"You think?"

"If you want to," he nodded, "She's helping clear the area right now if you want to talk to her about it."

"So you won't mind us skipping out on cleaning," Misto asked, standing up to walk off.

"I'll get you if you're needed," he said, waving him off. Mistoffelees smiled, running off. "I didn't do half bad," he murmured to himself. Standing up, he took a step – intending on pushing the wicker basket out of the way when he fell. "Oh right," he said, looking behind him, "The wood."

" Victoria, I need to talk to you," Misto said hurriedly, as the white queen gathered some cloths from the ground.

"Um.. Okay," she smiled, walking towards a nearby pile to drop off her load, "What about?"

"The thing we talked about," he said in a hushed voice. She cocked her head to a side, "The dream."

She looked taken aback, "What dream?"

"The one we 'forgot'," he said as she smiled slightly, "Where I..." He placed a small kiss on her lips, "did that."

"Oh," she said quietly, "I nearly forgot."

A/N: Okay, one day until Exams. I wanted to get the out of the way so I can 'concentrate' on studding the rest of the week. And of all things it's the hardest one first. Not much more to report; did the "Dry-Lad" CD version of the Frog dissection the other day, had some gorgeous days, hit some writer's block that I can't seem to get rid of… Oh, I'm in another production, for the Canso Causeway's 50th Anniversary. Now, that's everything

Tiger Lily21 – You've been updating like a mad woman. Sorry for not reviewing, been busy. I did read it and I did love it though.

Mystitat – You're welcome… I thought I got them all out; evidently, I missed one.

Mima-Love – S'alright that you missed one. The world didn't stop. And, like you said, you got to read a bit at once. Just, try not to do it again, Honey.

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