AN: I would like to apologize for the shortness of the last chapter; there is a reason behind it. I forgot to add the last part of it – which was stored on my disc. It's there now, though.

"There is nothing to do today," Plato complained. Mistoffelees and Victoria nodded in agreement. It was must have been the first real hot day of the year... and it was taking its toll on them.

"We have to do something," Victoria whined, "It's boring to just lay here."

"I know it is," Misto sighed, rolling over to his other side, "Want to visit the kittens?"

"Too hot," Plato commented, "and they're too energetic."

"What can we do then," Victoria asked. She rolled over quickly, standing up.

"Vick, what's wrong," Plato asked, seeing the bewildered look on her face.

"Shh," she hissed. The two toms looked between each other, trying to think of what was bothering her when a sound caught their attention. It wasn't a strong sound, it sounded kind of like the wind when a fierce storm blew. Misto closed his eyes, straining his ear to pick up the sound again. He turned around, it sounded like it came from behind him but it the area was empty.

"Guys..." Victoria said warily.

"I know," Plato said.

"RIVARI!"

The three looked up, seeing a rather ominous figure fall from the sky. Victoria let out a shrill yell, diving behind Misto with Plato in tow. The two cowered behind him, as the cat landed with a thud. He slowly stood up, his head blocking the sun. He turned around to face them, his red eyes blazing against his black fur and smiled, showing off a set of amazing teeth, causing Victoria to scream again.

"Relax," Misto told her, "It's only Rumpus Cat."

"Rumpus Cat," Plato asked as Misto walked over to greet the tom.

"Yeah," Misto nodded as he extended a paw to the older cat, who graced it with his own, "He's one of the Tribe protectors. Watches out for Pekes, Pollicles, Pugs, and Poms... The like."

"Hello, Mr. Rumpus," Victoria greeted timidly. He looked over at her and gave a nod. "He doesn't say much, does he?"

"He rarely does," Misto explained simply. "Usually warning calls but not much more aside from that."

"Was that what he yelled when he... jumped," Plato asked, approaching Rumpus Cat.

"Yeah, I suppose you could call that a warning call," Misto nodded as he scrunched up his face. "So what brings you around here, Rumpus?"

"The kittens are bored," he said in a deep voice, "Care to help?"

"Help," Victoria asked as she walked up, "Help with what?"

Misto nodded, ignoring Victoria's questions, "Yes, we'll help."

"Hello, Victoria," Rumpelteazer greeted as she put down Electra, "What brings you here?"

"Oh, nothing," she said casually, "Just came to stop by. Fine weather don't you think?"

Rumpel arched an eyebrow, looking at Victoria suspiciously, "Yeah, it's quite hot out."

Victoria shifted uneasily under Rumpel's gaze, "Too bad there's no way to, you know, get cool; not even a cloud in the sky."

Rumpel took a step back, and began scanning the area, "No... There isn't," she said slowly.

"It's a shame," Victoria sighed, "No chance of rain. No chance to, I don't know... cool down?"

"Jerrie," Rumpel called out, "Rumpus!"

Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer both ran for cover as the kittens looked around curiously. Victoria being yelling 'abort', as the plan was to get the two calicos but it was hopeless. The water balloons were already thrown. Victoria's ears flattened against her head as the kits yelled, screamed, hissed and laughed while darting around the balloons, trying not to get soaked. They weren't very successful, but they seemed to be having fun.

"How did you know," Victoria asked as Mungo and Rumpel came out from their hiding spots. The kittens began to shake themselves out and groom down the fur, while laughing at how each other looked while wet.

"Oh, Honey, please," Rumpelteazer cooed as she clamped Victoria's shoulder, "Don't tell me that you think that this is the first time Rumpus cat gathered some 'helpers' to water bomb the kit-sitters."

"They always hide one junk pile over and stay close to the top. Twelve water balloons – no more, no less. Someone must go and engaged one of the sitters in conversation while the others get set up," Mungo recited as he listed off all of the points, "And, 'cool down' is always the signal given by said converser."

"Ah, cool," Pouncival exclaimed, "The ground's muddy."

"So, he had you two do this a few times," she guessed.

"Every time," Mungo grinned lopsidedly. "There was this one time when we didn't hit the kit-sitters with the first eleven balloons so he sent one of us to sneak up behind them and..." Mungo turned around sharply, finding Plato standing behind him, innocently holding a water balloon.

"Uh... Hello, Mungo. I was just passing by and-"

"Nice try," Mungo said, cutting him off. He extracted a claw and popped the balloon, the water spilling out on to the ground. "You have to be a bit smarter to get me," He boasted before being hit on the side of his face by a ball of mud. Victoria and the others jumped back out of shock and Mungo wiped it off.

"Wahoo, I got him," Pouncival cried, punching the air as the other kittens laughed and clapped. Rumpelteazer looked at Mungojerrie, her paws over her mouth, and tried to stifle a laugh. He looked at her, half his face still brown for them mud, and she broke down in to a fit of giggles. He bent down and scooped up some of the mud as her eyes grew wide.

"Don't you dare," she warned before he flung, hitting her in the shoulder.

"My paw slipped," he grinned.

"Oh, yeah," Rumpelteazer dared, before lunging herself at him. The kittens looked between each other for a moment before cheering and joining in, tackling Rumpelteazer and pinning the two to the ground. Plato and Victoria took several steps back, as not to get hit with the mud or pulled in to the fray.

Victoria looked behind her, seeing a dumbstruck Mistoffelees and Rumpus Cat, "Is this supposed to happen?"

"Never did before," Misto said, shaking his head.

"Should we... should we do something," Victoria asked, looking at the three toms for an answer.

"Sweet, Everlasting Cat; what is the meaning of this?" All heads turned, seeing a rather aghast looking Jennyanydots. The faces of those in the mud fell as a grin broke out on Mistoffelees' and Rumpus' face.

"Grab a seat and enjoy the show."

A/N: Summer is here. I passed all my courses – including Biology. On to grade twelve now; scary thought. And it's exactly two weeks until my Birthday. As it turns out, there was no fire at the school. It was a reaction to the sprinkler system being refilled – three different times. And I copped out, didn't post the Jellicle Ball. I'll do it next year; maybe.

Tiger Lily21 – My fingers are still crossed

Xmutedx – Thank you, Darling.

So you're driving down the road, and some jerk off is in your lane, coming straight at you and he's going to kill you. What do you do?
Flip him off
Yes... but that won't save your life