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Note: As the summary says, this is not to be taken seriously, as it is simply written to amuse the Authoress's younger sister and to get said Authoress's mind off a stupid thing called 'Algebra Homework'.

Munkustrap's Bad Day

From the moment he woke up on Thursday the Twenty-Ninth of October, Munkustrap had felt…different. Trying to ignore this strange feeling, he rolled over and pretended to be asleep. "Munkustrap must be sick to-day," thought Demeter to herself. "He's usually one of the first up, after all." She shrugged and slid lithely out of the dilapidated old car that they slept in.

Sick? Oh no. Munkustrap wasn't sick, not at all. Actually, technically speaking he was- his mind had turned to the sickness of EVIL! "What?" you the reader ask. "Munkustrap is evil? No way!" But it was true. Oh yes. Something about this fateful Thursday- perhaps it was something in the air- had turned Munkustrap into a possessed, wicked, psycho-maniac. Now, why does that sound so EERILY familiar? Who do we know who's a possessed, wicked, psycho-maniac?

Realising why he felt so different, Munkustrap climbed out of bed and peered evilly out of the busted-up car windows. When he was sure no-one at all was watching, he climbed out of the back of the car and set off to find the wickedest, most possessed, psycho-est maniac any Jellicle could imagine!

Now whoever could that be? (At this point the Authoress pauses to roll her eyes sarcastically.)

Munkustrap was vaguely aware of where Macavity's lair was, and so he set off through the streets of London to find the place. As he did so, his newly evil mind was already devising psychotic schemes that would scare any self-respecting person out of their wits. Finally, after much toil and labouring, Munkustrap found a dirt-encrusted door labeled: Macavity's Lair. Knock if you want to die.

(Naturally, this message was, of course, inscribed upon the surface in Evilspeak Runes, the knowledge of which had been newly implanted into Munkustrap's mind. All the good villains knew Evilspeak Runes, after all. Duh.)

Shall we continue with our story? I think we shall. Well, Munkustrap was brave in an evil, rogueish sort of way, so he knocked on the door, which- did I mention this yet?- was oozing chartreuse slime out of the knotholes and cracks which it sported in various places.

He waited.

He waited.

He waited.

Finally, a burly, tough-looking cat, who happened to have ragged fur and several teeth missing(not that there's anything wrong with that, of course!), opened the door a crack. His gleaming yellow eyes widened. "Boss!" he screeched, turning. "It's th' yuppie scum from th' Jellicle tribe- Munkything, or whatever yer call 'im!"

Immediately Macavity was face-to-face with Munkustrap. "What do you want, little brother?" he growled, exposing yellowed fangs as he did so. Munkustrap did not flinch in the least.

"Good day, elder brother. Would you care to take over the world with me?" Macavity's jaw dropped in surprise and he grinned. But, then, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"You're kidding, aren't you?"

Munkustrap shook his silver-furred head vigorously. "Nope. I've decided to devote my life to crime. Will you help me?"

Macavity stopped for a moment to read Munkustrap's mind. When he finished, and realised this wasn't a cleverly devised ploy against him, his face broke into a maniacal grin. "Sure!" he replied. Munkustrap's spirits rose. Then Macavity added, "But, first- you have to prove that you're evil enough to be my homey."

"Huh?"

"You must cat-nap a member of the Jellicle tribe, then bring them to me, so I may kill them in bloody, gruesome, and sadistic ways!" Macavity explained, his grin widening. "How about…Demeter! Yes." Munkustrap looked hesitant. "Okay, okay, fine. You can choose who you wanna cat-nap and lead to their brutal and torturous death."

"Ummm…" Munkustrap thought aloud, trying to think of someone whom he didn't like very much. "Er, how about Admetus?" (He didn't even know Admetus.) Macavity pulled a face.

"How about Mungojerrie?" he suggested.

"Oh, ok." Replied Munkus. After all- now that he was evil, Mungojerrie seemed like such a poser.

So, humming a dark tune that went "dun dun dun, dun dun dun, dun dun dun" the brothers set off for…(drumroll) the Jellicle Junkyard, laughing insanely all the way. As they did this, they also planned out a heinous plot to kidnap Mungojerrie. But, of course, they spoke in Evilspeak, so nobody could understand them.

Actually, this 'heinous plot' was eerily similar to Macavity's previous ones: Run in, laugh insanely until they get scared, grab your cat-nap-ee, and get outta there. But regardless of whether the plan was honestly cleverly devised or if any dolt could have thought it up, Macavity and Munkustrap had a plan, and in their ninds that was all that mattered.

They were extremely confident in this plan!

Sort of.

So Munkustrap waited at the gate of the Jellicle Junkyard for a moment, but he drowned his fears and regrets with the reassurance that, as soon as he kidnapped Mungojerrie, his plan for world denomination would be put into action! (dundundun, dundundun, dundundun.) Thus, Munkustrap strode (nearly) fearlessly forth and proceeded to cat-nap Mungojerrie.

In short, it didn't go as neatly as planned.

"Oh, 'ello, Munkus!" said Mungojerrie, smiling genially. "An' where're ye off to te-day?" Munkustrap did not answer, merely grinning wickedly. This subsequently caused Mungojerrie to laugh, because he thought it meant that Munkustrap wanted him to inspect his teeth. "The dentist?"

Munkustrap, again, refrained from answering, and instead attempted to lunge at Mungojerrie. Notice we say 'attempted', because instead of actually succeeding in this lunging business, Munkus tripped over a spork and fell flat on his furry face. However, he regained his balance and lunged at Mungojerrie again. (Through all this Macavity was lying in wait outside the 'yard.) Munkustrap managed to grab Mungo by the tail and was dragging him (rather painfully, we might mention) towards the spot where Macavity was hiding.

"Now, Munkus, if ye wanted ter play tag, couldn' ye jus' say so?"

-end chapter-

A/N: As I mentioned before, 'tis not to be taken seriously. Your brain may turn into a slice of swiss cheese if you think this is meant to be serious. XD Ah well. Review if you may, flame if you must. Flames will be used to burn my school down, whereas for constructive criticism- always welcome, it is!

Le gra go deo,

Eponine