A/N: What, does no one like spinoffs? Because it seems like no one reads this. Well, I still like this story, so I'm finishing it, whether you like it or not!

And updates might come less frequently in the near future, as Mystitat still needs to figure out how she's going to get where she wants to go with this story, and not to mention that she finally got a job! But that means Mystitat will have less free time ... but she will have more money! D (Someone out there is saying: what? you mean updates are coming frequently NOW?)

"Well, what're we gonna do?" Madeline mumbled. She, Mark, and Greg were in The Attic after school the next day. Mark had thought it best that they not talk about it or do anything until the three of them had gotten a chance to talk privately. And considering there were rarely any customers in the antique store Greg worked in, they were fairly sure they would have some time to themselves.

"I don't know," Greg answered, staring at his feet. He then looked up at Mark. "Are you sure she has no idea we saw her?" he queried.

"I'm sure. She doesn't know," Mark murmured. Greg – well, Mistoffelees – had transported them back to the junkyard last night before Etcetera had a chance to notice them. They all went home soon after, except Pouncival, who had had to wait for his sister to return, and pretend that he hadn't known she was gone. They were the last ones to leave the 'yard. "She actually kept saying she was playing hide and seek all night with Hannah. If I didn't know, I might have believed her."

"Really?" Madeline suddenly questioned. "She lied well enough for you to believe her!" Mark nodded, echoing Madeline's amazement. They both knew how terrible Sarah usually was at lying. "Wow."

"I know," Mark said. Then his mind turned back to the question at hand. "But ... what about Brandon? I didn't even think there still were Pollicles!"

"There aren't supposed to be," said Greg. "I mean, from everything I've heard from Solomon, the Pollicles were all wiped out by the Hunters. I mean, come on, they're dogs, right? How smart can they be!" He rolled his eyes for emphasis.

"Well, apparently, smart enough to avoid the hunters, and us, too!" Madeline said. "I wonder how many of them there are!"

"Who cares how many of them are out there! We have one to worry about!" Mark said, somewhat annoyed. "And he's dating my sister! That's not right!"

"Well, what are we going to do?" Madeline chimed in. "Get them to break up? I don't think so. It took quite a guy to get Sarah away from Peder, and I don't think she'd break up with him without a pretty darn good reason."

Greg sighed. "You don't think the fact that he's a Pollicle is a pretty good reason?"

"Good point," Madeline said, grimacing. Then she added, "But think about it: she already knows what he is. Apparently, it hasn't stopped her yet."

"So what are we going to do?"

"I don't know."

They all sighed in unison. This was going to be tougher than they'd thought. Suddenly, Mark started snickering. Madeline and Gregory stared. Mark kept on snickering. "What's so funny?" Madeline finally asked when she could hold in her curiosity no longer.

"It's just – I just realized," Mark said through laughs, "That's probably why Sarah was smelling weird last weekend. Brandon must have been rubbing off on her!"

Greg still stared. "Why is that so funny?" he asked.

Mark stopped laughing and looked a little embarrassed. "I don't know. I just thought it was funny."

They sat in silence for another moment. Finally, Madeline asked for the umpteenth time, "Well, what are we going to do?"

"I don't know!" Mark cried in frustration. "Do you think – I don't know – maybe Pollicles have like, a secret weakness or something! Like Superman with kryptonite! Maybe they can't stand – I don't know – cat treats or something!"

Again, Madeline and Greg could only stare. "Mark, you do know Superman's not real, right?"

"You know what I mean!"

"Still!"

"Wait, guys," Madeline interrupted. "What do you think the chances are that the Pollicles have a 'secret weakness'? It's not like they're comic book villains, or something."

Mark shrugged. "It's worth a try. We could ask Solomon!"

"Yeah," Greg agreed. "Hey, we're Jellicle, and there are some weird things about us! Like ... you have bizarre fascination with scratching upholstery!" he accused, smiling.

Madeline glared at her boyfriend. He'd promised never to repeat that. "Greg, you like fluttery things and you know it!" she countered.

"You can't stop staring at your fishtank!"

"You tried to take me on a date to Petsmart!"

"You enjoyed it!"

Mark rolled his eyes. "Guys, the point is, why don't we ask Solomon about Pollicles? Until then, we don't tell anyone what we know. Agreed?"

Everyone agreed. "But wait a minute," Madeline added. "Do you think we could wait until the end of the week or so? I heard that Solomon isn't going to be in the city until this weekend. Something about taking a vacation to England to meet this vicarage friend, or something."

Greg rolled his eyes now. "Isn't that perfect. The one week of the year he goes away, and we find out in the city there's a Pollicle!"

"A Pollicle?" a voice from the vicinity of the door asked. "Did someone say something about a Pollicle?"

The three of them jumped up from behind the store shelves they had been hiding behind to see who had just heard that tidbit of information. Coming through the door were Jack Isaacs and Andie Regan. "What about Pollicles?" Jack repeated. The notorious duo had matching mischievous smiles on their faces.

"Pollicles!" Mark said, trying valiantly to think of something believable. "We were talking about Pollicles ... like ... the Awefull Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles!" He nodded vigorously to Greg and Madeline.

Greg caught on. "Oh ... yeah!" he agreed. "We were just ... trying to figure out who's going to be the Rumpus Cat next year! After all, we're going to need a new one, right?"

Andie grimaced. "Ugh, don't remind me of Earl. He caused enough trouble for one year."

"Agreed," Greg said. He quickly regained his composure and calmly stepped out from behind the shelves. "So, what can I do for you two?" he asked suavely.

Jack smiled wickedly. "Well, we seem to have found ourselves with this gorgeous antique jewelry box, and we have nothing to do with it!"

Mark and Madeline looked on suspiciously, but Greg said, "Well, just bring it on in. I think I'd be able to convince the boss to have a look at it." He was about to turn around, but suddenly turned back and asked, "Actually, does it still have jewels in it?"

Jack smiled ridiculously. "Naw," he said, "We're keeping those. Teazer just couldn't keep her paws off 'em." Andie turned red and promptly slapped him.

Greg rolled his eyes. "Well, all right. But you could get a better price if it actually had jewelry in it. It is a jewelry box, right?"

They laughed over it a bit, exchanged goodbyes, and Andie and Jack left. Mark and Madeline exchanged a look. "Greg?" Madeline finally asked. "Why were Andie and Jack in here?"

Greg looked at her funny. "Why shouldn't they be here?"

Mark got more to the point. "Greg, were they trying to sell stolen stuff?"

Greg, accused (and slightly guilty), rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Hey, they're in here a lot!" he said. "What did you think they did with all the stuff they got?"

A/N: Eponine: Not my fault! Read "In the City."
Sillyph: Sillyph::glomp: Where have you been for so long! Get back on JM!