Aha! The long-awaited chapterhas finally arrived. I'm sorry it took so long...But now, like those cheesy TV shows...
THIS WEEK'S EPISODE INCLUDES: Bustopher Jones arrives, the Rumpus Cat encounters a new foe, Pouncival pounces, Tumblebrutus tumbles, and, for the first time in history, you get to see what's going on INSIDE the torture chamber!
I still don't own it, and my toaster broke.
Pouncival and Tumblebrutus pounced and tumbled in the third cellar of the opera house, hardly obeying the Rumpus Cat's orders to find Munkustrap. Pouncival pounced upon a rat, Tumblebrutus tumbled around in pursuit of another, and two of the numerous rats ran away in fear. In fact, there were a lot of rats. There were grey rats and white rats and black rats and a few mixes of the three as well. It was like a chocolate factory of rats, and there was no Willy Wonka in control. (A/N: Couldn't resist. Again.)
Tumblebrutus tumbled backwards against the wall, knocking open one of Erik's secret doors. He continued to tumble, leaving Pouncival alone with more rats than he could eat.
The Rumpus Cat, who had given up on Pouncival and Tumblebrutus—with good reason, of course—stood in the fourth cellar, his flame-red eyes searching the darkness. Pacing back and fourth, he heaved an unhappy sigh.
A maniacal chuckle chuckled in his ear, extra-scary-ish, and it went kind of like "Hahahahahahahagrapeha!" Monsieur Rumpus Cat (A/N: Whee! Frenchiness!) wheeled around, masking his fear, to see a tall creature with its form hidden beneath a long coat and small felt hat. As all cats do when they stumble upon a coat of some sort, he stepped forward and began to shed his "wretched" fur all over it (A/N: Sorry, Masque…) and sharpen his claws on the sleeve. With a strangled cry of disgust, the creature stepped back, the coat falling to the ground and the hat revealing the creature's face.
A sinister smile crept across the Rumpus Cat's face. For, standing in front of him, a Peke was—of course—huffery-snufferying.
The great Rumpus Cat looked up at the snarling dog, and, with his smile widening further, tried his old look-to-the-sky-and-give-a-great-leap routine. One problem, however; this dog was living in the late 1800's, so it was not quite aware of the happenings of the next century and, therefore, did not perform the scatter-like-sheep trick. Instead, it just snarled some more and huffery-snufferied. This Peke had been half-eaten by radioactive cockroaches, but due to the radioactivity, it became a mutant dog and its missing half was regenerated. As spiffy as all of this is, it provided a bit of a disadvantage for the Rumpus Cat.
No wonder Nadir said the creature was far worse than anything else in the cellars of the opera house…
Bustopher Jones leaned back against the stone wall happily, his white spats shining in the candlelight. The few remains of what had been Erik's refrigerator—his REAL refrigerator—were scattered across his sizeable stomach and the floor surrounding him. Sure, the food was a bit stale, but it was better than the mangy rats in the third cellar. Seeing as all of the food in the refrigerator was, indeed, cold (even though Erik hadn't paid his electric bills in years), Bustopher dragged himself to the only warm "food" in the house that might taste good: the light bulb hanging above the torture chamber.
Although he had a bit of an unpleasant taste in his mouth and he scuffed his spats in his frenzied rush to the sink (where else would Erik wash his vegetables?), there was a thankful response from inside the torture chamber…Mostly, anyways. The only problem, however, seeing as Erik is NOT A VAMPIRE, he was terrified of the dark, and screeched so loud he broke every mirror.
Yes, the "Music of the Night" was a lie.
Mistoffelees looked to Munkustrap, who was currently shaking his head in a useless effort to return hearing to his ears. Electra, Etcetera, and Victoria had recently woken up and were chattering endlessly about their beloved Tugger. Erik was running in circles, his hands clamped tightly over his eyes. He nearly tripped over Tumblebrutus and screeched again in undeniable fear, running faster and faster until he hit one of the broken mirrors and fell to the floor.
When Erik opened his eyes, Mistoffelees had climbed onto his chest and was staring down at him with his big, shiny, sparkly, beautiful, spiffy, adorable green eyes. He shrieked again, pushing the poor little tuxedo cat off and backing up against the wall. Etcetera bounced over happily, burying her face in his cape/cloak. He shrieked AGAIN, pulling away. Mistoffelees, who was currently fighting a terrible headache and had grown irritated with Erik's shrieking, performed one of the simplest magic tricks known to cats.
A squeal of glee came from Erik's throat as he clapped his hands happily. Light came from directly overhead, meaning he had no more reason to scream. Mistoffelees smirked happily, thankful for his success.
It was then, of course, when Erik realized that the magical cat had set his hair on fire.
I couldn't resist with the vampire thing. I'm rather proud of this chapter, meaning that, of course, everyone will hate it.
