Waving a black paw in Munkustrap's face, Macavity frowned skeptically. "You're quite certain he isn't active?"

"Solid as-well, a rock!" Mungojerrie assured him.

"Hmm..." Macavity's ruby red eyes looked into the stone-cold (pun intended) eyes of his usual adversary, and without another word, flew off into the next section of the Yard.

Puzzled, the twins exchanged glances, before they flinched at an explosion coming from the direction he went.

"HEY, MUNKUSTRAP!" Macavity hollered, his head poking up from the tall pile. "I'm blowing up your precious Yard! What are you going to do about it?!"

Nothing, of course. Munkustrap had been turned to stone, and couldn't do anything.

Laughing evilly, Macavity leaped around, blowing up other sections of the Yard, forcing various Jellicles to flee from their dens.

Returning to the section Munkustrap was located in, Macavity stared at him for a few more moments before bounding off somewhere else.

"Sir-" Mungojerrie spoke up.

A feminine scream sounded from clear over the other side of the Yard. Macavity had come back with Munkustrap's mate (and his ex-mate), Demeter, in his clutches.

"Do you mind?!" the calico queen protested. "I was in the middle of a manicure!"

"Hey, Munk-y! I have your precious goddess in my possession! Are you just going to stand there?!" he laughed mockingly.

Of course Munkustrap was just going to stand there; he was a statue.

Scowling, Macavity dropped Demeter, the small cat's fall broken by a soft pillow.

"Great," Demeter frowned at her chipped claw. "This will take me hours to fix, I'm sure."

When Macavity returned, he had a black marker in his paw.

Mungojerrie was about to say something, but Rumpleteazer shook her head.

Sticking his tongue in concentration, Macavity took the time to draw a small, neat mustache under Munkustrap's nose, followed by a large pair of glasses. "Ha! I have successfully defiled your face! How do you like that?!"

Munkustrap still couldn't respond, but if he were conscious and had any idea of what was going on, he probably wouldn't have liked that very much.

"GAH!" Macavity found a jester's hat and threw it over Munkustrap's head. "HOW DO YOU-" then a fluffy pink princess cape on his back, "-LIKE THAT?!"

No response.

"COME ON! ANSWER ME!"

For an evil genius, one would think it would register to him that Munkustrap could do nothing but just remain where he was.

"I go off the face of the earth for four months and you-you don't do anything about it? You don't-you don't just-you don't even talk to me anymore! You-you don't even acknowledge I'm there!" Throwing his arm around him and crying pathetically, he wailed "ANSWER ME!"

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer looked over at Demeter, who simply shrugged. Who knew what was going on in the mind of that walking madhouse?

At the sight of their boss sobbing and kneeling on the ground, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer felt they could do nothing except just back away slowly.

A/N

Yeah, so, this was supposed to be a chapter where Macavity takes advantage of Munkustrap's state to terrorise the yard, but...I have no idea what this turned into. XD