A/N: I feel this story needs a lot of updates in a short amount of time so here's chapter 2! And there's no need for a disclaimer on this story because the characters are obviously not mine, but the plot is. So anyway, enjoy, and review!

"Oh my god," said Mrs. Jefferson. "You're out of your mind Maureen Johnson, out of your mind. Those clothes are absolutely atrocious. Did you two even consider that you're an hour late? The food is getting cold. And, what is that terrible smell?"

"Mother, please. Not tonight. Let's just start over. Mom, I'm sure you remember Maureen."

"Yes. I'm afraid I do," stated Mrs. Jefferson.

"How do you do Mrs. Jefferson?" Maureen asked politely.

"Not very well since I saw the state your in," she replied.

Maureen held out her hand expecting Mrs. Jefferson to shake it. She didn't.

"Well Joanne, wouldn't want to leave you out in the cold would we?" said Mrs. Jefferson. "Please, come in, come in." Joanne walked in, and Mrs. Jefferson shut the door in Maureen's face. Joanne walked back out.

"Come on Maureen," she said while grabbing her hand to pull her inside.

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"Kitten!" exclaimed Mr. Jefferson. "Your home! Oh and I remember this lovely lady! How are you Maureen?"

"I'm fine, thanks Mr. Jefferson," she replied. Mr. Jefferson stared at her awhile before they shook hands.

"I say," said Mr. Jefferson. "What is that horrible smell?"

"Let's just walk into the dining room shall we?" asked Joanne.

They walked into the dining room to the wonderful smell of baked ziti and warm mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables.

"Mm, smells delicious darling," said Mr. Jefferson.

"Yes, it really does mom. My favorite meal!" said Joanne.

"I'm glad you two like it," said Mrs. Jefferson.

Maureen made a gagging noise.

"Maureen, are you feeling a tad bit sick?" asked Mrs. Jefferson.

"Oh, no, I just don't favor the smell of your atrocious food," mimicked Maureen.

Mrs. Jefferson decided to ignore the comment, and they all sat down at the table.

"Maureen, you are our honored guest tonight. Would you like to have the pleasure of saying grace?" asked Mr. Jefferson.

"Um, sure. Grace," said Maureen. The Jeffersons all laughed.

"Oh no darling, grace is the prayer we say before we eat a meal," said Mr. Jefferson. Mrs. Jefferson smiled maliciously.

"Oh, I've never said grace before. I really don't know how to do it," said Maureen.

"It's quite easy Maureen. Go on, you are our honored guest after all," said Mrs. Jefferson. Then she smiled the creepy smile she always gives Maureen before something embarrassing happens.

"Um alright, but only because you insist Mrs. Jefferson," smiled Maureen. Oh, she would say grace alright. "Yo, god. Thanks for making Adam fuck Eve so we could be alive."

Everyone gasped.

"Was that good?" asked Maureen smiling. "I actually am feeling a little sick right now, I'm just going to head out to the car for a minute."

"Maureen…" began Joanne.

"I'll be back in a second pookie," said Maureen. Mrs. Jefferson cringed. She always hated when Maureen called her daughter pookie.

Maureen ran out to the car for the second phase of her plan. She just hoped it would work.

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Maureen opened the trunk of Joanne's car. There was the cat flies all around it, and miraculously, still alive. There was no bloodshed. In fact, Maureen didn't even think it was hurt too much. Maureen carefully lifted the cat out of the trunk, and softly talked to it.

"Okay, I need you to go in there, and cause chaos," she said to him. "If you do, I'll keep you, and name you Mittens." Mittens purred.

"That's what I like to hear," said Maureen.

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"I'm back!" said Maureen with the cat behind her back. "I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I do apologize to you especially Mrs. Jefferson. I told you I've never said grace before," she grinned. Mrs. Jefferson acted like she heard nothing. Mr. Jefferson laughed silently.

"So Joanne, I hear your working on a new case. The Merchet? How is that going?" asked Mrs. Jefferson.

"Oh, it's…" started Joanne. But she was interrupted by a loud mew. "What was that?" asked Joanne. Maureen let out a loud burp.

"Sorry, my bad. My burps come out sorta funny sometimes," said Maureen.

"Well, aren't you going to say excuse me?" asked Mrs. Jefferson.

"You're excused," said Maureen. Mr. Jefferson snorted in his mashed potatoes.

At that moment there was another mew, and hissing sound.

"What in god's…" but Mrs. Jefferson didn't have time to finish her sentence before the road kill, smelly cat Mittens, took off down the long table. His muddy footprints got in every inch of food that was on the table.

"Ahh!" screamed Mrs. Jefferson. Now it was Maureen's turn to snort into her mashed potatoes.

The cat ran all around the table for a while, Mrs. Jefferson shrieking as it did so, and finally stopped and ran out the door.

"I knew that cat was lucky," whispered Maureen.

At this point everyone had mashed potatoes and ziti on their clothing. Mrs. Jefferson was furious.

"My new sweater! It's absolutely ruined!" she started to cry.

"Oh it's alright sweetie," coaxed Mr. Jefferson. "We can buy you a new sweater. It's not like that cat did this on purpose."

Mrs. Jefferson slowly turned to Maureen and stared at her for a long time.Maureen had an innocent expression on her face. After awhile Mrs. Jefferson said,

"Oh, I think it did."

A/N: I hope this was another long one! Review please!