Victor
Wooble ooble! Last chapter! Ooble!
This is based on the fact that TantomileForever reminded me that Victor is in some productions, so here is my compromise!
Victor: (current generation, but Jemima & Victoria are maybe 17 human years)
Victor ran through the junkyard, desperately running away from Jenny. "Help me! Jenny's out for my blood! Help!" He darted down an alley, right into Jemima's chest. "Oof! Oh man! Look at the view!" Jemima smacked him, hard. "Don't be so filthy! Jenny is maaad! And I'm gonna bring you to her!" "Jemi! Plz! Help a dude out!" Jemi grabbed his ear and dragged him round many corners, listening with satisfaction to his cries of pain. "Oh Jenny! Look who I found!" Jenny looked up from her sewing. "Jemima! You're a star!" She paused. "How do you propose we deal with him? You got him" "I think we should ban him from attending the ball this year. He made some extremely inappropriate comments when I found him. Comments about-" she coughed. "The 'view'"
It was the night of the ball, and Victor was shut up in Jenny's den. She was singing her song, so he thought it might be safe to sneak out and have a peek at the ball. He caught a sly glance at Jemima. She was really pretty, he now realised. He thought about asking her to go and get a bowl of milk from the hotel nearby. Maybe they could- "Busy, are we?" He jumped a mile. He turned around to see Jemima towering over him. "You're not meant to be out! You'll be locked away from the ball for years!" She turned away, swishing her hips. He stared after her, then found his voice again. He cleared his throat, and then started. "Uhh….. Jemima!" She turned around and arched an eyebrow. "I'm washing my hair. Every single night." She hissed.