A/N- Okay, I know I've spelt Greystripe with an 'e', but that's the English spelling and I'm English, so that's how I spell it. Oh, and please review!

Disclaimer- I don't own nothing me. Not warriors, nor Bob the Builder, nor Grease.


Greystripe's Lesson

"Hello, Greystripe." Millie grinned. She was sort of looking forwards to this lesson. Partly because it meant some time alone with Greystripe, but also partly because this actually looked like it was going to be a relatively sensible lesson. Stormfur the Thunderclan mechanic had fixed the monster expertly. It was almost as good as new. Of course, the downside was that the whole clan had been forced to listen to the Bob The Builder theme tune for the entire time he was working on it. By the end of it, everyone, from Firestar down to the current kits, were sick of hearing, 'Can he fix it?' and Stormfur yelling in reply,

"Yes he can!"

Greystripe and Millie walked over to the monster. Millie had left her clipboard back in camp, she wouldn't need it, she had reasoned, Greystripe knew all the theory and he was a mature and sensible cat. That was why Millie liked him.

Greystripe got into the monster, fastened his seatbelt, then waited until Millie was ready. When she was fastened in and comfortable, Greystripe began the engine and drove out into the forest.

A couple of minutes into the drive, Millie realized something was wrong. Greystripe had rolled down the window to let some fresh air in, but he was now resting one arm on it, driving with one hand. He had also complained of sun glare, and had then put on a baseball cap and a pair of, what Millie thought appeared to be, designer sunglasses. Greystripe had also taken the opportunity to put a heavy gold medallion around his neck.

"This is boring," complained Greystripe, "I'm switching on the stereo."

So he did. On full volume. On some heavy rock music. Millie had to cover her ears.

"CAN'T YOU TURN IT DOWN A BIT?!" she yelled.

"Nah, babe. Who'd wanna turn this down?" Greystripe replied.

Suddenly, he saw Squirrelflight and Whitewing standing by the side of the road. He pulled the monster over, tooted the horn, and leaned out the window.

"Are you babes looking for a gorgeous hunk of fur in your life?" he asked in a cool voice.

The she-cats giggled. Millie looked cross. She slapped Greystripe round the head and turned down the stereo.

"Keep driving, mate, if you know what's good for you!"

Greystripe looked hurt but pulled off and kept driving. However, as soon as he caught sight of Sandstorm standing by the roadside, along with Firestar, he stopped again.

"Hey, Sandy, ya wanna take a ride in my Greased Lightning?"

Sandstorm took one look across at Firestar, then ran over, pushed Millie out of the passenger seat and onto the ground, with a cry of, "Move it, mousedung!" and drove off with Greystripe.

Millie looked very cross, and dusty. Firestar was just staring at the disappearing monster with his mouth hanging open. Millie pushed his jaw shut and dragged him back to camp.