Author's Note: Normally, I would have updated this sooner, but all I had was my Mini Laptop, and I don't think that has a Word program. Now I'm back, with my WordPerfect, and chapter two is up!

CATS belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber.

Non-Jellicle characters belong to me.

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Unexpected

"I'll think of something!" The little tom exclaimed after the eleventh or so groan from Tugger.

"You said that an hour ago!" Since Quaxo had come along, there had been a lot tail pulling and head pushing from inside the pipe. Needless to say, Tugger was still trapped, and he wasn't making things easier for either cat.

"It's only been about seven minutes, Tugger," Quaxo told him.

"Well, it feels like an hour from in here." Tugger retorted.

"Right, I'm sure," Quaxo muttered. Tugger groaned again, "Tugger, I swear to Everlasting Cat, if you do that again, I'm going to leave you here!"

"You wouldn't,"

"Try me," he pointedly took a step away, not that Tugger could see what he was doing.

"Alright! Fine, I'll be good," Tugger growled.

"You know," Quaxo said after another pause, "I could try to get you out with magic..." He really hadn't wanted things to go in this direction, but the Rum Tum Tugger was to stuck for little Quaxo to pull him out, and Tugger was far too stubborn to call for help. Quaxo knew it was the only real option.

"Really?" he sounded hopeful, but then added, "Wait, why didn't you say that sooner?"

"I wanted to see if I could get you out without it," he replied. When Tugger didn't say anything, he continued, "I might be able to teleport us. You know, switch places. You'd be where I'm standing now, and I'd be inside the pipe,"

"Then wouldn't you be stuck?" Tugger asked.

"Tugger, I'm way smaller than you. I could easily crawl out,"

"Alright," Tugger said, "Are you sure this will work?"

"Your lack of confidence in me is rather insulting," Quaxo was already getting into what he thought would be the best position to perform his spell.

"I just don't want us to like switch heads, or something,"

"That's ridiculous, Tugger," Quaxo replied, and hopefully not possible.

"Fine,"

"Okay, are you ready, Tug?" Quaxo asked, stretching out his paws.

Tugger nodded, and then remembered that Quaxo couldn't se his head. "Yeah," he said.

Quaxo said some words Tugger couldn't understand, and suddenly felt really...weird. It was if he was moving without...moving. He couldn't describe it, he just wished it would stop. Tugger felt very disoriented, and then everything went black. (Blacker than it had been before that is,)

***

"...hear me, Misto?" Tugger was asking.

I must have blacked out for a second, Mistofelees thought, That's strange. He sat up and hit his head on something, then remembered where he was. Ow...

"Misto, can you hear me?" Tugger asked again.

"Sorry, Tugger," he replied, "Yeah, I hear you,"

"Okay," Tugger said, "Can you tell me where we are, then?"

"What do you mean?" Mistofelees asked absentmindedly, he was crawling backwards out of the pipe, and wondering how on Earth Tugger managed to wedge himself in there. It didn't seem possible, and a lot was possible when you were the Magical Mr. Mistofelees.

He blinked when the sunlight hit his eyes, and was about to ask Tugger what he was talking about, when he realized something. Wait a minute, it's way to early for the sun to be up. Not only that, but the two cats were definitely not just outside the Jellicle junkyard anymore. What the-

"See what I mean, now?" Tugger asked, cutting off his train of thought.

"Yeah, I see," Mistofelees replied.

"Where are we?" Tugger asked.

"I don't know,"

"How can you not know, you sent us here!" Tugger cried.

"Well, obviously, I didn't do that on purpose!" he shot back.

"Whatever," Tugger growled, "Just send us home, I'm still starving,"

"I can't," Mistofelees replied.

"Wha- "

"I can't," Mistofelees cut him off before he could start babbling. "Because I don't know where we are,"

"What does that have to do with it?"

"If I randomly try to send us home, without knowing where we're starting from, we could end up anywhere," he told him, " I take it you don't want to end up in the ocean or something?"

"'d rather not," he replied.

"Alright, then," Mistofelees meowed, "If we're going to find out where we are, we can't just stand around all day. Come on," He started walking down the street, and Tugger followed.

They had been looking for some clue as to where they were without luck. Tugger had started humming Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats, and it was starting to get on Misto's nerves.

"Can you stop?"

"What?" Tugger asked. "Oh. It's stuck in my head,"

"Keep it in your head, then," Mistofelees grumbled.

Tugger kept on humming, much to Mistofelees's annoyance. He tried to ignore it and look for a street sign or something, but the only ones he saw were Main St, and East Avenue. Those were totally helpful. And to make matters worse, Tuggers song had gotten louder for some reason. Ignore him. Just keep walking. Mistofelees told himself.

Tugger was enjoying himself, but while he was humming, he was wondering why he had such a small part in that particular song. Watching Mistofelees's fur bristle was fun enough for him, also. He was just getting to the part where Bomba sand Where you Whittington's friend When Misto absently came in with:

"The Pied Piper's assistant,"

"Ha! " Tugger cried.

"What?" Mistofelees asked.

"You do like it,"

"Of course I like it," he replied, "I just didn't want to listen to the karaoke version for fifteen minutes,"

"Yeah, yeah," Tugger replied absentmindedly.

"What now?"

"You smell that?" Tugger asked?

Mistofelees sniffed. "What? The cat food? You- Aw, Tug, you're not still thinking about food, are you?"

"I never did catch that mouse..."

"And it was your stomach that got us into this mess," Misto growled.

"I thought it was your magic." Tugger stated matter-of-factly. He was already headed towards the smell of food. It was coming from behind a house. Mistofelees sighed. He knew he'd lost. He followed Tugger behind the house.

"You see?" Tugger said, pointing with his tail once they'd gotten there. There was a porch in the back with a food bowl sitting out on the steps. Tugger gladly padded up to it.

"Tugger, that belongs to some cat."

"And they haven't touched it. So I say it's ours for the taking," Tugger said, taking a few bites.

"Fine, but when some angry cat comes over, looking for his breakfast, I'm not helping you," Mistofelees said.

Tugger shrugged. Mistofelees was about to say something more when a new meow cut him off.

"Who are you?"

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Author's Note: Well the first half of that was terrible. I had so much writers block, it wasn't even funny, but it went away after they started looking around. Tugger's such a twit. Until next time.

~TMNH