Author's Note: I don't have much to say about this chapter except "Sorry for the wait." I didn't have anything planned out after they figured out where they were. So the rest of the Fanfiction will probably be improv. I hate improv sometimes -_- I never get past chapter 3. I don't know what it is. It must be my...evil number or something...

Cat's © Andrew Lloyd Webber

Poppy and Jakey © Myself

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Have you ever felt like digging a hole in the ground and just hide in it for the rest of your life? That's what Mistoffelees felt like at that particular moment. He was, at this point, pacing and sort of muttering to himself.

"How could this happen?" he was saying, "I've never screwed up such a simple spell before,"

"Misto..." Tugger tried to get his attention.

"At least not this badly," he went on, "I mean, sure, I mess up the lightening bolts all the time-"

"Misto..."

"But that only lasts for a second! How did I manage to-"

"Misto!"

"What!?" Mistoffelees exclaimed more than asked.

"Seriously? Calm down," Tugger replied pointedly.

"Calm down?" Misto started, "We're on the opposite side of the world, and you want me to calm down?"

"For lack of a better word, yes!"

"I don't need to calm down!" He said, "I need to think," With that, he sat down and put his head in his paws.

Poppy opened her mouth to say something, but Jakey calmly silenced her by slapping his tail over her mouth.

"Quaxo," Tugger said, trying to sound gentle, "What's really wrong here?"

"What do you mean?" the tuxedo tom asked without looking up.

"You're not one to freak out just because one of your tricks goes wrong," he walked up to him, "There's more,"

Quaxo sighed, "I don't know how to fix it,"

"You don't know how to fix it? What?"

"I don't think I can get us back," Misto elaborated weakly, "Not when we're this far away from home,"

Tugger's eyes widened, but Poppy's voice cut off anything else that may or may not have been said.

"So let me get this straight," her paw was up so she could shield herself from Jakey's tail. "You guys are from England, you came here by mistake, and you don't know how to get back. Am I close?"

"I wouldn't exactly have worded it that way," Quaxo half mewed half mumbled, "But yes,"

"Okay," Poppy went on, "So what's with you two?"

"Who's being rude now?" Jakey asked. Poppy glared at him.

The two jellicles sighed. Soon, they'd explained to the two housecats what the Jellicle Tribe was. They mentioned the Jellicle ball, and Tugger told them that Mistoffelees was a conjurer. Mistoffelees told them about Tugger's mishap with the pipe and the teleportation spell, and that that was how they'd come to be in America.

"Wow," Poppy said.

"My thoughts exactly," Jakey meowed.

"So you see our problem,"

"You ought to ask my friend, Tiger," Jakey said, "He seems to know the answer to everything."

Tugger raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"Oh yeah," Poppy piped up, "This one time, there was this dog, and Jake-"

Jakey had slapped his tail over her mouth again, "What did I tell you about telling that story?"

"Right, whatever," Poppy muttered, "Anyways, Tiger's like a genius."

Tugger and Mistoffelees exchanged a glance. "So, where can we find this Tiger?" Mistoffelees asked.

"He comes by every once in a while," Poppy said, "We don't know where he lives."

"Actually," Jakey drowned the word out longer than necessary. "I kinda do."

"How?"

"He took me there once," Jakey meowed, "We were kittens,"

"I'm tellin' Smokey," Poppy sang.

"I'll drop you in the pond," Jakey retorted, "Anyway, I could take you two there,"

"Thanks,"

After a short argument between Poppy and Jake, (Poppy had insisted on coming along, but Jakey didn't 'want them both to be in trouble once Kathy came back.') The three toms were off to see Tiger. Apparently, he was a stray, and didn't live very far away from Jake's house.

There was a small forest just beyond the end of the yard. Tiger lived somewhere in there.

"I don't know about you, but I've always liked trees better than houses," Jake was saying after they'd entered the woods. Apparently he was very talkative when Poppy wasn't around and talking every second of the day, "Maybe I'll decide to live in the forest some day,"

Tugger and Misto had stopped replying a while ago, and Jake was on a role with his monologue.

"Oh hey," Jakey said, "Tiger lives just beyond these bushes,"

They followed him over - through, really - the bushes. And found themselves looking up at a gigantic oak tree.

"Hey, Tiger!" Jake shouted up, "You there?"

After a moment, a brown tabby tom with bright green eyes seemingly appeared out of nowhere atop one of the many branches.

Could he be a conjurer, too? Mistoffelees wondered, but then noticed a neatly hidden hole in the side of the tree. The kind that had most likely belonged to a racoon. That was where the cat had appeared from.

"Jake!" Tiger meowed, "Long time no see!"

"Can you come down?"

"Sure," Tiger hopped down cautiously. Mistoffelees noticed that he was favoring one paw. Tiger plopped down to the forest floor in front of Jake, "What brings you to my neck of the woods? Oh, Hello," He'd just noticed the two jellicle toms.

"These two have a bit of a problem," Jakey began.

"That's a new one," Tiger commented, "A magical cat,"

Mistoffelees didn't reply, but Tugger said, "It's true. The greatest Magicians have something to learn from Mr. Mistoffelees' conjuring turn,"

Mistoffelees sighed. At least he wasn't singing. Yet.

Tiger blinked, "I might be able to help you guys."

"Really?" Mistoffelees had doubted the brown tom would believe their story. Tiger was closer to Rum Tum Tugger's age, and seemed wise and - though playful - maybe too 'sensible' to believe in magic.

"Yes," he meowed, "But not here. We'll have to go see another cat."

Author's Note: And that's where I'm ending this bit. Whew. Hopefully it isn't as bad as it seems from this end of the keyboard. Anyway...Yeah. Another non-jellicle, yay! This one is Tiger. Another cat who really exists. I don't know if he belongs to one of my gram's neighbor's or what, but he comes over and eats out of the food bowl on the porch sometimes. (Yes, that bowl) And recently he's been limping a little :(

MagnusSpark: Of course Tugger does, he's Misto. Lol. And I almost made Poppy say "Oh, a magic cat!" in the fanfiction after that little summary. Almost. XD.

Okay, okay. Until next time.

~TMNH