A/N: Yah! Another post! I'm so proud of myself! Just a bit of history about myself. I don't live in England. I have spilled tears over that fact. Okay, so not really, but I really have always wanted to live in England. So that wasn't much of a history. Sorry bout that. But I have one question that has always confused me and makes my friends look at me strangely. Is a bar always a pub or is a pub always a bar, or is a bar only sometimes a pub or a pub only sometimes a bar? Thanks for listening to my meaningless prattle. On with the story!

Where We Left Off: Bombalurina was about to save the world. Okay, so not really. If you want the truth out of me you'll never get it coppers!

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"Miss Demeter! Daaaaarling!" Plato called standing up in a haste as the two queens walked in to his office. "Come here, it has been so long Dem! You look faaaaantaaaastic!" He swiftly pecked Demeter on both cheeks before turning to the taller queen, about to do the same, when he looked at her, flinched and turned back to Demeter.

"How aaaaaare you daaaaaaarling?" He asked going to sit back at his desk and motioning to the two chairs set before him.

"Plato, please stop with the accent. Everyone in the building has heard you without it." Demeter said sitting gracefully in one of the two bright pink velvet chairs. She was sitting so daintily that it looked as if she was made of air and weighed noting at all. If Demeter had stood up right then, Bombalurina was sure that there wouldn't be any indents to show where she had been sitting.

As Bombalurina sat though, she felt as if the bright pink velvet was swallowing her. Everlasting Cat. She inwardly groaned. I must be massive.

"Yes, I know thaaat all the people that work for me know about my 'aaaaaccent'" the patched tom made air quotes when he said accent, "But, nobody else knows. So, whaaat if somebody waaalked in on us while I haaaave thaaaaat aaaawful southern draaaawl."

"Oh, suck it up Plato." Demeter snapped, "You'll be able to focus better on your client if your not focusing on your damn accent."

"Now Miss Demeter." Plato said, his designer's accent dropping to reveal his strong southern accent, "You know as well as I do that I can focus perfectly fine. I'm the best after all. I see Miss Bomba has been admiring my room. That's all pure velvet by the way."

It was true. First walking into the room Bombalurina had been stunned. It was so, what's the word. Racing through her vocabulary the red queen finally landed on the word that described the room perfectly. It was so… gay. Not the type of gay where there were frills and laces everywhere. No, this was more of a velvet type of gay. Make that a pink velvet type of gay.

The walls were covered in carefully placed stripes of differing shades of pink velvet. The plush carpet was bright neon pink, like the signs that hung outside of some bars down town. Pink Christmas tree lights hung from the ceiling, giving everything that isn't pink a pinkish glow.

"Oh, yes" Bombalurina said jumping at being spoken to, "I was just wondering… How can you stand it? There is so much pink all around! People must think your gay!"

Demeter shot her friend a look of You-really-did-not-just-say-that-did-you look that chilled Bombalurina's bones.

Plato looked up at the ceiling, which was pink thanks to the lights, and grimaced.

"Yes, well. I am actually not gay. People just think I am because I've decorated my office like this. I've found that people think the best males designers are gay. Which I have obviously proved is not true. But people believe what they want to believe, and if they found out I had to decorate this way to keep them happy and I am not really gay people will probably stop coming." He shivered as he looked upon the pink room, "Truthfully, I hate pink with a passion."

"Mr. Plato." Ford's head appeared at the doorway, "I have the list, are you ready to show it?"

"Yes, yes. Bring it in." Leaning back in his chair the tom placed his feet on the desk and watched his assistant try to struggle to bring in an enormously large piece of paper into the office.

Finally, after much pushing and pulling the queen finally got the paper through the door and stood panting for a second before going and pinning it up on the wall.

Upon the paper was a list, written in very neat penmanship.

Step 1: Bath, (1 hour)

Step 2: Cut, Style, and Possibly Highlight Fur, (1-3 hours)

Step 3: Trim Nails and Paint Nails, (45 mins – 1 hour)

Step 4: Teach to Hold Tail Properly, (30 – 2 hours)

Step 5: Lessons on Basic Etiquette (3 hours)

Step 6: How to Carry One's Self (1 hour)

Step 7: Life Science, The Things You Should and Should Not Do As a Sexy Queen (2-4 hours)

And the list went on and on all the way down the page ending with, to Bombalurina's horror, How to Flirt With Toms and or Queens.

There were twenty-four items on the list. All together it would take about forty-eight hours if they were fast.

"Well now." Plato said pushing himself up from his chair and inspecting the list. "We had better start now. We have to get done with step 4 by," he inspected the wrist watch hanging on the wall, "by six o'clock tonight or else we will be to behind schedule. We want to be done with step seven by morning."

Demeter had stood to inspect the list as well. "Yes, I think we should be done by Wednesday, two days should be enough. What do you think Bomby?" When she received no answer Demeter turned to find her friend passed out on the ground.

The blonde queen sighed and turned to Ford. "Can you get her some water please?" she asked nudging her friend with her foot.

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A/N: I hope you guys like it! Constructive criticism please! All flames will be bottled up and sold and automatic hot dog roasters.