A/N: I love your reviews! Sorry it's taken me so long! I just couldn't seem to inspire myself to get back onto the computer! I'm trying! But also, dang homework that makes me curse loudly at it as I try to solve impossible math problems that seem to haunt even my sleep.

All my love you all by the way! And, if you can guess what play the song that is put in this is from I will give you cookies! I just couldn't resist putting it in! And of course I give Bomba's great idea credit. So, hands cookie to Bomba tank you!

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"Bombalurina! Will you wake up already!" a voice shouted as a pail of cold water was dumped upon the passed out red queen.

"Wha--?" Bombalurina asked jumping up form the sudden coldness that had surged over her body.

"Finally, you're awake." Demeter said as she set a metal pail practically as large as she was, behind Plato's desk. "I thought we would have to resort to violent measures."

The red queen shook her head, trying to clear the empty buzzing sound the cold water had started in her head, when she realized it was her teethe chattering at high speed. A warm something wrapped around her as she turned to see Plato smiling at her kindly, with his arms around her.

It took her a minuet to realize he was trying to get a bright fuzzy towel around her so that she could dry off.

"Oh, thank yo-you." She chattered.

"It's fine," he replied, "I've had to do that before. Many people have fainted after reading my lists."

Bombalurina flinched at this and looked behind her. There was still the forbidding list, staring down at her with all (or at least most) of the things wrong with her written on paper.

"Now than Bomba." Demeter said walking up to the list and inspecting it. "It looks like we have to give you a bath first." An evil grin crossed her face, "Oh, this should be fun."

A sinking feeling welled up inside of Bombalurina. A bath. That was the most evil word combination in the history of the world in Bombalurina's opinion.

"Do-do I re-really have to take a b-bath?" she stuttered backing up.

"O yes my dear." Plato said cackling evilly, "A bath. And let's start now." With that he gave her a shove and she fell back into a metal cat-sized tub that had obviously been placed in the room while she had been passed out.

"I'm going now." Demeter said stepping towards the door as her friend shot her an evil glare.

"Yes Dem, I would go if I were you." Plato said nodding to her.

Sitting down, he brushed his legs off and looked down at the queen sitting awkwardly in the tub (i.e. rump in tub with legs sticking out and face jammed into knees), and said, "Bomba, now that we're friends. I've decided to make you my new project."

"Yif felly fon't fafe fo foo fafe" came the muffled reply.

"What was that daaarling?" Plato sang out.

"I said," Bombalurina growled, shifting so she could speak, "You really don't have to do that."

The tom smirked at this, "I know... that's what makes me so nice." And with that he poured another pail of freezing cold water on the queen, making her screech loudly, before shoving her legs so that she was lying more comfortably.

"When ever I see some less fortunate than I," he started to sing as he poured bucket after bucket of cold water on his client, "And let's face it. Who isn't less fortunate than I? My tender heart seems to start to bleed…"

Standing up he went to his a book shelf in the corner filled with evil (in Bombalurina's eyes) looking devices meant to make you look pretty. Coming back with a ruff and pointy looking brush, he sang, "And when someone needs a makeover I simply have to take over…" the young queen shrieks of pain, as the brush started to scrub her back and remove years worth of dirt, made it almost impossible to hear what the tom said next, but luckily he repeated it for her to hear. "I know, I know… exactly what they need."

"And even in your case…" Plato grabbed her chin to inspect Bombalurina's face, pausing as he realized the challenge that was ahead of him, "Though it's the toughest case I've yet to face. Don't worry. I'm determined to succeed!"

"Hey!" she sputtered angrily.

Standing up he did a few strange little pirouettes across the room and grabbed a large bottle, almost as big as his head, and returned to the tub singing, "Follow my lead, and yes indeed! You will be…" at this he paused before screaming very loudly and out of tune, "Popular! You're gonna be Popular! I'll teach you the proper ploys when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce!"

As Plato poured a whole gallon of shampoo onto Bombalurina's head he seemed to remember something and dropped the bottle onto the queen's head, causing a large 'Oomph' to come from the tub, "O! I'll show you what shoes to wear…" forgetting that he had just dumped a whole thing of shampoo on his patient he ran to open a gigantic closet door and grabbed a pair of pumps and slammed them onto his feet, and than looked dreamily into a mirror as he tried to pile his short fur on top of his head, "… how to fix your hair! Everything that really counts to be popular! You'll hang with the-"

"Plato." Bombalurina growled from the tub.

"Yeeeeesss me daaaarling?" the tom sang out dancing over and rinsing the shampoo that he just remembered he had left in her hair.

"Shut up or I'll punch your lights out."

"Yes ma'am."

"And Plato."

"Yes ma'am."

"You are so gay."

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A/N: yet again, SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG! I totally lost all inspiration for a period of time. hands out cookies to people for being patient I hope the last part didn't offend anybody. My friend was offended, but just because she is offended by the sun shining on her. Please tell if so! Flames will be used to roast smores.