A/N: HA! Another chapi, I have succeeded! But alas! It close to the last one! I think… Yeah, I'm pretty sure. But! I need your help! Give me your advice! Should Tugger's story start on Tugger's point of view of Bomba's change, or WAY before that? Thanks for the answer!
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A scream that seemed to pierce the very flesh of the cats in the office room rang out through the night sky. And with that scream, ended over 72 hours of pain for one particular queen wishing to be beautiful.
"Now dear, was that really so painful?" Ford panted lifting up a wad of excess fur that had just been plucked, rather painfully Bomba might add, from her client's stomach.
"Ye-yes." Bomba wheezed from the floor where she was lying, clutching her stomach in pain. "Tha-that really hu-hurt."
"Ah shut it Bombi," Demeter snapped from her chair, "For the past 72 hours its been noting but 'really hurt'. Deal with it. I haven't gotten a wink of sleep for the past three days and I'm not in the mood for your complaining."
It definitely looked as if Demeter hadn't slept a wink. Grey circles seemed to surround her eyes, with little pieces of gunk underneath her lashes. Her face seemed to sag under tiredness, something not that appealing looking on the normal cat. Of course, Demeter was not the normal female feline. No. She was super cat. She would probably look good with her fur shaved completely off. At least that's what Bomba thought.
"So!" Plato said jumping jubilantly through the doorway, "How does our beauty queen look?"
It looked as if Plato had slept well that night. After about 8 o'clock the night before he had left saying he had business to attend to, leaving Ford in charge which really sped things along nicely, and never came back. Obviously he had enjoyed a nice long siesta, causing the other three cats to glare at him tiredly. None of them even had the energy to glare properly.
"Yes…" Plato said taking in the surrounding cat's reactions, "Why don't we take a snooze before we reveal Bomba to the world? How does that sound?"
Demeter slumped back in her comfy chair with a sigh, "That sounds great Plato."
Ford bent down and shook Bomba's shoulder. "Bomba, Bomba. Let's go lie down okay?"
A snore rang out as Ford turned Bomba on her back to reveal the queen already fast asleep.
"Well." Demeter said tiredly, "I guess that works to." Before dropping off to sleep.
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"Hello my little enchiladas." The Rum Tum Tugger said slyly as he walked past the group of his screaming fan kittens. The group burst into insane giggles and Etcetera even fell on the floor in hysterical laughter.
When the tom passed though, the four gathered together to discuss the question that Jemima now brought up… "What's an enchilada?"
"I think its an American cheese burger…" Electra whispered, trying to make sure Tugger didn't hear her incase she was wrong.
"No, it's a Italian sub isn't it?" Victoria asked, "You know, the kind they have at those Subways in town…"
Tugger sighed and shook his head.
"No my little burritos, an enchilada is an Indian snack, sort of like donut, but better." He said sagely.
"Ah…" all the kittens nodded their head as if they understood. When he was out of ear shot they all gathered around again and whispered, "What's a burrito?"
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"Okay Bomba," Demeter said encouragingly, "Are you ready for this?"
"I don't know." Bomba gagged slightly behind the doorway of Plato's office, "I think I'm going to be sick."
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Looking around Tugger noticed that almost everyone was in the clearing, but one in particular seemed to have been missing for a long time.
"So…" he said turning to Skimble who was on a trashcan behind him, "Any idea where Bomba has been these past few days?"
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"There goes Plato." Demeter whispered nodding toward the clearing where the tom was striding toward the center, "You remember what to do right?"
Bomba nodded, a sickly greenish color.
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"Hey Plato!" Tugger called waving his paws above his head, trying to get the tom's attention. His paws dropped to his side as he noticed the tom's purposeful stride, he only walked like that when-
"No." Tugger whispered, "Not possible."
Plato stopped in the center of the clearing and raised his paws. "Queens, Toms, and little kittens!" he called, ignoring the kittens protests, "I give you today a work of art, a masterpiece struggled with over the past few days, that has created a beautiful graceful creature…"
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"Ready Bomba?" Demeter asked watching for her friend's cue intently, "You ready for this?"
"… My team and I have succeeded in creating what I would call…"
Receiving no answer the small queen turned to find her friend sneaking away. "Bomba!" she almost shouted, grabbing her friend and flinging her out into the clearing as their cue went,
"… I give you, Bombalurina!"
Bomba spun in the center of the clearing and slowed to a stop, looking shyly around at the surprised audience of cats. And then, to her horror, the Rum Tum Tugger stepped up to her. Looking at her in amazement he bent down and whispered something in her ear and snuck a quick kiss. Then, to her greater horror, as the red queen tried to speak, she felt something well up inside of her, and explode out all over the tom in front of her.
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A/N: sorry it took me so long! My comp has been broken! Please review! Remember what I will do with flames!