Ello.

Vio: Well, I don't know how to make it go much faster. I'm just writing what went on in our heads.

Misterfleas: Well its true!

Electra's P.O.V.

GASP! Misto was it!

AND HE GOT ME!

My best friend, the Magical Mister Mistoffelees...sigh...

What!? NO! I DON'T LIKE HIM! What the heck are you thinking?

So, anyway, now I'm it.

Jem laughed and ran away. Curse her speed.

I turned towards Misto. but he pooffed away.

Grr. I don't like being it.

Hmm.....I wonder if Tugger knows we're playing....hehe!

Jemima's P.O.V.

Misto was it! I would have never guessed!

I like being small and fast. I'm the smallest one in the junkyard, and one of the fastest.

Wonder who Leccy's gunna get....I can never predict what she's going to do.

"TUGGER'S IT!"

Oh Heavyside. Tugger? Who is she kidding?

Speaking of my best friend, Electra came running up towards me, smiling. She was holding something shiny.

"I got his belt!" she exclaimed.

I stared at her.

Then Pounce's voice rang out. "I'M IT!"

"Let's go give it back," I said, taking her by the arm. Electra pouted for a minute.

But then she perked up. "Okay."

We walked back towards where Tugger had been.

"Hi Tugger!" Electra said, waving frantically. She was messing with him, big time.

He glared at her, snatching back his belt.

Lectra's eyes were excited.

I don't like it when they get like that. It usually means she's either doing something evil or going on sugar high.

"Hey Tugger," my friend started. "Do you know what Jem did to get Cass angry?"

I let out some kind of noise. I think it was some kind of strangled yelp.

SHE DOESN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT!

I grabbed her arm with one paw and covered her mouth with the other. Then I gave Tugger a glare.

"Umm, I do, but if I tell Jem's gunna kill me," he said.

I have to admit, for being the really sweet and innocent one of the junkyard I'm pretty dang good at giving death glares.

"Aww," Lectra said. It was kinda muffled.

I took my paw off her mouth.

"Thank you," she said, then tried to yank her arm free. But I have a pretty strong grip for a small cat.

We started walking again. And then we ran into Alonzo.

"Hi Alonzo!" Electra called. "Can you get her to let go of me?"

He turned towards me. With his chocolate brown eyes...stop it, Jemima! That's exactly what caused trouble last time.

"Jemima," he said. "Let go of her for a second."

I dropped her arm.

One Mississippi.

And I grabbed back on.

"There. Let go for a second," I said.

He looked at me with an arched eyebrow. "You know what I mean."

"'Kay, bye!" I said, yanking Electra away before she could ask.

We started walking again.

"Please let go," she moaned.

"You have to promise not to run off and ask someone what I did."

She frowned. "Fine."

I grudgingly let her arm down.

Then someone ran up behind us.

"MIMA'S IT!" Pouncivul screamed.

Uh! I don't wanna be it! But I'm not going to be like Vicky.

I looked around. Electra disappeared into the bushes. Darn it!

Then my eyes locked on Alonzo, who was back where we had left him. I dashed back, poked him and yelled, "ALONZO'S IT!"

And I don't think he was even playing.

Author's Note:

Yes, we seriously stretched the tag game out this long. And longer. Sorry if it starts to get boring, but the games almost over.