I always thought Bustopher Jones never got enough credit, so I'm proud to introduce him into my story! I don't own any of his twenty five pounds, or his spoon for that matter.

That same afternoon.

Bustopher Jones didn't bat an eyelid when he saw his nephew appear smack bang in the middle of his dining room table; he was far too used to it. However his eyes did narrow when he saw the state Quaxo was in. The tell tale signs like heavy bags under his eyes and and overpowering smell of coffee told him that he was on the hunt for, something.

"Good afternoon Quaxo" he greeted the magician cordially "I trust your flatmate hasn't left you already?"

"No uncle, Tugger's still with me" replied Quaxo. Bustopher raised his eyebrows

"Indeed, so why are you here then? Pray tell" Quaxo took a seat and shifted the chair so he was looking directly at his uncle.

"I need you to tell me everything you know about Macavity"

"Macavity?" his uncle gulped, he certinly hadn't been expecting that. "Wh-why do you want to know?"

"I'm going to take him down. But I need help Bustopher, I need your help"

"Why my help?"

"Because you're the cat about town uncle. You probably know the comings and goings of London better than anyone else. And because you know about Macavity Bustopher, hell you were reading about him in the papers before I was born! The cats who you talk to at your clubs are all connected with Deuteronomy's family in some way."

"Quaxo, I'm really not sure that this is a good idea, I think you should reconsider"

"I am NOT changing my mind Bustopher! This cat has been picking off Jellicles one by one. Just this morning I was reading about how he kidnapped a Queen-kit to sell her for prostitution! Next time it might be Tugger, or Deuteronomy himself. I'm going to get this cat Bustopher, but I need help, help me Bustopher!" He hadn't meant to speak to his uncle so forcefully, but his head and eyes were hurting from hours of reading dusty police files. Plus coffee always made him cranky.

Bustopher looked at his nephew standing there, looking furiously at him. He looked so determined, so much like his mother (Bustopher's much loved and much missed sister). she had never content with letting the wrongs of the world be, but would plung right into the thick of it without a second thought.

He tried to refuse her son's request, he tried to say that the idea was too foolish, too dangerous, but the words got lost onto the way to his mouth.

"What do you need to know" he sighed.

That evening

Quaxo returned home that evening to find Tugger and Bombalurina making out on the couch. As he tried to sneak past Tugger caught sight of the tux and gave a yelp. Pushing Bombalurina off him he stood up hurriedly.

"Sorry, a-am I interrupting something?" muttered Quaxo averting his eyes.

"N-no not at all" stuttered Tugger embarrassed "Where were you?" he asked changing the subject.

"About town" answered Quaxo "I found some good leads for Macavity" Tugger was immediately interested.

"That's great! What were they?"

"Well there was-"

"AREN'T you going to introduce me Tugsie?" said Bombalurina, getting up off the floor "to your flatmate" Tugger coughed.

"Yes of course, Quaxo this is my… friend, Bombalurina. Bombalurina this is my flatmate Quaxo, he's a magician." Bombalurina raised an eyebrow at this.

"Oh really" she answered coolly "prove it." Quaxo smiled weakly, it could've been worse. He waved a paw in direction of the radio and it switched on. Just about the worst song imaginable for the setting was playing.

'Hey hey, you you I don't like your girlfriend.

No way, no way I think you need a new one.

Hey hey, you you I could be your-

Quaxo hurriedly switched off the radio before Bombalurina's glare reduced him to cinders. Tugger cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I suppose I'd better be taking you home now, before it gets dark I mean" he said. Bombalurina allowed him to escort her to the door way. At the last moment she turned around and kissed Tugger forcefully on the lips, just to show the tux who he belonged to.

"Why do you have all these lamps?" she suddenly shot at Quaxo who started slightly.

"They bring good luck" he answered.

"Oh" said Bombalurina. Looking around she spotted a particularly large and ornate lamp standing by the doorway and her eyes narrowed. Walking out she gave it a quick but deliberate swipe with her tail. Before anyone could react it landed on the floor and broke into a thousand tiny pieces.

Quaxo made some sort of strangled sound that was somewhere between a groan and a sigh and rushed over to pick up pieces. Tugger, after giving a glance in the direction of Bombalurina's disappearing figure, quickly knelt to do the same. They banged heads on the way down which caused both of them to wince in pain and rub at the spot where their foreheads had collided.

"I'm so sorry Quaxo" Tugger was the first to speak "I shouldn't have invited her over; she's very…possessive, you know?"

"Yes I know. It doesn't matter anyway" said Quaxo, almost cutting his paws on the glass he was holding. Tugger knelt down and helped him pick up the glass fragments; they both had to be careful when moving their paws in case they trod on a piece of glass. Tugger noticed that the glass pieces had a very complex design the. A dreamy swirl of blues and greens with occasional flecks of silver. It was a beautiful lamp; Tugger just wished that he'd noticed it before it got smashed.

"Was this one of your more valuable ones?" he asked, handing over the pieces he'd collected. The tux carefully kept his eyes lowered. He didn't feel much like making eye contact.

"You could say that" he replied. Turning around he hurried away to his room, he needed time to try and collect his thoughts and that wasn't going to happen if Tugger looking at him. Once in his room and the door shut he looked around for a place to keep the fragments. The safe immediately caught his eye. Kneeling down he opened it and reverently placed the lamp remains inside, right next to his jars that contained some very valuable spells.

Having accomplished this he went over to Oswald who was staring at him with a concerned expression. Patting his turtle's head he firmly ignored the hollow feeling in his stomach and tried to get some serious thinking done.

R & R if you feel so disposed.