"Well, you've arrived five minutes early," Tansy surprisingly remarked, "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing, " Cinderpelt answered, "But I need to talk to you."

"Okay..." And the two she-cats walked backstage so the audience wouldn't hear them.

"Listen, Tansy. Ever since our date to Goosefeather's Gardens, Littlecloud and I have really hooked up. The day of next week's show is his only available day. Next week, you'll have to tell Stormfur that he's going to have to fill in for me. If he asks why, just tell him I was ill."

Tansy nodded her head. "I'll do it, Cinderpelt."

"Good."

Mistystar poked her head in. "The show's about to start, guys! Hope you're done with your conversation!" Tansy and Cinderpelt ran out, quickly getting to their stations.

"Welcome, to Win A Date With Cinderpelt! And with our fun-loving, beautiful, funny, smart host, Cinderpelt herself! And it looks like today's contestants are: Mousewhisker, Berrynose, and the legendary Graystripe! And the lucky one will take Cinderpelt to the baseball game in Catlanta tomorrow: Bolds at Fillies. And here they are!" The three contestants came out from the curtain, Berrynose and Graystripe twitching nervously, wondering what their mates might do to them if they won. Mistystar fast-walked back to her whiteboard while the audience cheered.

"Alright, toms, it's time for the first question, I believe, and, since the winner will take me to a baseball game, the winner will have to know the most about baseball. And, hand me your phones, in case you need to look something up." Cinderpelt said, and the players handed in their phones, "So, anyway, first question: What team did Aaron Hank play for?"

"The Bolds!" Graystripe yelled, barley giving Cinderpelt time to say 'for', "He played for the Catlanta Bolds!"

"Graystripe's right," Mousewhisker said, giving Graystripe plenty of time to finish.

"He played for the Bolds?" Berrynose asked, "I thought he played for the Old York Hankies."

"No, Berrynose, he played for the Bolds. It was Bob Ruth that played for the Hankies." Graystripe said matter-of-factly.

"Mistystar, give Graystripe a point! And take one point off Berrynose's score!" Cinderpelt exclaimed.

"Hey! That's unfair!" Berrynose said.

"Sorry, but I don't want someone ignorant about baseball take me to a baseball game!"

"Anyway," Mistystar butted in, obviously trying to stop a fight, "Graystripe has one point, Mousewhisker has none, and Berrynose has negative one." Berrynose folded his arms in disappointment.

"Anywho, second question: Who beat Bob Ruth's record, and what were the numbers?"

"Aaron Hank did it! Bob Ruth's was seven hundered forty-one, but Hank beat him with seven hundred fifty-five! No, wait! I'm wrong! Let me redo!" Graystripe pleaded.

"Sorry, Graystripe, but you're right. You're wrong. Berrynose, did you know that Aaron Hank broke Bob Ruth's record at all?"

"Well, I knew that," Berrynose replied.

"Bob Ruth's record was seven hundred fourteen, and Aaron Hank beat him with seven hundred fifty-five." Mousewhisker answered.

"Correct, Mousewhisker! Give him a point, Mistystar!" Cinderpelt exclaimed.

"So Graystripe and Mousewhisker both have one, while Berrynose still has negative one!" Berrynose's arms were still folded, mumbling about why it wasn't zero now.

"Okay, now it's question three time: How much money should you bring to a Bolds game in Catlanta?"

"My friends and I usually bring about twenty-five mice each. Sometimes thirty." Mousewhisker answered.

Graystripe hung his head. "I was gonna go with Silverstream and the kits once they were old enough, but then...and I've never been to a game in Catlanta, so I have no clue. Maybe soon I can go with Millie, Bumblestripe, Blossomfall, and Briarlight."

All Berrynose did was shrug his shoulders.

"Mistystar, give Mousewhisker another point!"

"Mousewhisker now leads with two points, Graystripe still has one, and Berrynose still negative one!" Berrynose, like usual, started grumbling.

"That's it, Berrynose! I want you off my stage, now! Stormfur, Midnight, ready for your first action?" The two dragged Berrynose offstage.

"Well, now that that's dealt with, it's time for the final question: Who are the Bolds playing tomorrow?"

"The Fillies! The game is Bolds at Fillies!" Graystripe blurted.

"Er, what he said." Mousewhisker replied much more calmly.

"Alright, well, Mistystar, I believe you should give Graystripe two points, because earlier, he corrected Berrynose for me."

"Well, it looks like Graystripe won!"

"Hold it right there!" A female voice interrupted. Two she-cats walked from behind the curtain. It was Silverstream's spirit, and Millie.

"Aw, guys! C'mon, I just wanna to a Catlanta game!"

"Then why don't you take us?" Silverstream challenged, "I went with Feathertail once. It's only six mice per seat! I don't recall you being stingy!" Suddenly Silverstream gave Millie a dead fish and they both started slapping Graystripe with their fish-paddle. He fell unconscious quickly, because the fish were filled with heavy magnets. They dragged him offstage together.

"Well, I guess Mousewhisker is the only tom left, so, now he's the winner!" Cinderpelt exclaimed.

"Yay! I won!"

Tansy turned the camera towards her. "Well, I guess Mousewhisker won after all, and I win fifteen mice! Yes! But anyway, it's time to interview Stonefur, on what it's like to be brutally murdered while saving your Clanmates!" The camera shut off, and a new one turned on to show Stonefur almost invisible in his chair.

"So, Stonefur, we'd like to know: How hard was it to stand up for your Clanmates, even if you knew you were going to be killed?"

"It was hard, Tansy. But when Featherpaw's and Stormpaw's lives were spared, I didn't die for nothing. And I'm just glad that Feathertail stayed alive to save the Tribe, and Stormfur so Brook would have someone."

Tansy turned the camera back to her again. "Okay, well, we usually ask two, but time's tight today, so, bye! Tune in next time!" And the camera switched off.

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