this one is probaly the best chapter yet, because of some of the events that take place during it. i would say more, but i wont because i am a nice person and i dont want to spoil it for you. so...i just want to say that there is this author i am friends with, called adriana427. drop by her site and give her some loving reviews so that she doesnt get mad at me. (she has been acusing me of sicking grammar nazis at her.) please? thank you. also, since i am running out of personal friends, i think that you all should leave a review stating that you want to be in this epic battle of stupidity. well, happy 11:52 AM.

Among the excitement of Demeter indeed being pregnant with her first kittens, and that Tugger had finally settled down, most cats forgot their position to have fun. This was usually done through the lead of Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, and they both were out walking together one night, wondering which street they should go and raid.

"I say that we go home and raid Victoria Grove." Mungojerrie said, in his normal, thick cockney ascent. Rumpleteazer wanted to disagree.

"But think of all the other roads in London that we could go and steal from."

"You know why we can't do that. Macavity is still looking for us so that we can do his evil bidding. Again."

"That sounds so boring, though. Please?" Rumpleteazer looked at him with the eyes of a pollicle that wanted food.

"no." Mungojerrie hated to do that, because he wanted the best for his little sister, but he didn't want her to get in trouble or get hurt. And some of the things that went on in Macavity's lair were something that if Rumpleteazer even learned of what went on in there, he would immediately slam his head into a hard post.

The two siblings were quiet on their way back home, so Mungo's heard every noise possible. Stopping at a nearby church to see if there had been some leftovers from a potluck for them to steal, they went inside only to be greeted by two church cats that they had become rather good friends with.

"Tim, Ethan, do you guys happen to know if they had a potluck today? I mean, it is Sunday." Rumpleteazer said, jumping forward with each word. Though she had total trust in these two twin cats, Mungojerrie was still a little weary of these two. They both stared intently at them both with their yellow eyes before leading them to the kitchen in the basement.

Tim was the cat that was owned by the pastor of the church until he had retired and left his cat there to keep the mice down in this shabby church. Ethan had come into the church as a small kitten, seeking refuge and safety, and Tim had given that to him in return that he stayed to keep him company. Seldom heard was a word between the two, especially around Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer.

"Thanks." Mungo said as the two cats left them alone in the basement filled with treasures and food. How stupid were they? As they both started to eat, Ethan started to turn around and run back to them. Tim stayed where he was, but turned around and sat down.

For the first time in the world, it seemed, Ethan spoke to them. "Do you think that the jellicle cats will let us join?" Tim started to slowly nod, and lay down on the cold floor.

"Well, if you make it through the trial to make sure that you aren't associated with Mac-"Rumpleteazer was trying to tell them what they needed to do in order to come into the tribe. Mungojerrie had shut her up before she could give them enough information to cheat.

"Show up at the junkyard tomorrow, when Munkustrap his walking around the entryway and say that we invited you. "And with that Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer left with a large amount of loot in their possession.

(Let's envision a line break together, right here and now, because we all know that I am too lazy)

Tomorrow was a Monday, as you would have guessed, and so Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were both in their adopted den sleeping and preserving heat. Sometimes Rumple would go and have a sleep over at Victoria's, or at Cassandra's, but since they were expecting Tim and Ethan they just slept in. Surely, Munkustrap would let out an announcement that the two had arrived, and when that happened and they said that the two were invited by Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, they would most definitely be woken up.

Meanwhile, Tim and Ethan were having a fun time walking to the jellicle junkyard. Ethan was bouncing all over the place like a crazed kitten, while Tim bounced along with him. Someone had left cookies at the church, and little did they know that Tim had a strong fondness for cookies. Only half of a cookie enabled him to be the most bouncy and random cat possible. Of course, they both contained their inner selves around other cats.

"Aren't you excited?" Tim asked overwhelmed at the sight of the junkyard from their current position.

"Yeah, I am excited, but don't you see that dot that is coming closer and closer? That dot there looks like that Munkustrap that Mungojerrie was talking about." Tim felt stupid for a second before calming down a little bit. Soon the dot became more pronounced, and somewhat resembled a cat. Of course, this cat was indeed Munkustrap and he was very, very happy.

Some might ask why he was really happy, and the answer was rather simple. Demeter was going to have kittens in a few weeks, and he was going to become a daddy. With that honour, if two of the kittens live, then he would get to name one of them. Bombalurina wanted to name one, if a third one lived. Demeter only allowed that because she was proud of her sister, and because she was her sister.

"Hello, there!" he said as he bounded up to Tim and Ethan, though he didn't know their names yet. The two cats just nodded.

"Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer sent us here." Said Tim, as professionally as he possible could. The excitement building up inside of the two was going to blow up the junkyard if they didn't figure out a way to dispose of it responsibly.

"That explains why they stayed last night. Well, come on in I guess and we will try you guys to keep our tribe clean of spies for Macavity." This last sentence sort of confused Ethan, so he asked a very good question that almost got them immediately accepted into the tribe.

"Who's Macavity?" Munkustrap walked next that tom on the way back.

Once back home, Munkustrap sent a message out for Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, asking if they wanted to be there when their friends were tried for the worthiness of the tribe. Surprisingly, they both got up and bounded over to the tire to observe. Just before they started the trial, Munkustrap had a word with Old Deuteronomy.

"Dad, when I was walking them over here, that smaller one asked who Macavity was. Does that mean that they are prime material to be accepted into the tribe?" Old Deuteronomy smiled a loving, fatherly smile. "Of course it does. Just ask them really stupid questions, that's all. While you do that I will go and congratulate your brother, who I have just learned is mating with someone."

"But that means-"Munk started, but his dad finished. "That I trust you to do a good job because you are almost ready for leading the tribe." Then Old Deuteronomy was warmly embraced with a hug from his son. "I love you dad. Now if you will excuse me I have two cats to go and ask stupid questions. Bye!" and Munkustrap bounded off to the tire, so that Old Deuteronomy could have some tom-on-tom time with his other son that he wasn't so ashamed of.

Back at the tire, Demeter was all wriggly and nervous, maybe because the kittens inside her were all bouncy too. Munk wasn't back yet, no wait! He was back and all happy too, but after sitting beside her, and giving her a small nuzzle on the cheek, he started to question the two cats.

"Now, can you tell me which one is Ethan, and which one is Tim?"

"I'm Tim and this is Ethan." The tallest tabby said, as the littler one just sat there and smiled.

"Good, I like to know who is who. Now Tim, could you tell me what you ate this morning and what happened afterwards?"

Tim rubbed his paws together a little embarrassed. "Well, I had a cookie from the church potluck and then I was all bouncy afterwards. To put it plainly, a sugar rush."

Munkustrap smiled before he said something completely and utterly stupid. "Ethan, how many fingers am I holding up?"

Ethan was smart that day though, so he was a smart apple replying back. "We don't have fingers, we have paws." Tim still didn't get the joke.

After the trial and they both were pronounced jellicles, they went to Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer den.

"Can Rumple show you two around and introduce you? I am actually quite hungry again, and I will be back soon." Rumple soon had them both outside and meeting all of the cats.

Mungo walked down various streets until he came to the garbage can behind the nearest 7-11, and smelled something that was absolutely delectable. Jumping up onto the ledge of the garbage, he found it was a burrito. Sure, it had two or three bites out of it, but he still could eat it. So he did, and man did he regret it later.

While Mungojerrie was bonding with that burrito, Rumpleteazer was showing Tim and Ethan around. The thoughts running through her head sounded something like this; were does this cat live? Did I go the right way? Is Mungojerrie eating something he shouldn't be? Why am I asking myself these questions? And while she did that, Tim and Ethan were observing the area. There were four queens sitting with each other, being rather strange, a flock of kittens following a queen and a tom, and finally a family of four, sitting together eating a lunch on top of a heap of garbage that had quite the view. Though Ethan wanted to go and think he had a family like that, Tim knew better.

Mungojerrie sadly stalked back to his den, hoping that Rumpleteazer wasn't there. He was too stinky. That burrito was the worst decision in the world. He lay down on his respectable bed, and slept until he heard three sets of feet coming up to the den. It must have been Rumple, Tim, and Ethan. Oh, shoot. The den reeked like something had died, and their two friends were about to come over. Once again, that burrito was the worst idea in the world.

"Mungo, is that you?" asked Rumple.

"Yeah, and if you come in here you will die."

"What did you eat?" asked Tim, which was sort of strange because they never spoke around Mungojerrie.

"Well, I found this perfectly good burrito behind the 7-11 in the garbage and ate it. Man, was that the worst idea in the world." Mungo could almost swear that he heard some soft laughter.

"Don't worry Mungo, I think that I can go and persuade Mistoffelees to be magical and make it not smell as bad in there because we have to let Tim and Ethan stay the night, due to the fact that Tugger was using their den as a makeshift storage unit. I will be back, so Tim and Ethan will keep watch." And after stating that, Rumpleteazer ran down to the tire in order to find her way to Mistoffelees' home.

"Hey, Rumple!" said Cassandra as she slinked up beside her.

"Now is not the time, Cass. Sorry. My genius brother ate a bad burrito and now…need I go on?" Cassandra ran off to go and catch what sun rays were left. Sooner or later, she had made it to the ever busy home and spotted Victoria watching her kittens with intent eyes.

"'Toria!" she yelled, and the smart, all white and clean cat turned towards her. "Yeah, 'Teazer?"

"Do you know where Mistoffelees is? My brother ate a burrito…." Victoria stopped her by nodding her head towards the small building of bookshelves and cabinets.

"He is in there, I think. Make sure you knock before you enter, or he will zap you into next week, because lately, Tugger has been visiting and being rather inappropriate."

"Thanks!" and Rumpleteazer ran into the house, after knocking of course.

Rumpleteazer and Victoria had been friends ever since she had joined the tribe, or was born into it I guess. Sure, victoria was younger than she, but Mungojerrie let her be friends with her and Cassandra. The other kittens were by accident, because Mungo told her not to get too connected to her friends and the other cats. Victoria understood this order very well, and so they became great half friends, coming up with stupid nicknames for each other over small doses of food spiked with catnip at sleep overs. Those days were so fun, and now she has kittens, a sister, and a mate. How life changed.

"Hi, Rumple. You need some help with Mungo's issue?"

"Yeah." Mistoffelees looked as sharp as ever. He had been helping Adriana cook supper so that Victoria could take a break. He still sparkled like Edward Cullen, and could make a very good fool out of himself, but she still looked up to him like a brother. Just she didn't worship him like she did for Mungo.

Soon she was leading him to the den in which Mungo was making Tim and Ethan miserable. You could tell because they were lying down with their paws over their noses.

"That smell is something else. Are you sure that it is just the burrito?" Mistoffelees asked. Rumple nodded to signal a yes. "Wow that is just something else."

"Will you just shut up and turn off the stink?" Ethan barked at Misto because he was just not used to this vile smell.

"Actually, I don't think that there is anything I can do. No magic can control this vile, evil, deadly smell that is coming from Mungojerrie. So in the nice and simple way of saying it, you are screwed until it gets out of his system." Then Mistoffelees high tailed it out of that area.

"You won't leave me, will you rumple?" Mungo asked, feeling absolutely horrible. Though that gas was affecting everyone else, it was affecting how he felt.

"Never. You are my big, currently stinky; brother and I love you still. No matter how much you stink. Tim and Ethan, I suggest that if you don't want to sleep in this smell to go and cuddle up with the kittens." Then those two high tailed it out. In fact, most of the junkyard smelt this wretched smell, and wondered where it was coming from. Then, later in the night, you could hear these three words as clear as possible.

"You stink, Mungo."