so i have not updated in a while. oh well, suck it. i was busy graduating grade eight with five special awards being in the top ten percent and being smart. so i guess i should dedicate this to those in North Dakota who are swimming, not just physically. they do flood often. also, i love you all who review and so yall know Pontiac1968 (i think) gets the magical cookies. so along with the show right? well let it be known that there is some sad stuff in here, and some Les Mis (i saw the 25th anni preformance with all 4 valjeans) and then a special guest appearence happens. does anyone know where i can get myself some green facepaint? HEY BARBIE! (said in lil wayne's squeaky voice)...

Tim, the church cat, was nothing like you might have thought. Though his first impression was him as a quiet cat, which didn't do much, it was off by a ton of things. Firstly, he loved sugar. Giving it to him was like lighting a time bomb up, but never the less, he liked sugar. One cookie kept him going for days on end, with no chances of being stopped, just like Mungojerrie's farts.

On one particular day, Tim was out of the practicing loop for a while, and so he went to find lunch in town because he could. And he knew where a very generous hotel was, and they threw out perfectly good cookies so that he could have them. That may not have been the reason, but they still were perfectly good cookies. So Tim being Tim, he ate the cookies. All six of them.

Those who eat lots of sugar in a confined time all know that you will be bouncy until you crash and become the most irritable cat in the world. Eating cookies wasn't something that they had made a law against yet, so to Tim it was okay. Back at the junkyard they were wondering where Tim might have gone, as they needed him to practice his little segment of the Ball.

You might have guessed that they all groaned in unison when they saw Tim bounce back into the Junkyard, and started dancing and singing as loudly and wildly as possible. The younger ones thought that he was on catnip, but the older ones knew better. Sugar was always the answer for Tim. Whilst dancing around like an idiot, he had a great idea. He was going to grow sugar cane in the junkyard.

Meanwhile, the tribe was widely unaware that there were two sister cats, Christina and Cassandra, sitting at the gate so that they could learn something. Of course, now that they saw that most of the cast there were officially part of the Seven Wonders of the World, natural and man-made. If Munkustrap was in his right mind, he might have noticed them, but right now he was curled up in a corner taking a well-deserved nap and leaving Nana in charge of the junkyard for the next eight hours.

Being as awesome as she was, Nana caught up to the two sisters that had turned tails and ran for the sake of their sanity, or what was left of it. Being awesome was hard work, as when she had finally caught up to the sisters, she was huffing and puffing like there was no tomorrow. Leading them back to the junkyard after apologizing for Tim's rather childlike behaviour, she caught her breath and at the gateway Munkustrap was awake and dazed.

"So Tim scared away two queens. How?" he said eyeing the two queens who looked like they had seen death.

"He had six cookies that he found outside of a hotel in the garbage." Munkustrap slapped his palm to his face. A ruckus began in the junkyard after he did that, as if they wanted him to blow.

Almost in a whisper, Munkustrap told them that they could stay the night or until he got around to finding out if they were worth the trouble. Being cats, the consumption of caffeine was dangerous and sugar was almost identical to catnip, and so Munk was screwed for being awake. Yay.

(I am a line break, hear me roar.)

Christina and Cassandra were sisters, Cassandra being the oldest and Christina the youngest. Neither of them knew their mom, so they didn't know if they had some younger sisters, or older sisters. But what they heard from their dad, made them not really want to meet her. They did remember a few of their dad's short lived romances and knew that if they ever did that, he would skin them.

A few weeks ago they had gone their separate ways, and then only hours later realized that they needed each other. Not to say they didn't love their dad, they just didn't want to stick around anymore. Then some cat named Devon ran up to them and told them to go to the Jellicle junkyard where it's safe. He looked like a crazy, and maybe because he stuck around the junkyard for a while.

As you might know, there was already a cat named Cassandra at the junkyard, and she wasn't very happy about having someone with the same name in the junkyard for any amount of time, so she was going to raise h%$# for Munkustrap until she is the only Cassandra in the junkyard.

Demeter didn't like this plan as much though. There once was a time when she could spend time with him without having to worry about the ball, or anything along those lines. She missed her tom, her protective one that loved her as much as she loved him. Sitting on the edge of the junkyard with her four little kittens alone didn't help her emotional state of mind. There was only one way out, by song. Sometimes it calmed her down.

"There was a time, when men were kind

And their voices were soft

And their words were inviting

There was a time, when love was blind

And the world was a song

And the song was exciting

There was a time it all went wrong"

She missed Munkustrap more than her life. There was a time when men were kind, now they just ate sugar and stressed her love more and more than necessary.

"I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high and life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving"

She still did dream that God would be forgiving for the junkyard and what goes on there, and that life will remain worth living for her love.

"Then I was young and unafraid

And dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung, no wine untasted"

Being younger, she had always went out with Bombalurina and they had so much fun, then after Macavity's attack on her soul, she had changed.

"But the tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder

As they turn your hope apart

As they turn your dreams to shame" A stronger, male voice sang out strongly.

She sang in reply. "He slept a summer by my side

He filled my dreams with endless wonder

He took my childhood in his stride

But he was gone when autumn came"

Munkustrap did spend a summer with her, and then she was kidnapped and couldn't spend much more time with him, unless she had night terrors.

"And still I dream he'd come to me

That we would live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be

And there are storms we cannot weather"

Demeter did feel like living and being Munkustrap's mate was a dream. This had to be one of those storms that were going to take a toll on their strong love, but how deep would the wound be? She planned on spending her entire life with him, and that was partially corrupt when Macavity decided to step in. why had she been as vulnerable as a young one? That male voice sang the last part, so strongly and beautiful that she had almost cried. Her kittens were sleeping, and Alana had woken up to listen to her mom sing briefly before she fell asleep.

"I had a dream my life would be

So different from the hell I'm living

So different now from what it seemed

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed"

Munkustrap walked to her, out from behind the garbage. He nuzzled her rather lovingly, and they both knew that without that touch neither of them would have made it very long alone. Without each other, they didn't stand a chance. The kittens sensed that their dad was there, and so they all snuggled closer to the happy couple now sitting together overlooking the town of London.

"How did you know I was going to be here?" Demeter asked, wondering how he possibly knew that she would be sitting somewhere new.

"How could you lose someone who sings so beautifully? If you didn't want me to come I can leave though."

"No, don't go yet. I know that you need sleep and some help and I am willing to help you with that." Demeter looked at her mate rather confident that he would let her help.

"I won't let you do that, and you know it. It's too stressful and I don't want to have to worry about the kittens. I don't want them to get corrupted at such a young age." Demeter's facial expression lessened from a great smile to a small pout. Tonight was going to be a long night.

"Munk, you have two cats for trial tomorrow, go and get some of that foreign good called sleep. I will watch the kittens." Being smarter than usual that moment, he decided to listen to his mate's advice.

(Just when you thought I was going to end the chapter I surprised you)

Tumble, Pounce, Alonzo, Ethan, John, and a handful of the queens were sitting together being as stupid as possible. It was supposed to be a game of spin the bottle, but that idea was murdered, then it was supposed the be a game of truth or dare but the game martyred itself, and now they were playing would you rather.

"Alana, would you rather have to be forced to listen to that human Justin Bieber for an hour, or have to have an arranged mating with one of us toms?" asked Alonzo, who was rumoured to like Alana.

"I do like Justin Bieber." She said rather happily. Then she looked around and she saw something very, very epic. "Hey look, its Leigh-Ann and Josh! That's where he went. Oh. Don't they make a cute couple?" a vast majority of the cats in the vicinity agreed.

It had been a few days, maybe a week, and Megan had died. But they were still going. They were going to be strong people and not back down. As they sat down again from gazing at the happy couple, they were joined by a human, and a funny one at that.

"Oh my shiz!" The green one yelled. Then she quieted herself. As you smarter people, or as I lovingly will put it, people of higher musical knowledge that enables them to be awesome, this was Elphaba from Wicked. She was running from Galinda and one of her make over things. This time, it was for Fiyero so she had a very good reason to hide.

Pouncival knew his musicals very well, and knew who this was as he liked to follow or stalk Asparagus when he could. This was the Elphaba or the Wicked Witch of the West, and therefore a very awesome person. "Elphaba, may I call you Elphie? You are in the wrong musical, sorry."

"I don't care right now. Galinda is trying to attack me with pink, sparkly things all for the sake of Fiyero and I don't stand for it. Who are you anyways?" Most of the cats put on their 'OMG' faces.

"Well, this is Ethan, Tumble, Alonzo, Alana, Etcetera, Electra, John, Jemima, Rumpleteazer, and I am Tumble. We are Jellicle cats and this is our junkyard and we are preparing for the Jellicle ball that happens when the moon is full."

"Cool, I think that I would like to be a cat. Now could you be a dear and show me to the nearest hiding spot that I could maybe fit in?" the cats happily took in the refuge and learned many things, not as much as John did when he learned how to harness his powers better. But it didn't occur to them that they should tell Munkustrap.