this is the cats chapter that i wrote. yeah, i know. the first chapter was pretty good but i won the word battle. 1,315 words in 30 mins. beat that. not really, but you get my jist. so i guess i should state loving reviews for TWILIGHTSLITTLEANGEL go here. yeah. i know. now, dont flame but leave me a loving review, because if you know anything about things, you should tell me what the name of Snotlout's dragon is. if you do and i google the answer or ask Pontiac, i will give you virtual cookies. if not, pontiac and i will share them. omnomnom...c is for cookie and thats good enough for me...read and review if you want something awesome to happen!

While Dragon and Toothless were having their lovely little game in the water, there were some very familiar characters being awesome at their home, the jellicle junkyard. Though the lot were bouncy, Munkustrap was able to calm them down as he had a very important announcement.

"Pouncival put that down and leave poor Electra alone. Listen up you little ones, Gus is going to be super nice and we are going on a field trip to the theatre. He wants you guys to watch a very good musical that he sometimes wishes to be in. now if you don't behave while we are there, I will give you to Jennyanydots and I am sure she has something for you to do." All of the cats in the vicinity agreed.

Soon they were on their way to the theatre to watch a very good performance, called Wicked. Most of the cats were falling in love with the idea of this place called Oz, and most of the queens seemed to love Fiyero. When it had finished, Gus took them behind the stage into one of the bigger hiding spots so they could watch what went on behind the stage after the show. They spotted many bottles of wine, a few select alcoholic beverages, and no catnip.

This trip had no real reason, other than the fact that they needed to get out of the junkyard for a minute or two. Watching a musical was the best way because it was air conditioned, there was music and dance for the cats to learn from, and then there were always such spectacular acts of wonderful proportions. Asparagus was nearing the end of his days, and so they thought that they would go and see a musical with him, one that he had always wanted to see. But that wasn't the one he wanted to see the most before he went up to the Heaviside layer.

On the walk back, the most curious and handsome cat in the junkyard, the Rum Tum Tugger, was having a very good conversation with his best friend Mistoffelees. They held no affection for each other, but they shared a den so that some of the couples of the junkyard could live together. So being smart, Mistoffelees divided the den into two halves, and one half was Tugger's and the other his.

"I think that Elphaba was the most bold." Mistoffelees stated. He was amazed when she sang the number Defying Gravity, how she had belted out the notes so boldly and made him feel great.

"Fiyero should really give me some grooming tips. Galinda should too. I wonder how she gets her hair to look so healthy. My mane is really drying up, and I don't know if it is the shampoo or the conditioner, or the hairbrush, that is inflicting this pain upon me."

"Tugger, I love you dearly as a friend but really? Do you have to worry about your mane? It's just an overgrown patch of fur on your body. How can you be so sure?"

"Shut up Misto. You are just jealous because I get all the queens and the one you like is supposedly mating with Plato. Plus, I think we are home now, and Munkustrap just screamed like a little girl, so we should go see what happened."

This statement just above made no sense because Tugger only knew how to thrust his hips, and to be overly egotistic about his self. The little IQ points in his head wore sparkly belts, and Mistoffelees knew that they were extinct except for the few that lived in a jar hidden in his biggest book of spells. If Mistoffelees had to die to keep those IQ points and brain cells alive, he would. This concept of being smart, for Tugger, was difficult.

They ran into the center of the junkyard, and saw on the big tyre a large, scaly, ugly, and huge creature sitting on it, squishing the special hat the Bustopher Jones usually sat on.

"Uncle Bustopher is going to kill me!" Mistoffelees screamed as he tried to scare away the large and ugly creature. Why it had to sit on the tyre and put its tail on the hat was unknown, but when Uncle came he expected the hat to sit on. Nothing else. "Bugger off, will you?" he yelled that the creature. It opened its huge jaws and blew a burst of fire at it so large that a few of the sparks got on Tugger's mane.

"Oh no! That stupid creature of life is trying to kill me! My mane is on fire! Misto help me!" Tugger screamed like a little girl running around in circles. He had his hands holding up his sparkly belt, and when he stopped flaming he did ac couple hip thrusts at the creature and went to go and find Munkustrap, who was off finding his mate, who was hiding from the creature thinking that it was something that Macavity had made.

While Tugger did that, Mistoffelees had all of his fur burned off down to the skin, and he looked rather funny. He was all pink, or was he supposed to be? Why was his skin green? He was so confused and lost that he just said 'screw the creature' and walked off to bed.

Little did they know that this creature, which they didn't really look at much due to its ugliness, had wings and therefore was a dragon. The most vital thing about dragons is that they don't like to be bugged excessively. Though they didn't know this, the dragon was from the Isle of Berk, and was very upset that his master had sent him there. Snotlout didn't really specify which wicked witch he wanted, and so the dragon learned that Wicked was showing in London, and so he just went there to find the witch. Then he realized that the cats might be the witch's cats, so he followed them.

Hopefully, those cats wouldn't be coming to bug him again. The small black and white one was nice, but he had very bad feeling about that big one with the mane and the shiny object. It took so much self-control not to jump out and steal that sparkly belt off of that cat's hip, but Snotlout had trained him not to touch shiny things.

The next day was rather exciting for the rest of the cats, as they were escorted to bed as soon as Munkustrap found the dragon. Given the circumstances, they had to let the kittens out to play, and no one could trust Tumblebrutus, Pouncival, and Alonzo near something that they shouldn't be near.

But nothing could have matched the humility that Mistoffelees and the mane-less Tugger walked into the center. Mistoffelees had used his magical powers to grow most of the hair back, but you could tell that he had neglected Tugger because he was screaming all night long. Since Tugger made a great deal, that if Misto didn't grow his mane back, he would have to go and ask Victoria to go and see a movie or something. Maybe another musical. But only if he didn't get his mane back. Mistoffelees was looking for Victoria.

"Torie?"

"Yeah?" Misto turned a shade of pink. Not as pink as Victoria, but pretty darn close.

"Do you think that you would like to catch a musical tonight with me? We can go see Cats or Les Miserables, up to you." Victoria's smile suddenly appeared on her face, and grew wide.

"Of course I would love to! Have I ever told you what a great friend you are?" she said as she led him to a clearing to practice dancing for the next jellicle ball. Mistoffelees heart sank a little bit.