guess what! i got off my lazy butt and wrote this in possibly under thirty mins. as i was away at THE AWESOMEST THING IN THE WORLD CALLED SOAR! so its a week and a half late. deal with it princess. so i dont own the characters. drat. i own the plot and most of hte idea. oh yeah...this might not corrospond well with teh last chapter...as i am kinda loopy (makes funny face)...read on and review!

Meanwhile, back at the junkyard, some of the cats were having issues. Some of them usually meant that Munkustrap was so under pressure that he could burst at any moment, without telling anyone. This landed him in Tugger's den with a prescription for catnip from Jenny.

"Can I ask why Jenny thinks I have catnip?" Tugger asked, carefully going through his boxes that he kept full with stuff. Like his bagpipes, and a very special comb just in case.

"Because she is always right. If you come out of your den happier and spunkier than usual after going in sulking, then she knows that you have either catnip or Bombalurina in your den." Munkustrap licked his paws nervously. "Oh my, where is Demeter! I need to find her, because she is in charge of Macavity detection. And then I need to find out somehow if Victoria, Pounce, Tumble, Etcetera and Electra will be able to make it back, as well as Mistoffelees. Tugger!"

The Maine Coon was approaching him with a small wad of leaves in his mouth. He was going to shove it into Munkustrap's mouth while he was ranting on from stress. "What? I am just doing what the doctor ordered. Now either continue ranting or open your mouth." Munkustrap shut up and opened his mouth. "Good big brother. Now chew and swallow, then you can leave. Remember though, don't do anything stupid." Tugger smirked, feeling a little smug. He didn't know if that was from the stash he kept when he was upset, or the party stash that was also spiked with something else.

Munkustrap, with the catnip in his esophagus, felt much more elated, and went out into the junkyard to find Demeter. He knew what he needed to do, and doing it without a chance of blowing up like a balloon was usually the good way to go.

"Demeter, the jellicle ball is coming up and I need you to keep your senses and eyes open for Macavity, can you do that?" she nodded and tried to walk away.

"Oh, and Demeter, do you want to be my date for the ball?" turning around, Demeter had a great grin on her face.

"H#() yeah!" and she pounced on him. Sure, Munkustrap loved her, but he never really did something like this. Soon they were wrestling and scarring every cat in the junkyard. But this wasn't as bad as Mistoffelees singing them a song stating that he does have a girlfriend, but she lives in Canada. Her name is supposedly Alberta and she lives in Vancouver, but that just was something that the kittens should have never seen.

While Munkustrap was high, he was known to do stupid things. Always, there was the wrestling. After that he would start blabbering stupid stuff, trying to give other tom's hugs and kisses, because he would speak his mind and proclaim that they all were too ugly for him. Things happened and most of the time they didn't work out quite well for anyone.

Subtle side effects soon started kicking in, but Demeter and Jennyanydots were already stressed out. Now that the ring leader was high because of them, and so one of them had to baby sit. For the both were very busy, they had Pouncival and Rumpus cat keep an eye out for him. This was almost the same amount of torture that would happen if you, the reader, were forced to listen to Friday by Rebecca Black for three hours continuous.

(party and party and party fun fun fun looking forward to the weekend. Today it is Friday)

Mistoffelees was off in his corner, sulking as ever. If Victoria was mating with Plato, then why was he still here? Maybe she did miss him, but it certainly didn't show. He loved her; don't let me get you wrong, just she was off limits now. Hastily as if in a race, he scratch a letter down onto a piece of wood that he had stolen from the oceans grasps.

"If you are reading this it must be because you missed me. Congratulations. Well, I love you, and that is about as much as I can scratch without crying and dying a little inside. I hope that you are happy with Plato though, as it seems that you forgot me as I forgot you. Stupid karma. Let it be known that if life gives you the option to sit out a dance, or submerse yourself into it, dance. And don't think about either, you silly queen. Make sure you dream with everything you have, and love with your all, because if I can't have it someone else should get to feel what I want(ed). I miss you too I guess, and remember those wise words.

p.s. if you want to go home, get the others and ask Dragon, Toothless and Hiccup if they are able to take you home.

Mistoffelees."

Wiping away a stray tear, he put the wood in his little bag he took with him everywhere and thought about how to fix a rather large nose. After few moment of thought, he had come up with something that just needed an onion, a pocket knife, and a mentally deranged person, as well as something only he knew of.

"Dragon! How delightful to see you." Snotlout cheerfully said with a fake smile as he was duct taped into a chair. Torturing poor cats was a really low stoop for him now.

"Stuff it you poo head. Now, don't be a hobo and delightfully hand over your knife." Without having any say, one of the two twins ripped it away from him. The rest of his class was sitting in the hall, as well as Stoick, and Mistoffelees. His friends were off entertaining all of the dragons with songs and dances that weren't being used in this coming ball.

Mistoffelees walked up and placed his hands on his head, trying to remember how he did it. Oh yes, he remembered quite well. In fact he took out a piece of wood that he had inscribed the instructions on because he couldn't do half the things on it.

First step; hit victim over the head with an onion that has a smiley face carved on it. Dragon took great joy in hitting him over the head as hard as she wanted.

Second step; use the mentally deranged person to distract himself as Mistoffelees performs a shrinking spell stolen from Harry Potter. So, as if on cue, Fishlegs started singing songs and dancing to keep Snotlout entertained.

Third step; take the remainder of Tugger's IQ points (or at least one of them) and stuff it up until it reaches the brain.

With all three steps completed, everyone was quite happy. In fact, they were rather excited. So happy and joyous that the stupidity problem was fixed that they went to thank Mistoffelees but instead they found just a small piece of wood with a thank you inscribed on it. Somewhere else on the island, a piece of wood landed on Victoria's head as she was doing the splits. Mistoffelees had gone home, or to the Land of Oz, and no one knew where that might be.