Before I begin this chapter, I would like to put in the speech I was thinking of today. I apologize for not putting this in the last chapter- I was too busy thinking, "OMG! I POSTED THE WRONG THING!!"

Ahem. I would like to thank my wonderful reviewers, Ljuba and Roselna, for alerting me to the problem. I was half-asleep when I posted, and made a mistake. Because you alerted me to the problem, I thought, "Hm… maybe I should check this out, just in case…" And it turns out that it was Chapter 2 of Ghost Whispers.

Oops is an understatement here.

Thank you once again for alerting me to the problem. I hope you enjoy this chapter, although it's a bit of a filler chapter.

Disclaimer: See Chapter 2. (The proper one. Not the mistake one.)

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"Boy!" The commanding voice of Bustopher Jones snapped Coricopat out of his daydream.

"Yes, Father?"

"I am going to be holding an event here tomorrow to celebrate both my election to the Board of Councilors, and that little competition Junkyard Recordings is holding. I would like you and your sister to help Szobalány prepare the food." Coricopat sighed. He hated kitchen duty, although Szobalány, their Hungarian maid, was always fun to be around.

"Yes, Father."

"I am inviting the other prominent Councilors, and the children from the district schools. I want you to be on your best behavior."

"So I'm not allowed to dump the fish into the swimming pool and pretend that I'm snorkeling in Florida again?"

"No, you are not. That incident was an acute embarrassment to me."

"It probably wouldn't have been as embarrassing if the mayor hadn't tripped and fell onto a moray eel. How was I supposed to know it would bite part of his ear off?" Bustopher frowned at him.

"Perhaps if you had done some research on moray eels-"

"Perhaps you shouldn't have bought a moray in the first place!" Corico argued. "Besides, I did do research on them! They're perfectly harmless unless aggravated! Therefore, it was the mayor's fault-"

"He wouldn't have fallen on an eel if you hadn't placed it there at all!" Bustopher roared. "Go! Now! Kitchen duty!" Grumbling slightly, Coricopat exited to go help cook food.

~*~

The Jones estate was frequently described as large and ostentatious. Jemima thought that these two words suited it perfectly when she arrived for the party the next day.

"Hello, Madame; may I take your coat?" Coricopat asked in a posh British accent as she walked through the door.

"I don't have a coat, silly," she giggled. "It's spring."

"You must be mistaken, Madame," the tom asked, still using his best Queen's English accent, "My name is not silly; it is Jeeves. And the Master instructed for me to take beautiful young ladies coats, and you certainly fit the bill." He winked at her, and turned to an important politician who was walking through the door.

"Hello, Madame; may I take your coat?" The large, imposing man glared at him. Coricopat smiled innocently.

"He was like this last time, too," Tantomile whispered to her. The female twin was dressed in a slightly gothic-looking black gown. Her hair was tied back to disguise her emo-ish hairstyle.

"What did he do?" Jemima inquired, curious.

"He dumped Father's exotic fish tank into the pool, put on a snorkel and flippers, and pretended to go snorkeling."

"That must have been funny," Jemima said.

"It was- until the mayor tripped onto an eel, and had some of his ear bitten off."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. The worst part was when my beloved brother told him that he could win a Vincent van Gogh look-alike contest now. The mayor wasn't impressed, to say the least."

"I could imagine. Are the others here yet?"

"Electra is looking at the library, and Misto hasn't arrived yet. You might be interested in the fish tank through here…" Jemima was led into a large room. About half of the room was filled with a gigantic fish tank.

"Tanto, that isn't a fish tank!" Jemima exclaimed. "That's a private aquarium!" Tantomile laughed.

"I know," she replied. "We tried to get Father to buy a great white and a cage so we could go shark diving. He didn't find it funny."

~*~

As the party wore on into the night, Jemima had to listen to several politicians make big, fancy-sounding speeches.

"And now, I would like to thank Junkyard Recordings for offering my precious children the chance to win a college scholarship," Bustopher announced, pulling his two "precious children" into a bone-crushing, obviously fake, hug.

"Save me," Corico mouthed. Jemima tried not to giggle.

"And, just to prove how far they've come musically, I've asked them to perform a song for us with their little friends."

This, apparently, was a surprise to the twins. However, after making sure that it was okay with CFBE, they complied.

"Cori… what are you doing?" Electra asked. Coricopat was over by the pool talking to Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer.

"Discussing copyright issues," he stated simply. "Do you know how to play Jerrie and Teazer's song?" They nodded.

"Good," the tom stated. "Tanto, come with me. You guys can start whenever you're ready."

Confused, Jemima gave a count-off, and they started to play Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer's song. Corico and Tanto crept onto stage when they were supposed to, and began to sing.

"Coricopat and Tantomile

We're a notorious couple of cats!

As knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians,

Tight-rope walkers and acrobats!

We have an extensive reputation,

We make our home on the Jones estate,

But that's merely our center of…" They tried to quickly think of a suitable word. "Recreation,

And we continually make everyone late!

If the third-floor window was found ajar,

Or the whole house looked like a field of war,

If several tiles came loose from the roof,

Which presently ceased to be waterproof,

If Plato has on his nose a welt," The cat in question rubbed his sore nose.

"Or someone stole Tugger's infamous belt,

Or after supper, Mayor van Deer-" That was the mayor, judging from the title.

"Is suddenly missing a piece of his ear." The mayor scowled at them. The duo smiled.

"Then the family would say- 'It's that horrible cat!'

It was Coricopat or Tantomile-

But it most likely was Coricopat!" Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were trying not to laugh at the improvised version of their song… especially because the other twins were still wearing their formal outfits while singing and dancing (hence the reason why Tanto wasn't doing cartwheels.)

"Coricopat and Tantomile

Have an unusual gift of the gab.

We're absolutely terrible cat burglars,

And remarkably bad at smash-and-grab.

We make our home on the Jones estate

We have no regular occupation

We're suspicious fellows who like to engage

A scowling policeman in conversation!

When the Joneses assembled for Sunday dinner,

Their minds made up that they won't get thinner,

On Argentine joint, potatoes and greens,

Szobalány'd appear from behind the scenes,

And say in a voice trying not to laugh,

'I would like to say, on behalf of the staff,

The food was somehow stuffed in a vat.'

And the family would say, 'It's that horrible cat!

It was Coricopat or Tantomile!'

But most of the time, they left it at that.

Coricopat and Tantomile

Have a terrible way of fighting a lot.

And some of the time you would say it was strange,

When we cooperated to stuff you in a pot." One of the butlers winced at the memory.

"We go through the school like a hurricane,

And no sober teacher could take his oath.

'Was it Coricopat or Tantomile?'

Or could you have sworn that it mightn't be both?

And when you heard a pool-side SPLASH!

And down came the mayor with a loud crash.

Or from the school you heard a loud scream-

Someone was hurt by the annoying team!" The two looked at each other.

"We didn't mean to break her leg! I promise!"

"Then the family would say, 'Now, which was which cat?'

It was Coricopat or Tantomile-

But it most likely was Coricopat!" They finished with a bow. Nobody clapped, although most of the kids wanted to.

"What?" Corico asked. "Was it not funny enough?" Bustopher Jones' face turned from the purplish color it had been throughout the song into a crimson red.

"Out," he growled.

"But Father, you didn't specify what you wanted us to sing-"

"Get out!" They frowned and exited the area.

~*~

"Cori? Tanto?" Jemima asked, looking around. The three other members of Confused Flower Beetle Epiphany had been searching for the twins since their song ended.

"Tanto's inside, reading," a voice whispered. Jemima looked up into a tree, where Cori- having changed into more comfortable clothes- was sitting on a sturdy bough. He sighed.

"No matter what I do to try and please him, it never works. I've just stopped trying."

"Who?"

"Father."

"Oh. I don't think anyone but himself pleases him, actually," Misto offered.

"Wow, thanks a lot," Corico drawled sarcastically. "That makes me feel so much better." He seemed to calm down a bit. "The only reason he adopted us in the first place was for the improved PR."

"You're adopted?" Electra asked.

"Yeah. Wasn't it obvious? I mean, Misto looks more like him than I do!"

"Hey!" the Conjuring Cat complained.

"Not that I'm saying you're fat or anything," Coricopat amended. "But it's true."

"So… where are you originally from?" Jemima inquired.

"Well, look at the time!" Cori said hurriedly, glancing at his wrist. "I think the party's over. Your parents will be looking for you. Are we still on for practice tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Misto agreed. "Although we can't really practice yet, because we haven't thought of a song."

"True. Well, bye guys!" Coricopat gave an overly-cheerful wave, and Jemima, slightly confused by his odd behavior, decided to leave it until the next day. After all, her parents were looking for her.

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As I said, this one's kinda filler-ish. But it'll kinda be the basis for some character-building in a few chapters… plus, I just really wanted to put in Cori and Tanto's version of "Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer." Did you like it? Did you not? Review!