welcome to the last chapter. I loved writing. GIANT THANKYOUS TO THE REVIEWERS (if we had any) trust me though, i loved this. So fun. G'night. Love ya.

Munkustrap had just found a grey hair. It was almost normal for some cat to find one, but he was still young. Why did he get the grey hair? Because Mistoffelees had said that he'd be back in time for the jellicle ball, and they had a few hours to go. And instead of helping him set up, most of the cats were trying to teach Hiccup how to dance. Tugger had gone for the more original style of showing him how to swivel his hips, and Jennyanydots wanted him to be part of her cockroach dance. Victoria had gotten home with the help of Astrid, who was intent on not missing any of the action.

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Having a hard time of getting to the Emerald City, Fiyero had made them all stop in the middle of some random forest that was on the yellow brick road.

"At this rate we will never get there in time. I thought that one of you was magical." Dragon snorted and kicked Mistoffelees. Elphaba hung her head in shame. Snapping his fingers without anything to say, Mistoffelees transported them to the jellicle junkyard.

The first thing that they saw was a commotion of the first degree. Everyone was screaming at each other, and no one was standing still either. The junkyard was even messier than it was supposed to be. No one seemed to be getting along, and in the middle of this mess was Hiccup, Astrid, Blue, and, Toothless.

"We have two options right now. Leave them here and find some fast food, or help them." Dragon said in a monotone voice, and then popped a pink bubble with her gum.

"Where'd you get the gum?" Fiyero asked.

"It was in my pocket. No, you can't have some." She crossed her arms across her chest. Her hair was disheveled and she was still in a bad mood.

"I think we should go find some fast food. Elphaba put me in your backpack." Mistoffelees said. He didn't want to get into that mess.

A few lines of dialogue afterwards, Fiyero, Elphaba and Dragon were seated in the nearest McDonalds, eating hamburgers. Mistoffelees was eating the onion rings that Elphaba had put in her backpack for him to eat. Between bites of food, Fiyero and Elphaba had a conversation about something totally normal.

"How do we tell Galinda about how we are kind of dating, while I am dating her that won't make her mad?"

"What do you mean by 'we'?" Elphaba asked, tossing back her braid. Dragon was deeply reading the newspaper, though she didn't know what it was talking about. Who was Lady Gaga, and why was her meat dress a big deal? Dragon was also quite sure she had never tasted such fake cheese in her life.

"Well, I am not going to do this alone."

"Get Boq to do it with you. Boq likes Galinda. Galinda won't be too happy with me afterwards."

When they finished their meal, Dragon asked if they could go and visit West End, because she had heard good things about that place. That and she had seen some advertisements in the newspaper about new shows opening on it.

"Look at these classics! Rent, Legally Blonde, Sweeney Todd! Phantom of the Opera to Spamalot, I feel as if I am in heaven." Elphaba said dramatically, and hugged Fiyero. Some people stopped to stare at her skin color, and how their clothing was a little out of date, but they assumed that they were working on a photo shoot for some artist website. Just as they were doing that, a girl of medium high with arm warmers on came up to them.

"Can I take your pictures?"

"Why?" Fiyero asked, arching his eyebrow quizzically and making the girl laugh.

"Because I can't believe I have been this blessed to find the best cosplay ever!" She took out her phone and snapped a few pictures without their permission before saying thank you and walking away.

"What's cosplay?" Asked Dragon, as they walked back to the junkyard.

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Munkustrap had calmed down some of the junkyard. Bombalurina was yelling at Tugger for teaching Hiccup how to dance when they could be practicing their dance. Tugger was yelling at Hiccup for doing the hip swivels wrong. Victoria was getting yelled at by Etcetera for sleeping, and Electra was yelling at Etcetera for yelling at Victoria. A handful of toms were practicing what they were supposed to be dancing, and so they were being yelled at by Jennyanydots, who insisted that they did the cockroach dance with her. Telling everyone to go back into their dens and prepare for the ball there seemed to help.

Before he banished all of them away, he had asked some of the quieter toms, like Alonzo who was on protection duty, if they had seen Mistoffelees or Dragon or anyone that they might know.

"Sorry 'Straps. I think I might have seen Dragon, and two people that looked as if they were intense cosplay people, but I don't think that Mistoffelees was there."

"Erm…Alonzo, what is cosplay?" Munkustrap asked, hoping that he wouldn't sound as stupid as he had in his head.

"Hahahahaha…" Was the lovely reply, and as Alonzo's body shook with laughter, he walked away. Munkustrap needed to find that darn magical cat, and wasn't having any luck with it.

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"Let's go back to my den. I bet Tugger is out again. Besides, he has to go 'borrow' Bombalurina's shampoo so that he can look smashing."

"Sounds like a plan. Lead the way." Fiyero said, kicking a rock with his boot. Elphaba looked at him funny, before following Misto. Dragon had departed with them when they first re-entered the Junkyard. She wanted to make sure that Toothless and Hiccup were okay.

The den hadn't changed very much in the last 48 hours. Tugger had surely messed up his bed, because all of Mistoffelees' hard work was strewn all across the blankets that made up his bed. Someone had decided to give Tugger a mirror as well, so it was mounted on one of the walls and it was starting to make everyone feel uncomfortable. Not to mention there was also an outdated radio cranking out some scratchy pop tunes that no one could listen to without crying.

"How are we going to fit in there?" Elphaba asked, setting her backpack down. The black cloth had spots of duct tape on them and there was a pocket that had some earphones hanging out of it.

"I'll turn you both into Cats. How about that? You can turn back afterwards." Mistoffelees closed his eyes, waved his paws, and when he reopened them, there was a green and black spotted cat, and a cat with white pants. He wasn't really wearing pants; it just looked like it from the pattern of his fur. They all sat down in the den.

"Tonight is the jellicle ball, and I don't know if you two know how to dance." Mistoffelees said, frantically paging through one of his books.

"I can tango." Elphaba threw into the mix, remembering the time that she sang with Galinda about how Fiyero was just going to lead her on. It was a strange moment in her life, but altogether quite amusing because Galinda was drunk.

"And I think that I could probably catch on. No more magical spells for me." Fiyero said. He was the best dancer in all of Shiz, maybe Oz. That ought to have counted for something, right?

So they spent the next ten minutes chatting about how their dancing histories. Turns out the two Ozians could sing as well, which made Mistoffelees' job less complicated. Munkustrap would be making his rounds soon to get everyone out before the ball, so that they could go over protocol and such, so they didn't have much time. That's why Mistoffelees decided not to tell them that during the mating part of the dance, they better mate with each other. Someone knocked on the door.

"Misto?" A queen's voice said, sadly.

"Coming." A few more cats seemed to start whispering. She wasn't alone. Cautiously, Mistoffelees opened the door, only to see Victoria, with Etcetera and Electra not too far away.

"Oh Misto! I missed you." Victoria jumped on him, giving Misto a hug.

"That's right. Yup. Then why are you mating with Plato?" Mistoffelees asked gently pushing off a ball of teary, white fur.

"Because I was practicing so that I could do the dance with you. But then you decided that you needed a vacation, so I could never tell you the entire story."

"In that case, I'm sorry for being such a-a pain in the, what's the word-''

"Bum?" Victoria offered.

"Yeah. That. Now I have some company over right now so do you think that you can go along and tell Munkustrap that the mating dance is on?" Victoria's face suddenly became over washed with sorrow, once again.

"It's too late now. Munkustrap has already planned it in. But he promised me it didn't mean anything." Misto lightly kissed her on the cheek, not noticing that Fiyero and Elphaba were watching from behind, and they were sighing.

"Look at him, such a hopeless romantic." Fiyero gushed.

"And you aren't? That's rich coming from the guy who is secretly dating his girlfriend's best friend." Fiyero was so tempted to slap Elphaba.

"Did you hear what he said about the mating dance? I'm sort of worried."

"Calm down Fiyero. Worst comes to worst, we end up doing the dance together and you can tell one heck of a story to Galinda to explain why you two broke up."

"HEY!"

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Most of the cats were assembled in the main part of the junkyard, sitting on various items; other cats, pieces of garbage, a giant chair, refrigerators, and stacks of newspapers. That could only mean one thing. Munkustrap was getting all the cats out of the house. This was a life or death situation. If you were at death's door, you were excused but other than that, you had no reason to miss the protocol of the Jellicle Ball.

"Get to the set up!" Munkustrap yelled at some toms, and they ran. He went up to Tugger's den. Mistoffelees hadn't shown up yet, and so Munkustrap had given up all hope.

Tugger had arrived back at the den a few minutes before this moment in time, because Bomba had kicked him out. He had no problem sharing a den with Elphaba and Fiyero for a few hours, and they all were having a great time. It was as if Misto had never left. No one else really knew for sure if Misto was home, and no one had enough balls to go and see if he was home. So it remained a mystery.

"Tugger, time for protocol. This year I made sure there are no loopholes- Misto!" Munkustrap said happily, as he walked into the den. He didn't knock all the time, and this was one of those times. He had seen the worst of it all. Between Bomba and Tugger getting it on, to Mistoffelees accidentally turning himself into a girl, he had seen it all.

"'Ello. Munk, do you think its okay that my friends can stay for the ball? I will take responsibility for them."

"Okay. Only if you go to protocol right now!"

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Dragon had success in finding Hiccup, and Toothless, as well as Astrid and Blue. They were sitting behind some great set of bookshelves, and were playing cards. Toothless had her dagger in his harness, and Hiccup had put on a hat. Things must have gotten real exciting when she was away. Considering the fact that no one had noticed she was standing right there.

"Hello? Bonjour? Hola? Alo? Γεια σας?" She asked. It was quite handy she knew some languages, compared to maybe Astrid, who only took the time to learn English.

"Oh, nice to see you there Dragon." Hiccup said blandly, in that famous sarcastic voice. She walked over to him and promptly stole his hat and put it on.

"Now you aren't getting your hat back." She said, sticking out her tongue and going over to give Toothless a hug.

"I missed you the most lil' buddy."

"Sadly, I'm not little." Toothless said back.

Munkustrap didn't bug them about the Jellicle Ball. There was no way that they would make it less chaotic, so he kicked them out in the nicest way possible. They were due to leave in the morning though.

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"Munk, the ball is about to begin." Demeter said, as they got into place. They seemed to be preforming for no one. It was going to be amazing, just no one would really witness it apart from the Everlasting God, and maybe the drunk people down the street. Elphaba and Fiyero were told by Tugger that they had to mate, since they were new cats, and so they looked at each other and Elphaba had laughed. Fiyero slapped her this time though.

"I know. Go to your place. You go on first, remember."

The rest of the Jellicle Ball was a grand thing to see. They sang and danced in such perfection that it seemed almost all of Munkustrap's screaming didn't need to be used. Tugger was silly once again, but Fiyero was his partner in crime. Elphaba seemed to have run into a wall afterwards. So did other various cats. When Old Deuteronomy dropped in, things seemed to get really quiet but gracefully planned out. Everyone did the same thing, so it looked like planned chaos. Even the Vikings that were watching thought it was pretty cool.

When Victoria did her dance, Mistoffelees jumped in and helped with the introduction to the official start of the ball, and it made everyone happy and excited. During the mating dance, Mistoffelees sat in a corner with no one, and watched as Plato smiled at him like the evil b-tard he was. Soon the clock struck midnight somewhere in London, and it was time to start thinking about the cat that would be sent up to the Heaviside layer. Gus tried again, even more sick than before. He went up to the Heaviside layer, and no one really mourned him either. He had gotten rather stupid and bipolar in his old age.

"You know what? You are just so aggravating. If I had opposable thumbs I would have killed you a while ago!" Screeched Jellylorum near the end of the ball, and so they all thought that they would do everyone a favor and send Gus up.

After the Jellicle Ball there were two different goodbyes, one to the Vikings, which were probably going to visit during Christmas and bring a roast pig or something, and the Ozians. Everyone thought that it was the end of the world though, so it was all good. At the end of the night there were six goodbye parties, four catnip sightings, five grow-ops started for catnip, three impregnated queens, and four impregnated toms. Things kind of got messy.

"Thank you for putting up with all of my B.S." Mistoffelees sincerely said to Astrid when she came to say goodbye.

"You are most welcome. Y'know there was a time when I was romantically challenged. Now I'm dating someone who is even more romantically challenged." They both laughed. Blue hopped up behind Astrid and gently nudged her in the back.

"We're getting ready to go. Don't worry. I'll miss you Misto." As Astrid walked back to Blue, she yelled at her dragon, and started to gather up the rest of the Vikings, even though there were only three others.

Victoria walked up behind Mistoffelees. "Is it my turn to apologize yet?"

"No, it isn't. Wait a little bit. Go bug Tugger." Hiccup, Toothless, and Dragon all started on their way to the black tom, who was attempting to blow up a grow-op.

"Well, it was great meeting you Misto. We'll come back to visit in December or whatever you call it here."

"Sounds good Hiccup." There was a mushroom cloud over the once existing grow-op. Dragon sniffled.

"Bye Misto. See ya."

"I'll see you too." Misto went to give her a partial sign of affection, as much as a Cat could, but she was off in the air as soon as he turned around.

Later that night, Mistoffelees was at Tugger's second party, as request of Munkustrap. Everyone was making him mad, and so he was threatening to make some of the toms queens and the queens toms. It didn't work, because that is how we got four impregnated toms. Alonzo was talking about something to do with Cosplay, and Munkustrap was out being an old tom. So Mistoffelees went back to his den, where Fiyero and Elphaba were.

"I hope you guys will have a safe trip home." Mistoffelees said, after changing them back into humans.

"We will. Also, let it be known that we will always remember you." Elphaba said, scratching him underneath his chin.

"But if I die, make sure that you don't come to Oz looking for my killer." Fiyero laughed, and Elphaba hit him.

"Just because we are partially dating doesn't mean you have to crack stupid jokes and I have to laugh."

Mistoffelees was excited for the happy couple. They really liked each other and he supposed that was a good thing.

"Goodbye Mistoffelees!" Elphaba called as they walked to the gates of the Junkyard and transported themselves back to Shiz. Mistoffelees ran up to the highest peak of the entire junkyard. Everything was happy, and well, and no one was really having issues. Except maybe those pregnant toms, but that was their problem. Just as Mistoffelees was on the edge of sleep, he heard someone walking up to him.

"Can I apologize now?" Victoria asked, lying down beside him.

"I guess."

"Sorry for being a total idiot and causing more heartache than I probably should. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if you turned out gay because of me. In fact, I don't think you deserve me. Maybe Tugger would be a better mat-"

"Victoria, what do you mean that you think I might be gay? I'm not because I'm pretty sure that I love you." Victoria snuggled into him.

"One last question before I go to sleep." Victoria said, tired.

"Ask away."

"What is Cosplay?" Far away, Alonzo started laughing.

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This story has been the very loose accounts of the epic tales that Munkustrap had told me personally, after I viciously forced him to listen to 'Friday' by Rebecca Black. We just sort of exaggerated some parts of it, but no worries. It isn't going to harm you. It's not like everyone knows that you can achieve going back to Viking times while in the 21st century. Once again, this is very loose and shouldn't be taken very seriously. Remember, we are fanfiction authors.

But really, does anyone apart from me know what Cosplay is?

"No, they don't. It's just you and me on this one, Twilla." Alonzo laughed.

THIS IS THE END.