"Hey, Bill-Bailey!" a cream, white, and black-coloured adolescent tom called from the dumpster bin. "Check out all this neat trash! Honestly, who knew humans would throw so much away? We could make quite a stash."

But his brown-and-white littermate wasn't listening. Instead, he was sitting there thoughtfully, watching the cars go by. Of course, being such a chaotic young cat, it was rare he ever did such a thing. Yet, something about those cars seemed to really catch his attention.

"...BB? Is there something interesting you see?"

"Pouncival…do you think we could get that old car in the Yard to work?" he asked. "With some electricity and fuel, I bet we could get it to perk. Humans drive these all the time. I want to drive one too, I bet it would be fine. Just as soon as we can get it to jerk."

"Hm, I suppose I've never thought about that." He jumped down next to him. "Perhaps we could ask Mr. Mistoffelees, the conjuring cat."

"No," the elegant, sparkling black tom glared at them.

"Why not?" Bill-Bailey asked, somewhat disappointed. "You're the great magical Mr. Mistoffelees, a big-shot!"

"Certainly, I could, but that doesn't mean I should." He waved them off. "You both smell awful, and I won't help you engage in anything unlawful. Off to a bath you go!" With a zap of his paws, the two toms found themselves gasping and coughing from the smoke. Well, at least they were cleaner, now. With a scoff, the aloof tom trotted away over one of the many scrap piles.

"Fine. We'll just have to get it ourselves," Bill-Bailey said as he shook shook himself. "How hard could it be? All we'd have to do then is sneak some power from Macavity."

"Have you gone mad?!" Pouncival snapped. "Mum would kill us if she knew we were anywhere near our dad!"

"Oh, Pouncival, don't be so grim, maybe we won't have to be the ones to go anywhere near him. With a call and a yelp, I can think of some friends who might want to help."

"Alright, I'd betcha we could do it. It would only take a minute," the calico tom nodded.

"Just one question-" his twin sister continued, "-what's in it for us? That's what we really need to discuss."

"Perhaps the two of you would like to tag along, in our joyride that would go on rather long." Bill-Bailey suggested.

"Hm, that does sound like fun..." the female of the two commented.

"In that case, consider it done!" the male stood up. "Rumpleteazer?" he raised an eyebrow mischievously.

"Mungojerrie?"

"Away we go! The dynamic duo combo!"

"Ahem."

"Oh, and you two too."

"Don't think we would've forgotten about you, do you?"