I'm Bee-ack! Well… here ya go –dashes out before readers realize how long she's been gone-

Marius was practically climbing up the wall in his panic, through the holes in the door he could see the green eyes of the puma fixated on his throat. On top of all his stress and fear the monkey was screaming, pulling his hair and scratching his neck. He had many things to fear, the panther that had nearly succeeded in breaking down the door and that his land lady would find his milk white and urine soaked corpse ripped to pieces so he did the only thing that he could have done; leapt out the window.

"Aaaaaaaah!" he and his monkey screamed as they hurdled towards the earth, thankfully Marius had regained enough of his senses to grab at the wall and his foot met an uneven brick, breaking his fall. ((OOC INPUT! "As they hurdled towards the earth, thankfully, inspector Javert was below them, he broke their fall thus ending his life "gee thanks mister.. mister?"))

The lawyer shakily climbed down and sat on the ground.

"Marius!" someone called. He looked up and leaning out the window was Courfeyrac. "Why did you jump out the window?" Corsica leapt onto the window sill next to him.

"The cougar!"

"Huh?"

"Oh God!" Marius leapt to his feet and ran towards the café.

"No, Marius, wait!" He looked at Corsica, "We'll catch up to him later."

"Courfeyrac! What the hell's all that noise?" The land lady hammered on the door, "You better pray to whatever God you pray to that there is no damage in that room!" Courfeyrac glanced around the room at the ruined door and torn bed sheets. "Oh boy."

Meanwhile

Prouvaire all but skipping towards the café with his poodle; let's move on to someone interesting.

Someone Interesting

Combeferre was the second to arrive at the meeting the first being Joly.

"Hello, Combeberre how dar you?"

"Caught another cold, Joly?"

"Yeb." He sniffled and looked at the parrot on his shoulder, "Prebby birb, where'd dou find him?"

"I bought this miserable creature from some man in a tent."

"He boesn't deem dat bad"

"He's exhausted from his last screaming fit."

It was then that Jehan all but skipped inside.

"Hello world!"

"Gah! A Dog!" Joly said as he pressed his hankie against his nose and mouth, "I'm allergic!" Jehan took a far seat far from everyone and patted Quill on the head.

The next few events were quite bewildering to everyone present. Fuielly somewhat wandered in and directly behind him was a hysterical Marius, then Bahorel, Grantaire and lastly Courfeyrac (making Marius even more hysterical).

"Are we all here?" Combeferre did a quick head count and wasn't surprised when he didn't see a bald one, "Bahorel, Grantaire… has anyone seen Enjolras?"

"He's not here?" Feuilly asked.

"But, he's never missed a meeting." Courfeyrac said, tossing Corsica a croissant.

"Well, that seals it, he's dead." Grantaire said dismally.

"What?" Combeferre looked at him disbelievingly.

"Apollo wouldn't miss a meeting, the only way he would was if he was dead, so there you have it."

Combeferre shook his head, "Calm down everyone just—"

Just then, the sound of a trumpeting elephant filled the air; it was followed shortly by a thud and a painful groan.

"What in heaven's name-?" A colorless Marius crept close to the door only to be nearly barreled into by Enjolras.

The young man was quite disheveled! Shirt torn, collar up, hair in face, seemed to be missing an ear, dirt smeared across his cheeks and forehead, and very out of breath. You get the picture!

" Oh, you aren't dead, Apollo?" Grantaire asked.

Enjolras breathlessly shook his head as he slammed the door shut. "Not yet."

"Well, what happened?" Combeferre asked, pushing him into a chair.

"Some freak in a tent gave me an elephant." Enjolras swept a head through his hair in an attempt to get it out of his eyes but when he pulled back a muddy hand he discreetly wiped it on Marius' turned back. ((E.G: lawls)) "He apparently likes necks." that being said, he flipped his collar back down and revealed wide red marks.

"Ooh. Where is that brute now?" Jehan asked, absently petting Quill.

"Uh, outside. . . I don't know, it let go and I ran," He shrugged and stood, "I'm sorry I'm late, but, when there's an elephant after your hide; one doesn't really have time to think of previous plans." He then took a moment to scan the room and noticed the population of animals in the room was 5x what they were 3 days ago, "Where did these animals come from! Wait, let me guess; freak in a tent?"

Courfeyrac nodded, "My landlady won't let me keep Corsica in the room without me being there, and Lynnette left me for someone younger."( ((OOC Input! -He glared at Jehan, who was currently playing with Quill, shrugged, "She came onto me, bro,"))) The young womanizer frowned and looked gloomily out the window.

Feuilly smiled and pulled Warsaw from his pocket, where he was happily snoozing, and held him up, "This is Warsaw! He sleeps in my pocket so I don't have to buy a bed." He stroked the ferret's fuzzy head, "The man said something about rabies…"

Marius sighed dejectedly and pointed to the monkey on his shoulder, "This is Pinchy, he hates me and nearly got me killed. He has, however, made a hobby of trying to eat my ears and won't get off my shoulder."

"Pinchy?" Enjolras asked.

"Yeah, walk past my chair." Marius gestured for him to do so.

Enjolras did as he was told and as he passed, the monkey reached over and pinched his bottom.

"Oh sh—!" Enjolras leapt just about 3 feet in the air.

Courfeyrac laughed, "Pinchy's an excellent name for him, Marius!"

"And Corsica's an excellent name for her, Courfeyrac."

"What about that bird?" Enjolras asked Combeferre.

The young man frowned slightly, "Aristotle won't get off my shoulder either, and I think he was raised by sailors, see watch." Combeferre turned his head to face the sleeping bird, "Aristotle, Aristotle?" The bird, now roused from his slumber, whistled in response, "Good birdie! Now, 'the rain in Spain stays mainly on the?'"

The fowl let loose such a loud and long string of profanities that even Bahorel covered his ears.

"Jeez . . ." Enjolras murmured, blinking hard.

"Jeez! Jeez! Jeez!" Aristotle squawked happily into Combeferre's ear.

Just then Bossuet strolled in, Cuddles right behind him, "Good evening, fellows!"

The Amis recoiled at the sight of the full-grown bear.

"Oh sh*&!" Bahorel yelled.

"Sh*&! Sh*&!" Aristotle screeched.

"Where on earth did you get—never mind, the freak in the tent." Enjolras reminded himself, taking a few cautious steps away from Cuddles.

"Yeah, I got Cuddles from M. I-don't-know." He smiled.

"Cuddles? Really, Bossuet?" Courfeyrac asked.

"Musichetta named him."

"Wait! Busichetta bet hib?" Joly asked in horror.

"Yeah, she loved him!"

"Woe to the male bear named Cuddles!" Jehan said melodramatically.

"Woe to the white poodle named 'Quill'!" Bossuet jibbed equally melodramatically.

Then the unfortunate almost-lawyer whose eyes had yet to leave Corsica asked the blonde, "Wow, what happened to you?"

"The same man who gave you—Cuddles was it? Gave me an elephant."

Bossuet laughed, "And you took him?"

"Actually, he took me."

Bossuet laughed again, "What are ya gonna name him?"

Enjolras rubbed his hurting neck and replied sarcastically, "Strangles."

WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? TUNE IN NEXT JANUARY TO FIND OUT! (Not really, we'll update before then, promise)