And here we are- my first entry for BroadwayKhaos' second Jellicle Week contest!

When I say I wrote this in twenty minutes, that is honestly the truth. Seriously, it just sort of drabbled out of my fingertips.

...probably why they call it a drabble... Huh.

Also, cyber cookies to whoever understands the relevancy of the TV show!

Sunday: TV

The Rum Tum Tugger peered suspiciously through the window of Bombalurina's human home. For the past month, the scarlet queen had been consistently absent from the Jellicle Junkyard almost every evening, and the maine coon, ever the curious one, was determined to find out why.

So, in his typical brash fashion, he'd snuck out behind her, following at such a distance that he was sure he'd never be spotted. A grin had appeared on his face as he'd crept behind her. Whatever her secret agenda, or whatever secret tom she was meeting- he was determined to find out.

But she'd led him to her human home of all places. He'd waited outside for her to get situated in whatever activity she was so secretly engaging in, then climbed up to the window to spy.

There you are, he thought. And truly, there she was, her beautiful red fur smoothed out and clean, her tail twitching tentatively, tears streaming down her-

Bombalurina was crying? Sobbing was more like it, if her shaking figure was any indication. Urgency filled the Rum Tum Tugger as he leapt down from the windowpane and dashed through the kitty door that led to the adjoining room. "Bombi, are you-?" Tugger's jaw dropped as he took in the sight of the startled queen and the flashing box in front of her. "Really Bombi, really?"

Bombalurina dived for the remote. "It's not what you think," she said, her voice cracking. Silence and darkness simultaneously filled the large enclosure as she pushed a button on the gray remote.

"Where are you humans?" he asked, hoping to divert her attention.

"They're always out at- Hey!" she cried, as Tugger stole the remote from her. The television came to life again, and the maned tom began to chuckle.

"Really Bombi- Eastenders?"

She tried to wrestle the remote away from him. "Tugger, you wouldn't understand."

"What I do understand is that you were crying your eyes out over a lame soap-opera."

Bombalurina absently wiped away the remaining dampness from her fur. "You're a tom; you wouldn't get it."

"So… you're saying that when I tell Demi, she'll understand perfectly?"

Despite his larger stature, Tugger suddenly found himself knocked over and held down by the suddenly livid scarlet queen. "You will tell no one what you just saw. Understand that?"

"I might need a little incentive," he said seductively.

"Your incentive is that you get to live."

"Okay fine," Tugger replied, if perhaps a bit halfhearted.

Bombalurina lifted herself off of him and offered him her hand. "I'm glad we're in agreement," she said, jumping atop the couch once more.

He sat himself next to her. "What is this thing all about anyway?"

"I'm not going to explain it all to you. If you really want to know, you can watch. But no snarky comments, okay?"

Tugger put his hands up defensively. "Fine, fine." He closed his mouth and began to watch.

By the time the credits began to roll, they were both in tears.

"W-Why can't they just be together?" Tugger sobbed as Bombalurina put her arm around him, tears falling down her own face. "Doesn't anyone understand that they're in love?"

She handed him a tissue, which the maine coon gratefully accepted. "I just can't believe they'd d-do that to their own son."

"Well, how does it end?"

Bombalurina sniffled. "We don't know yet; we have to keep watching."

"T-That's just cruel."

"I know."

"So this is what you two have been up to?"

The duo nearly jumped out of their skins at the sound of the new voice. They turned and saw Demeter and Mistoffelees staring at them incredulously. "Really guys- Eastenders?" the tuxedo tom asked.

"You wouldn't understand!"