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I am so sorry it has taken me so long to update. I have been so busy with school work, actually socializing (I know, me, actually going out and talking to people and even dating *gasp*), and I've also been preparing for an audition for Les Miserables. I didn't get the part though, as the piano accompanist didn't know how to play the song 'At the Ballet' from A Chorus Line, and so he ruined the tempo and I paused several times and was completely thrown off by his playing. Also, I went sharp several times because I was having throat problems that day.

But what can you do? I mean, it was my first play audition ever, so I didn't expect to get a role, even as a chorus girl.

Once again, sorry about the huge delay. I hope you enjoy the chapter, and I promise to update soon? :)

Andrew Lloyd Webber stood at the bottom of the stairs and nodded his head in approval as he looked upon the Chinese village, impressed by the look of the place.

"Well, he said, "I must admit, we seem to have a Chinese village on our hands."

It was quite the impressive sight, with the lights overhead dimming as night came and the lanterns coming to life with a gentle glow, it was a place that could only be described as beautiful. But other things were happening as well, as the area itself seemed to be shifting and changing.

For as Webber stood there, right before his very eyes the main street seemed to grow wider and sink deeper, and water from a fountain begun to flow into the middle of the street, slowly filling it. Also, it seemed that a lot of the carts and stalls people were selling things out of were slowly turning into what looked like boats.

Webber stood quietly and watched for a long time, until he heard the sound of someone descending the stairs behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw both Munkustrap and Old Deuteronomy, both looking both serious, and at the same time, completely astonished.

"So- this is... this is it," said Munk, watching the changing city, truly astounded by the sights unfolding before him. Munk had seen a lot of magic, and he was still shocked every time he witnessed it, but this was just an overload. "Father, what do we do?"

Webber turned and looked at the big cat, who's chin rested in his paws as he sat back on a bench and looked upon the city. "Personally, I think we should try and interact with the people. If they're able to see us, then we can attempt communication and perhaps try and exchange goods. If they can't, we can just take whatever we need from the village."

Munkustrap stared at his father in shock, horrified at the idea of interacting with this strange, alien place. Then again, the tom was becoming paranoid being looked in the cabin too long. Maybe having a new place to venture to would alleviate the slight cabin fever?

The tom sighed and shook his head, smiling wryly as he looked up at his father, glad the current jellicle leader was a lot less uptight than he was. "Okay, so who do we send in?" he asked, watching an Chinese woman with a long braid down her back walking along the side of what was now a canal, carrying a tray of roasted guinea pigs on her head.

but suddenly, the trio heard a loud clanging sound from behind them, and they quickly turned to see Coricopat and Tantomile tripping over each other to get down the metal stairs. "Wait!" gasped Cori, looking out at the village with a look of utter shock on his normally expressionless face.

"Everlasting..." begun Tanto, her jaw dropping as she stared at the amazing sights.

There was a long pause, in which Webber, Old D, and Munk waited for the twins to do something. Finally, Tanto slowly shook her head and said, barely audibly, "honey, get the kittens."

Admetus sat crossed legged on his bunk, laying back with one hand behind his head, holding a green bottle in the other. He had a very large chesire cat smile on his face as he brought the bottle up to his mouth and took a very small sip, shuddering at the extremely bitter taste.

But suddenly, his remarkable cat sense of hearing picked up the sound of someone standing outside the door, and he quickly stuffed the bottle under a pillow right as the door handle begun to turn.

As the door opened and Asparagus Jr begun to step through it, Admetus layed down on the pillow, trying to hide it from Asparagus.

"Hello Admetus," said Asparagus Absentmindedly, as he made his way over to his bunk and begun to search under it for a certain book he had been reading.

"Hey Asparagus," muttered Addie, as he watched Asparagus intently.

But when he said this, it caught Asparagus so off guard, that he hit his head on the bottom bunk as he tried to stand up as he was still looking under it. Standing up and rubbing his head, he looked up rubbing his head, narrowing his eyes at Admetus.

"Okay something is up, that is way to normal of a greeting for you," he said in a no none-sense sort of way.

"What do you mean?" asked Addie, trying to act as innocent as possible, which was almost impossible for him anyway.

Asparagus gave Admetus a good long look, trying to figure out what it was Admetus was keeping from him, when a strange smell caught his nose.

Sniffs. "Admetus, what is that smell?" he asked, standing on his toes and grabbing hold of the top bunk so that he could get closer to the source of the smell.

"I...Don't know what you're talking about," stammered Addie quickly, trying to pull back without looking like he was hiding something under his pillow.

But just then Asparagus's nose honed in on the smell, and he realized it was coming from underneath Addie's pillow. "Admetus, what are you hiding underneath your pillow?" he asked, looking at Admetus with one raised eyebrow.

"Nothing," said Admetus quickly, trying to pull back as far away from Asparagus's searching paws as he could. "I don't know what you're talking about, I don't smell anything!" He was sweating profusely by this time, his eyes wide like golfballs and his body shaking in madness as he not only panicked from trying to keep his secret hidden, but the green liquid started to take effect.

"Oh really, well then what is this?" asked Aspargus, as he grabbed the pillow and pulled it out of Admetus's grip to reveal the green bottle. "Why, you've been drinking absinthe!"

"Shut up!" said Admetus, holding the bottle with an iron grip.

"I'm sorry, but you know it gives you hallucinations. I'm afraid I'm going to have to take it away from you," he said this not unkindly, trying to reach for the bottle in as non-threatening a manner as possible.

However, Admetus sprung the moment he saw the paw reaching for it, and he gripped the bottle to his body tightly.

Still shivering, he scooted into the far corner of his bunk, not letting go of his bottle. "My precious. My Preccccc-iiii-ooo-uu-s! We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. And they always comes to steal the precious from us! Nasty little Jellicalses."

Asparagus's eyes slowly grew wide as he watched this pathetic desplay, his jaw opening slightly as he found this situation to be too weird even for him, and he thought he was used to his adopted brother's antics.

"well..." he finally managed, letting go of the top bunk and dropping to the ground, landing on his feet. "I'm glad to see that at least you are normal. I mean, sure, with the way you're acting, there might as well be a rubber nipple on that bottle, but at least you're acting like yourself."

He said this as he inched toward the door, raising his paws and holding them out in front of himself to show that he meant no harm. "I'm just gonna go and look into... the attic," he said, opening the door and slipping through it as quickly as he could. Slamming it behind him, he rushed down the hall, twitching a little himself as he couldn't stop thinking about what he had just seen. "I think the twins are about to have to start a psych ward," he said to himself, high tailing it toward their room.

Jenny and Bustopher were in the kitchen, arguing over a topic that I probably don't even have to say, because we all know what the only thing Bustopher cares about in this story is.

"Bustopher, I found a large paper wrapper in your room, can you explain?" asked Jenny, holding the paper that Bustopher's fudge stash had been wrapped in.

"I can explain," said Bustopher, holding up his paws and straightening up so as to look more dignified. "You see... You are crazy," he stammered, deciding to try and take the cheapest way out possible.

Hearing this from him was actually shocking, especially to Jenny. There was a long pause between them, as jenny slowly took this sudden change in character in, looking up at Bustopher with one eyebrow raised. "What did you just say?" she asked, very calmly, keeping her expression fixed in a shocked, yet slightly impressed, expression. Although she wasn't impressed, she was merely daring him to say something like that again.

"I... cm," Bustopher mumbled, trying to clear his throat as he looked for a way out of this, but catching the look on Jenny's face, he realized he was trapped, and so why not go out with a bang? He coughed into his fist and then looked at Jenny seriously, wanting to laugh at himself for getting himself into this can of worms. "I just said you were crazy. But more than that, I think you are deranged, wacko, a complete and total...Maniac!" He said, glad to have found the right word.

Of course, Jenny had no idea what to think, and so all she could do was stand there and stare at Bustopher as he tried to continue.

"You are completely paranoid, assuming I'm doing things behind your back, convinced I'm cheating on my diet! Why, that is preposterous, and the fact that you would suspect such a thing only highlights YOUR insecurities, Miss Anydots. And to be blunt, I'd say the reason you obsess over others' weights is because you are conscious of your own. In fact, you see yourself as a regular lard ball!"

At first Jenny just stood there smiling, trying to maintain the position of power she had in knowing that whatever Bustopher said to her was a lie, and that he was just trying to manipulate her. But slowly, she lowered her gaze and her smile faded as she looked down at her body, noticing how round her torso was, and how short and stocky she appeared, and...Everything Bustopher said slowly sank in, and Jenny found herself having to turn around, unable to look at the tom. She tried not to cry, but soon tears poured from her eyes, and she shook all over like she was finally seeing her own body for the first time, even though she couldn't even bare the thought of looking at herself.

Bustopher watched this, and for a moment, his mouth hung open, and he was real quiet. It dawned on him that Jenny really was conscious of her looks, and hearing this from a tom she always admired, was a really harsh blow for the old queen. "Jenny, I... Oh I am so"-"No!" she screamed, clawing madly at the tom as he tried to put a comforting paw on her shoulder. "No! Don't touch me! Don't even look at me!" she said, turning and facing him, her eyes full of hatred for him as well as herself.

Bustopher felt physically sick as he looked into Jenny's face and realized just how much her had hurt her. So sick, in fact, that he didn't even notice when she swiped him across the face with her claws and ran from the room, leaving him to stand there and stare after her, the blood running down his cheek.

"So, Midniot toniot," said Rumpleteazer, sitting cross legged on a cushion in the library, facing Drew and Jo. Her brother stood by the door and kept a look out, pressing his ear to it and occasionally peeking through the keyhole in the door.

The two Jellicles were just plain tired of putting off their heist, and were prepared to resort to extreme measures to get the humans to agree to help them.

"China tow', it 'ill be ow oysta," said Teazer, smiling devilishly as Drew seemed to be in deep thought and Jo looked offended at the prospect of working with Drew.

"I don't know about this, Cettie might be disappointed in me..." begun Drew, but he stopped when Teazer gave a laugh.

"Oy, you don' know a t'ing. Cettie went 'ith us on a few 'xcersionn in the past. She never go' a thrill from it tho. Bu' still, yo could ge' a noice present fo her," said Teazer, reaching over and playfully pushing Drew with her paw.

"Oh please," said Jo bitterly, "don't encourage it."

The silence that followed was harsh, like ice. Slowly, Drew turned his head toward Jo, narrowing his eyes at her. "Don't encourage what? True love?"

"True love? It isn't na-" Jo cut herself off because she realized saying this could ruin even her professional relationship with Drew, and they needed to have at least some chemistry for the camera.

"I dare you to finish that sentence," said Drew, narrowing his eyes and looking down at Jo like he wanted to spit in her face.

The two dancer's faced each other, both looking like they wanted to rip each others' throats out. Luckily, before any blood was shed, Teazer pushed the two apart, shaking her head in disapproval and letting out strange hissing sounds, as if she were losing it.

"Stop i' right now! We're goin' to pull of' this 'eist whether you two are gettin' along or not. But yo need to work this shit ou' quickly, 'cause frankly Iom tired of dealing 'ith this," said the queen, about ready to take a few good swipes at their faces with her claws.

There was another pause, but instead of the tension rising, Jo just shook her head and started to get up, as if none of it mattered anymore.

"Seriously, Teaze, I can't work with him. I've gotten to know you, I love you girl, but I can't work with him," said Jo, with a touch of regret in her voice. "I mean, I can work on the movie with him, but beyond that, we're done."

And with that she got up to leave, not looking back as she shut the door behind her.

"Well," said Jerry, shaking his head at the whole situation. "Io do think it's toim for 'nother visit from ow dea' friend the phantom."

The three Siamese kittens were just as shocked as their parents, as they stood at the edge of where the basement ended and the village begun, they held their little paws to their faces in disbelief.

"Well?" asked Webber, having no clue what the psychics or their children were doing, staring at the village, not saying a word, only occasionally giving the others a glance.

"We were right," said Cori, smiling proudly.

"About what?" asked Munkustrap, cutting of Webber as he was about to say the exact same thing.

But before Cori could answer, he looked at Tanto who told him something telepathically, and he nodded and stood aside so that the kittens could answer for him.

Tanto gently pushed the kittens forward, and they stood their with excited looks on their faces as they tried to hold back laughter.

"I don't get it, what's so funny?" asked Webber, raising an eyebrow and turning to Old Deuteronomy.

"What's so funny," begun Indra, the the lilac point, trying to stiffle a giggle, is"-"the village has turned from a rural Chinese town," interrupted Asia, the fire point. "Into"-"Bangkok!" finished Mai, the little chocolate point.

"Wait, what?" Said Munkustrap, completely and utterly confused by this point.

"Bangkok," said Tanto, rolling her eyes. "Cori and I took one look at it and realized it was the city of Bangkok. The capital of what was once Siam and is now Thailand."

"So your saying we have a miniature version of the capital of Thailand in our basement, and you recognize it because that's where your kittens are from?" asked the play write, convinced he had finally lost what was left of his mind.

"Actually, we recognized it because we go there every year for our family vacation," said Cori, rolling his eyes.

"Okay, so now we have the capital of Thailand in our basement, now what?" said Munkustrap, turning to Old Deuteronomy to find that the old cat was rolling on the floor in laughter, and soon all the adults were laughing, for the first time in days.

Oh, the drama!