Kelo: That's for me to know and you to find out!! (cackles evily)

There is an establishing shot of the LA skyline at night. The night is alive with the busy sounds of the city that never sleeps....

Demi: Although its morals have been in a coma for years now...

There is a scream as a mammoth furry thumb lands on the street....

Kelo: MISTO! Move the paws off my scale model!

Misto: *This* is the grand LA set?? It's dinky! The only actors who could work comfortably here are Ken and Barbie.

Jemi: She asked... they were able to weasel their plastic little butts out of it.

Jenny: Young lady!!?

Kelo: (choosing to ignore the outburst) Unless you can come up with the millions it would take in our budget to move this whole thing to LA---- DEAL WITH IT!! Besides, my basement is fine... if you'll recall, Misto's character doesn't get out during the day much. So who'll know the difference?

Two nondescript Queens enter a bar and hook up with two good looking Toms for a night of pool. As they play, we pan over to see our hero, Misto sitting at the bar. Misto watches them leave and follows them out into the alleyway. He can smell trouble...

Misto: And what exactly does trouble smell like??

Okay, so he doesn't exactly smell it.... he noticed that the toms had shoeboxes with them. When the Toms eventually start acting stupid and put on their shoeboxes, Misto is there in a flash (cue heroic sounding music) and fights them off the queens. During the scuffle Misto puts on his shoebox, (it's always easier to fight stupidity with stupidity) and finishes them off with those really cool arm activated double-stake shooters..

Tugger: Hey! He gets fancy toys AND a cool storyline??

Etcetera: And not to mention is *incredibly* attractive!!

Tugger: What do I get?

Kelo: A cameo??

Tugger: Gee. Thanks.

"How can I ever thank you?" the one named Exotica said to Misto.

Since he was still wearing his shoebox and was afraid of acting stupid and hurting them too, he walked off into the night with his long black coat flowing behind him...

Tugger: AND a really sexy exit?? This bites....

The one named Cassandra turned to Exotica. "Who was that shoebox-ed cat?"

Cats: (groan)

Misto takes off his shoebox and finds himself alone to wander back to his appartment. He sings as he wanders...

Demi: YOU'RE into the singing thing too?? NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!

Kelo: I liked it a lot in Mooky's fic... so there

(to the tune of "One Way Ticket" by Leanne Rimes)
Standin' on the corner,

Lookin' out into the great unknown

I could feel my heart beatin' faster as I took out on my own.

Left before the horizon,

'Cause when the sun is up I burst into flames.

I headed out that night, travelin' light.

I said, "I'll start all over again!"

I bought a one-way ticket, headin' for LA.

To keep her safe, I couldn't stay.

It's time to save the mortals!

Kick some Pol-i-cles!!

And meet some half-breeds along the way!

And I will save the world again--- 'Cause I can!

Vicky: COUNTRY music??

Kelo: Not entirely! Leanne Rimes has crossed over to the pop charts on several occasions, so people should know this song!

Vicky: Whatever label you put on it, it's still country music.

Kelo: (throws an icy glare) You're just lucky you have an important character in this, or I would have had to think of some messy death for you.

Misto: You mean that's a song sung by a WOMAN? Oh, I'll never hear the end of this....

Misto managed to get home as he sang and is now in his dark little basement. He looks around at all his really cool slaying weapons, (many of which look identical to Electra's things)..

Electra: Hey! My stuff!

Quaxo: Since the prop department is as limited as the special effects department, we had to borrow a few things.

Jelly: Also known as... running onto Lec's set in the middle of the night and grabbing all the props in sight.

Asparagus: Shaddap!

As Misto sets down in his really cool double stake thingys, he is suddenly interrupted by applause...

"Beautiful, man!" the voice belonged to another creature-of-the-night-turned-goody-two-shoes named Skimble. "You're from Junkyard, aren't you??"

"Who're you?? And how did you know that??" Misto asked, a wee bit embarrased that this stranger heard him singing.

"Name's Skimble. And I can tell because only folks from there break out into spontanious song and perfectly choreographed dance. Nice place you got here," he recieved no response, so he tried it another way. "Alright, here man.. to make you feel more at home--"

(to the tune of Billy Joel's "Piano Man")
La la la, de de da

La la, de de da da da

So here I am, to you a mystery cat!

You're thinkin' I'm kinda insane...

Well, you were a pollicle terrorist

And I'm a half pum.... that's alright!

Starting to feel more at home, Misto joined him in the last refrain....

Oh, la la la, de de da

La la, de de da da da!!!

Hey here we are two of us mystery cats

We want to atone for our crimes...

One a freaky high brid and the other cursed

But we'll work it out together in the end!

Asparagus: Make it stop! Make it stop!

Tugger: Evil 80's songs... brrr!

Demi: Enough with the songs!! I'm gonna have nightmares for a week of Misto and Skimble in some wacked Karoke bar belting that tune to a bunch of half drunk idiots!!!!

Bomb: Calm down, Demi dear. I will say this for you Kelonzi-- That was a pretty neat way of zipping through a lot of boring chit-chat.

Kelo: Thanks... I think.

"Feelin' better man?" Skimble asked.

"You sure know how to make a guy feel welcome around here. Now what's this thing that *you* have to atone for??" Misto asked.

"I.. eh, I'm really not sure about that. The authors haven't given me a storyline yet."

The cats stare at Kelonzi

Kelo: HEY! Don't look at me! It's the writers of the real series that you should be talking to. I just parody the stuff...

"Ah! I understand.. the writers didn't give me a story at first either... Heck, when I started I didn't even know I was a Pollicle until the seventh episode! So hang in there-- they'll either kill you off or remember you. Eventually..." Misto comforted the storyline-less Skimble.

Skimble took out a slip of paper from his pocket. "Every now and then I get a message from the "powers that be" in my dish of cream and once the pain stops I take down the information. Here's the first one I got... name's Etcetera. Seems she's in need of a little saving.

"Your dish of cream?" Misto asked with raised eyebrows. "You on catnip or something?"

"Never touch the stuff.... okay so there was that one time with," Skimble shook his head, "Anyway... this queen works at the local Galaxydollars.... you game??"

Bomb: Oh yea! We're even making fun of ourselves now. This just keeps getting better and better.

Jemi: Author's Rule #17-- When you feel the comic potential of the show heading for the basement, there's always the last ditch effort of poking fun at yourself.

Misto reluctantly nodded, (partly to get Skimble off his back, but mainly 'cuz the script said so) and was off in his really cool....eh, darn.

Jelly: What's wrong?

Kelo: If we're gonna have all the fun pollicle effects, we can't afford a real cool mode of transportation for our hero.

Misto: Well isn't that a rotten shame... (he tries to leave)

Kelo: NOT SO FAST!!! I think I have another idea.

Misto: And why am I suddenly so terrified??

..and sped off in his real cool mop bucket on wheels.

Misto: Ugh... someone call actor's equity! There should be something against the complete humiliation of a said actor just for the heck of it...

Jemi: (teasing mercilessly) Here comes the short dark and handsome 'Janitor Cat' to mop the world clean of underworld scum!!

Lec and Cetera: OUR HERO!!!

Misto: (groans and pushes his bucket out of the shot)

Skimble: Hey author-like person!! Can we take a break here?

Misto: Yeah, I think I left the water running at my top hat or something to that extent....

Lec: Anything to get away, huh Misto?

Misto: Darn right.

Kelo: We can take a break, but the best part is that none of us have to go anywhere! There's this new place around the corner called Speedy Pita and I ordered out for all of us.

Misto: What is it with you author people and takeout? It's getting really old really fast...

Kelo: It's quick, convienient and a really cheap laugh. In short.. everything us fic writers dream about!

Tugger: Ugh... Bomba you have any of that catnip left on you??