Part 3: Pies and Potatoes, Sweet Potato Pie
In the kitchen, everyone but Mark of course was working. They were all going into the refridgerator, gathering all sorts of things.
“Sweet potatos?” Pouncival asked.
Electra looked around. “Check?”
“Eggs, milk, etc.?”
“Check,” Electra went on.
And so they checked everything off.
“Now, Matty, Travie, Misto and Tugger—you’re in charge of making the bread,” Pouncival instructed.
“Alright!” Tugger cried.
“Jon, James and Tumble—you get to make as many pies as you can.”
“He he he!” James chuckled.
“Electra, Bearicaide.” Pouncival tried to get her attention. “Electra and Bearicaide, you’re in charge of making LOTS of cranberry sauce. Sillabub and Jemima, you’re doing vegeatables—including sweet potatos. Timber—where’s Timber? Travie, where’s Timber?”
“Uh, last I saw her she was tailing Mark with drool dripping off her tongue and bulging eyes.”
“Great, we’re missing a vital part of this mess—the pudding person. She and I are suppose to make the pudding stuff. And where’s—“
“HERE WE ARE!” Clifford and Chewie fell out of the pantry with a CRASH! “Here to help!”
“Uh, yeah. You guys are in charge of cleaning the dining area—that would be down in the basement.”
“REALLY?” Chewie said excitedly. “GREAT!” they bounded own the stairs to the basement.
Matty and Travie set up a BIG bowl that Jennyanydots had lended them for making BIG bread.
“Eggs?” Travie called. Tugger dumped in a bunch of eggs. “Milk?” Misto pured in a couple cartons of milk. “Flour? Sugar? Come on, chop, chop!” Tugger and Misto ran out from the cupboards with just that and dumped it all in. “Matty, blend it!”
Matty grabbed a wooden spoon and dug it into the battery stuff. She pushed and pulled and made all kinds of pushing noises. But soon the batter was too thick. So Matty jumped in it and started to wrestle with it. The younger kittens just watched her beat it down as if it were a live animal.
“Okay Matty, okay. I think it’s dead.”
“It better be.”
As they set it in the oven to bake, Jonathan, James and Tumblebrutus had already made the crust for the pies, which came out to be 2o crusts sloppily, but oh well. They began sticking in all sorts of fruits.
“Jon, we’re all out of cherries,” James noted. Jon looked around sneakily and then twisted the little red wooden doorknobs of of cabinets and tossedthem in a couple pies.
“Shhh,” he whispererd. And with that, they started to bake the pies in the second kitchen.
While all this was happening, Electra and Bearicaide were smooshing the cranberries between their toes. But before long, Electra began to sink.
“Electra!” Bearicaide called, starting to pull Electra up. As she got Electra up she began to sinks, and so on. As they finally climbed out of the tub, they realized they were both a reddish purple. “Awk! This’ll never come out!” Bearicaide exclaimed brushing out he rfur with her paw. But it hadd stained her like blood.
“You mean you put your feet in my cranberry sauce?” Tumblebrutus poked his head over to them.
“Sorry. It was the easiest way…”
“That’s okay. The extra toe jam will give it flavor!” Jon and James got a horrible face on. Tumble grinned.
“Tugger?” Matty called upon his missing. “Tugger?”
“TUGGER!” Travie yelled for him.
“Tugger?” Misto looked around and walked right through a plate of burnt peas. “Yuck! Ew.” The peas stuck to his little feet.
“You’re messing up pur veggies!” Jemima said.
“Sor-ry!” Misto snapped. “I’m looking for my brother!”
“Excuses, excuses!” Sillabub declared.
“Jemima started to place a carrot on the platter, when Opuncival ran over and tripped over the carrot.
“AAAAAHHHHHH!” he went face first into a big glob of mashed potatoes.
“Pouncival!” everyone shouted, even the two “dwellers” in the cellar.
“Yuckie!” he shouted, popping out of the potatoes. “This is smooshy!”
“Yeah, isn’t it great?” Matty gushed.
“No! We need to pull this together!”
“TUGGER!” Misto yelled directly in Pouncival’s ear.
“OW!”
“Nope, not in there. Tugger!”
“I’m here! Sorry I’m late,” Timber burst in the kitchen with lots of chocolate. “Let’s make pudding. Then she went over to Matty and Travie and whispered in their ears. “I was trailing Mark and I watched him until he got to Busopher’s and then I just turned the other way and isn’t he like the most georgeous cat you know?”
“Yesno,” Matty and Trav said two different things in unison. Matty glared at Travie.
“Misto is,” Travie disagreed.
“Mark.”
“Misto.”
“Mark.”
“Misto!”
“MARK!”
“YOU GUYS!” Timber hushed them then headed over to Pouncival.
“Here’s the chocolate, milk…” she dumped all sorts of things in a big bowl. Everytime Pounci tried to say soemthing eh found himself speechless at the way she took control.
“Look at him…the way he’s looking at her,” Matty whispered to Travie.
“He’s developing another crush I fear,” Travie announced only to Matty.
“There!” Timber set the big bowl in the fridge.
“Woo-hoo!” James cried as he slid across the floor on four eggshells.
“You idiot!” Pouncival slammed him in the head.
“OW!”
Down in the cellar, Cliffy and Chewie were setting it quite well, when Chewie lit the candles.
“Chewie, here’s the aaaaaahhhhhh!” Cliffy tripped over the tablecloth and hit the candles. They spilled over and the flames ignited the cloth.
“Oh my tail!” Chewie screamed madly, trying to blow on the fire that was at the time of his tail. Cliffy got out the fire extinguisher. The fire poofed out. Breathing heavily, they finsished setting the table. A little spark sprang up from the legs.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Cliffy grabbed the fire extinguisher and sprayed it out like a maniac.
“MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she screeched evilly. The spark went out and they ran upstairs.
“The table is set!”
“Good then! Everything is ready except the bread.
Everyone lokoed toward the over in which smoke was rising from.
“Matty, check on the bread,” Travie instructed.
“Thinking nothing of it, Matty opened the door to the stove and…
“POW!!!!!!”
The bread flew out all over the place, hitting walla, ceilings, cats and dogs. Everyone started screaming.
“Attack of the killer bread!” Matty yelled.
“We’re under attack!” Travie added.
Then all of a sudden Tugger flew out of the stove. “WOO!” he cried with a broad smile. “I’m free! You wouldn’t believe how hot it is inside bread!”
“Actually,” Misto began, “the tempereature of bread once it gets maximumly heated is—“
Just then, a bunch of cats creeked open the door.
‘Happy Thanks—“ Munksutrap gasped. “What the heck happened in here?”
“We made dinner!” Pouncival said as Chewie carried the last bit of it except the bread downstairs.
“Sorry we blew up the stove,” Jemima pertended to be sweet.
“It’s okay. Let’s eat shall we?”
“WAIT!” Pouncival gathered all the kittens. “Where’s Mark and the turkey?”
“WE’RE HERE!” Mark rammed in the door.
“We?!” the kittens cried together.
“Oh yes, me and the turkwy. He said we could have his wife if we wanted a turkey, so I said yes, and that’s who we shall have.”
“YAY!” they all cheered. And then, Mr. Avis, the turkey, remember?—wheeled in the biggest turkey they had ever seen. Carefully they made their way downstiars and the dinner was gone! Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer even stood right next to Munkustrap.
The kittens sighed. “They do have an wonderful way of working together..you never know which was which cat…” Pouncical began.
“And when the family assembles for Thanksgiving dinner…” Electra thought aloud.
“Our minds are made up that they won’t get thinner,” Timber beamed.
“I’m afraid you must wait and have dinner tomorrow,” said Sillabub to Munksutrap.
“But the joint has gone from the oven,” Jemima snapped her finger. “Like that.”
“Then we all say, it’s those clever cats!” Travie declared. The adults were not smiling, but the kittens werte practically in hysteria.
“It was…” Jonthan began.
“…Mungojerrie!” James exclaimed.
“AND,” Tumbelbrutus added.
“…Rumpelteazer!” Mark said in a whisper.
Matty smiled. “And there’s nothing at all to be done about that!”
NOTE: Alonzo and Mezoa never showed up for Thanksgiving dinner! Find out what will happen between thm in the next fic!
