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"Us... but 'Different'"

Mistoffelees lifted his head. He glanced at his owner. He lay down on his bed, already asleep. Mistoffelees stayed there for about 10 more seconds, in case he would wake up.

He didn't. It must have been a long day for the human world.

Mistoffelees got up from his cat bed and tried to leave the room. The door was closed. He couldn't open it. Maybe with his magic, he could... no, that would be noisy. He turned to the window. Aha. It was open.

Very carefully, he jumped onto the bed, which was right beside the window, and tried not to step on his owner as he walked to the window. Just a little creak on the bed would wake him up. Finally, he reached the open window. He climbed out of the room and jumped off the roofs. He landed on the ground and left for the junkyard.

The wind was cool, brushing against his black and white fur. The moon shone brightly, making his blue eyes sparkle. The sky was inky black, with stars flickered across it. The weather was perfect for the Jellicle Ball.

At last, he reached the entrance to the junkyard. He squeezed through a large pipe between two buildings and popped out on the other side. There it was. The stage. There were newspapers and old advertisements scattered on the ground, with all sorts of incredible stuff humans had thrown away everywhere. Toys, games, refrigerators, shoes, sewing machines... you name it, it would be there- but not in perfect condition. 

Misto got out of the tube and stared into the sky. The Jellicle Moon shone like a spotlight onto the ground. He looked around. It was silent, and he couldn't find any other Jellicle around.

Just then, someone called behind him, "Hey!"

Misto turned, and saw his brother Alonzo on top of Old Deuteronomy's dusty tire.

"Alonzo," Misto said, "are you allowed to be there?"

"I dunno," Alonzo answered carelessly. He was like his brother, but there were more white parts.

"Get off!" Misto hissed and Alonzo jumped off, landing so close to Misto that their noses were touching.

"I'm asking Cassandra to dance with me tonight," Alonzo said happily.

"Good for you!" Misto answered, feeling happy, too. "You got close to her last year."

Alonzo nodded and did a little happy dance. Last Jellicle Ball, Grizabella had gone to the Heaviside Layer. None of the Jellicles knew who was going THIS year.

"See you later, Alonzo," Misto said and walked away.

"Bye!" Alonzo called happily and disappeared into the junk. More jellicles were coming out. 

Mistoffelees walked around for a while, thinking about last year's ball. How wonderful it was! The music was so amazing that anyone would want to start bouncing to it. Jellicles sang songs about themselves. As a bonus, his father, Bustopher Jones, had come. He sang about food, which wasn't too exciting for him, but just seeing his father made him happy. After all, ever since he got an owner, it was harder for him to see his family- or anyone, really, only during the nights.

Just then, somebody said, "Mistoffelees."

Misto turned and saw Munkustrap and his sister Victoria.

"Oh," Misto said. "Good evening."

"I see you're ready," Munkustrap said, looking up and down at him.

"Oh, yes," Misto said, smiling at Victoria, who smiled back.

"Victoria!" Jemima called from the other side of the junkyard.