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Hey Peoples,

So, I was making some cookies, and I ran into a bit of a problem. Who knew that 4 dozen really meant 46? I kinda accidentally made a few dozen dozen cookies, and I need some help eating them. You all will help a sister out, right?

Love ya!

Roxy

PS. Ignore the burning smell. It will go away.

(If one were to shift the cookies around, a person would notice a pile of black, charred hunks suitable only for use as hockey pucks under the first layer of edible cookies.)

((These are magical cookies with random, non-fatal results. Effects and duration are up to the muns involved.))

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It depends who for, really.

Mistoffelees on his own for Rumpleteazer would have been good if her and Mungo weren't still at loggerheads.
Quaxo on his own would be good if she was going to tell him about the fight.

...why, no, it's not good for anyone.

'Ow'd you get like 'at?'

Mistoffelees and Quaxo turned at once at the sound of the familiar voice. Quaxo perked up, despite looking utterly ~~and adorably~~ confused, and grinned at her, while Mistoffelees' face remained unreadable and a little tense.

"Teaze!" said Quaxo, happy to see her. "Hi! Um, I just sort of took a biscuit and then I got dizzy and then he was here! Which is good, 'cause I was worried about him." He gave Mistoffelees a long look. "Where did you go? I didn't hear you for a long time!"

Mistoffelees coughed. "I was... recouperating," he muttered, glancing at Rumpleteazer.

'Ah. Ah. Oh. Well. You ain't dizzy anymore, are you?' she asks nervously, eyes switching from Mistoffelees to Quaxo.

She raises an eyebrow. She still thinks he's a coward. 'Gettin' better? Off what?' Fright, perhaps.

Shifting back to Quaxo, 'I think maybe he was a bit ashamed. You know, with the failing to get 100% in a magic class.'

Quaxo shook his head. "Nuh-uh, all better!"

"Getting better off a certain fight," said Mistoffelees with a slight growl. He wasn't in a very good mood, for some reason. "Being magical doesn't stop you from passing out when you get hit in the head too many times, I'm afraid."

Quaxo's eyes widened. "You were in a fight? Why were you in a fight? Who did you fight with?" He looked from Teazer to Mistoffelees and from Mistoffelees to Teazer. "Should he be ashamed for something?"

"Nothing, kid," sighed Mistoffelees. "Nothing at all."

'Quaxo,' says Rumpleteazer clearly, in cut-glass tones. 'This is a private matter. And I shall tell you in a while. But until then...excuse me, you fainted?' she asks, agape, and then pokes at her tongue.

'My speech has become queer!' she cries.

Quaxo pouted. Rumpleteazer was exceedingly less fun when she was talking like this.

"I did," said Mistoffelees calmly. "Did you honestly believe I'd leave Quaxo alone unless there was a reason for it? Obviously you think very little of me."

Quaxo sighed very deeply. He really hated it when grown-ups were talking over his head like this. He lay down on the floor and started playing with a dust-bunny, eying an orange kitten (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/890978.html?thread=43622754#t43622754) making its way towards them.

Skimbleshanks was patrolling the hall ways as if it were still the Railway Train. He was famished when the plate of chocolate chip cookies came into view. Guiltily, he snatched one knowing that he'd have to pay later for the chocolatey goodness consumed now. Skimbleshanks took one bite and was in chocolate heaven.

Until another tingly sensation went through him.

Curious, he dropped the cookie, not expecting it to disagree with him so soon. Looking around, the Railway cat noticed Quaxo, Rumpleteazer, and another very familiar cat. Grinning from ear to ear, Skimbleshanks skipped (skipped?) over to the pair and exclaimed loudly, "MEW!"

...Mew? That wasn't right.

"Mwawr."

What happened to his voice?

"Meow..."

If only Skimbleshanks was observant enough to realize what has been done to him and everyone around.

'oo the bleedin' 'eck are you?' asks Rumpleteazer, completely befuddled. 'This one o' your mates, Quaxo?'

Quaxo tilted his head, while Mistoffelees suddenly looked very amused indeed.

"Never seen him before," said Quaxo finally and sniffed Skimble. "Hello!"

Mistoffelees began sniggering. How very rude of him.

Skimbleshanks was not amused. Rumpleteazer should have known better than to be so rude when addressing another cat! Oh, she was going to get a lecture for that later...now if only Skimbleshanks could get a word across.

"Mew! Meow! MAWR!" He cried, looking up at the three larger cats with sad kitten eyes.

Then he noticed Rumpleteazer's hypnotizing tail swinging back and forth. He decided to play with it.

She squeals and jumps onto the table. 'MINE! NOT YOURS!' she screams at the invading kitten. 'oo the flyin' Rumpus Cat are you?' she asks again.

She sniffs a cookie, and takes a nibble.

'I really have no inkling of what you might be,' she says in upper-class tones, and then stops, astonished.

"I think," said Mistoffelees, his eyes sparkling, "that he might be Skimbleshanks." He crouched down and grinned at the kitten. "Aren't you a cute little fella..." He stopped and frowned at Rumpleteazer.

"You talk weird," said Quaxo, before the magician had a chance to comment. "You talk all... not 'Teazer like."

She wails, and flees behind the table to get her old voice back by any means neccessary.

Skimbleshanks jumped back in shock as Rumpleteazer jumped up. He felt a tear or two already forming in his big, googly eyes. No, Skimbleshanks would not cry. Rumpleteazer was just a big cat and you can't play with big cats' tails.

Wow, she talked funny.

The Railway kitten turned to the black cat and nodded really fast. He grinned from ear to ear, thankful someone was able to realize this.

Quaxo looked oddly at 'Teazer, and then at Skimble. "Uncle Skimble?" he said hesitantly. "Is that you in there?" He smiled widely. "You're so small you can't even talk! You're smaller than I am!" This was an entirely new concept for Quaxo.

"You tasted the cookies to, then," stated Mistoffelees. "Okay Quaxo, here's a rule for you. Never taste anything that you find lying out in the hallway, okay?" He looked at Skimble, and peeked in behind the table at 'Teazer. "Both of you should do well in remembering that too!" He groaned and muttered: "Goodness, I've become Jennyanydots..."

'Teazer's 'Go an' boil yer friggin' head!' comes out like this.

'Kindly desist in teasing me.'

She whimpers and crawls out from behind the table. 'Oh...fiddlesticks.'

Teazer looks at the cute kitten. 'Can he understand our speech?'

Skimbleshanks laid down, hiding his face in his paws, ashamed that he ate the chocolate chip cookies in the first place. He just wanted a snack after all. Old cats deserved some sugary goodness every now and then!

At the thought of Jennyanydots, Skimbleshanks sunk lower into skulking zone and did not bother to response to funny talking! Rumpleteazer's question.

"I think he can," said Mistoffelees and shrugged. He gave Skimble a grin. "Don't worry, mini-kiddo. It'll pass. Want me to do a magic trick and cheer you up?"

He was teasing. A little bit. He honestly felt sorry for Skimble, whom he had always liked.

Quaxo looked at 'Teazer. "So can't you talk normally at ALL? Not even if you try?"

'Teazer shakes her head, morose. 'I do wish I could; this is most awfully damaging to my credibility.'

She also feels like her mouth is permanently full of mushrooms. Yuech.

The queen nods towards Skimble. 'Go on, say yes, please! I, too, wish for my mood to be elevated.'

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