Once upon a time, a long time ago when Macavity first left the Jellicle tribe, he was not the master criminal all cats now know him to be. In fact, he was just another stray cat roaming the streets, trying to be something. Lucky for him, his charisma attracted some followers, and before long he had the beginnings of his soon-to-be famous gang. There was Draco the Dragon Cat, who had three large reddish-orange streaks going down him that resembled flames, hence his name. Sniper was named for his precise fighting abilities, while Krasken could be slightly clumsy (and stupid) at times. He just used the fact that he was a rather large cat to aid him in a fight. Yiss…was Yiss; what else is there to say? Anyways, one day Macavity decided that it was time for them to pull off a heist. Of course, he thought nothing would go wrong – after all, how difficult could one be?
“Ouch! I think I hit my head!” screeched Krasken, who was rubbing the member in question gingerly.
“Shh!” Draco said, and bopped him on the head. “How could you have? There’s nothing above your head!”
“Oh yeah…” Macavity rolled his eyes. There were times when he just wanted to hit Krasken over the head and be done with it.
“Quiet, the both of you!” he hissed. The two promptly shut up. “Now, does everyone remember the plan?” A chorus of assorted ‘yes’s greeted him in response.
“Wait a second!” Sniper spoke up. The other four cats immediately shushed him. “I have a question,” he continued in lower tones. “What exactly are we robbing?” Yiss groaned.
“The jewelry store, of course!”
“Shh!” Macavity hissed again. “Yes, and we’re going through that door,” he said, pointing with his paw towards a steel door with double locks. “Everyone ready?” he asked, his breath growing quick with anticipation. The cats nodded back at him. “Well then, let’s go.” The five cats slunk towards the door. Krasken hissed and flung himself at the door, only to fall back, dazed, with an enormous headache.
“That hurt,” he muttered. Yiss sighed.
“It’s a door, you dolt, it isn’t going to move because you hit it! Watch this.” Yiss sauntered up to the padlocked door and pawed at it. Nothing happened. He batted at the door; still, nothing happened. Yiss sighed again. “It always worked where I used to live,” he said quietly. Draco snickered at him.
“Just watch this.” Draco walked up to take his turn at the door. “Come here, Krasken, I need to stand on you.” Krasken obediently came over and Draco jumped up on his back. He grasped the doorknob between his two front paws and attempted to twist it. It turned, but he couldn’t pull the door open. Macavity tugged on his tail to add extra leverage, but it was to no avail. The door was bolted shut, and the cats could do nothing about it. Macavity shrugged.
“There’s got to be another entrance around here somewhere,” Macavity said grimly, “and we’ve got to find it! Sniper, Draco, you go to the right. Krasken, Yiss, and I will go to the left.” The cats nodded their understanding and left in their respective directions. After completing their walk-around, they met each other halfway. “Did you find anything?” Macavity asked.
“Not a thing,” Draco replied dejectedly. “I don’t suppose you did?”
“Nothing,” Yiss said.
“Then what are we going to do?” Sniper mused, leaning against the open front door.
“I got it!” Krasken yelled. The other cats turned to look at him. “We can bust through the glass!” They groaned.
“Just don’t think,” Draco said, a disgusted look on his face.
“I got it!” Macavity yelled. They groaned again. “We can go through the door!” Sniper looked beside him. Sure enough, the door was standing wide open.
“Hey, that’s a good idea!” Sniper exclaimed. “Let’s go!” The five cats rushed inside. Customers screamed.
“Oh my god, look at those mangy cats!” one woman screamed. “Help, help! It might touch me!” With a wicked grin on his face, Macavity ran over and brushed up against the woman. She promptly fainted. Sniper and Draco jumped up on the counter and grabbed some pieces of jewelry using their mouths. Two men appeared with brooms and ran after the cats. Sniper and Draco shrieked, and started to run off.
“Come on!” they mewed to Macavity and Krasken (who was just standing there like an idiot). Yiss was at the back exit.
“This way!” he yelled. Macavity quickly grabbed an emerald bracelet and ran off with the other cats in the direction Yiss had pointed. The moment they stepped outdoors they realized the mistake they had made. Two growling pollicles stood in their path.
“Run away!” Krasken shouted, voicing the first good idea he had had since the dawn of time. The five cats turned around, but the store manager had shut the door behind them. Yiss swore, following the grand old tradition of stray cats everywhere when they are cornered.
“Run!” Macavity said, and run they did. Both Sniper and Draco managed to drop their loot in the pursuit. With the snapping pollicles at their heels every inch of the way, the cats ran across the enclosure and jumped the fence.
“Whew! That was some fun, eh?” Sniper said with a lopsided grin. Macavity rolled his eyes. At least he still had his loot. He put it on the ground and examined it. To his dismay, he found that all the stones had been knocked loose in the getaway. A nearby cat chuckled.
“Don’t worry, Macavity,” he said, laughing at the younger cat’s disappointment. “The first time is always the roughest.”
