"PEEPERS... prepare the teleportation device!"
"She's not home, Nissy. Saw her heading out in the car a few minutes ago. You want me to help you teleport somewhere?" asked Seville.
Nissy peered at his brother through twitching whiskers. "I thought you were cut off from usin' whisks after that international time meddling incident you caused in the sunroom a few days ago."
Seville shamefully hung his head and shuffled his paws back and forth. "Yeah, I know... I got in a bit of trouble 'bout that but this will be strictly teleportation. Just egg beater technology. Nothin' to do with the whisks."
Nissy hesitated for a moment too long and Seville took that to mean that yes, he could, in fact, help. Seville's eyes lit up with excitement as he cried, "I'll go get an egg beater!" Moments later, he reappeared with not one but two egg beaters in his paws. "Ummm... you think I could teleport with you? I promise to be good. We'll have fun! Uhhh... where are we going?"
Nissy rolled his eyes. "Fine... you can come. We're going to Sammy's house. He's havin' a party for Hallowe'en and it's gonna be fun. Sammy's parties always are. I'm sure it'll be okay if you come too but don't tell anyone else in the family, okay? We can't ALL fit in the teleportation device. Speaking of which," and Nissy inspected the egg beaters closely before asking, "Where did you get these egg beaters? They look like they've seen better days and I thought there was still a world-wide egg beater shortage goin' on."
"Best you not ask, brother. Let's just say I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a weasel."
"I'm gonna regret this but... SEVILLE... prepare the teleportation device!"
Stars appeared before the cats' eyes and lights flashed brightly. Moments later, they landed on the street just outside a tall gate. Behind that gate, off in the distance, was an old and decrepit looking house, falling apart at the seams.
"Oomph! Ouch! Get off my tail you big twenty pound marmalade cat!" cried Nissy.
"I am not twenty pounds! The peep even said so. I've just got a lot of fur, that's all."
Nissy looked at the house off in the distance and then at his brother. Then back at the house again. "This is NOT Sammy's house. Sammy's house doesn't look anything like this at all. You sure you used the correct coordinates for teleportation?"
"Coordinates? Ummm... Oohhh, let me brush some of that grit off your sparklin' silver tabby coat there, Nissy. We've gotta look our best for the party."
The sole street lamp flickered momentarily before burning out. All that was left was the light of the moon.
"Come on Nissy... it's not so scary. I'm here to protect you. Bet there's a whole bunch of cats in that house havin' a party. Bet there's nip..."
Nissy's ears perked up at the word nip. "Fine, but you lead the way," and the two cats slowly and cautiously approached the house.
Once at the door, Nissy and Seville looked up. They looked way, way up. The door knocker was out of reach. How would they let everyone know they had arrived? Then, with a moan and a creak, the door slowly opened on its own. The cats stood motionless, frozen in terror.
"Ummm... Nissy... maybe I did make an error with those teleportation coordinates," suggested Seville. "Perhaps we should uh... um... leave?"
Under his breath Nissy hissed, "we can't leave, Sivvers. I was countin' on usin' Sammy's teleportation tunnel to get us back home. I don't have any spare egg beaters on me. And where did you get those egg beaters you were usin', anyway?"
"I told you not to ask, brother. Let's just say, they were refurbished egg beaters but if I get my paws on that weasel..."
Nissy breathed in slowly, straightening his spine and lifting his tail in a show of confidence. "Come on Sivvers, I have a plan. Follow me." Together, the two cats padded quietly into the house. "I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am not afraid," Nissy chanted to himself.
"Glad you're not scared, Niss, 'cause I'll admit I'm shakin' in my boots back here. At least I would be if I was wearin' boots."
Nissy sniffed the air, detecting a faint familiar smell. "Come on Seville," he hissed. "I think the kitchen is this way."
Sure enough, the cats found the kitchen. It was dark and grungy and generally speaking, pretty disgusting. "Help me go through the cupboards," Nissy instructed Seville. "We're looking for..."
Seville cut him off with a squeal of delight as he cried, "one of these?" and held up an old egg beater.
Nerissa and Seville stared in awe at the egg beater. It was old and dirty but it would do the job. It would get them home from wherever they were which was clearly NOT Sammy's house.
Suddenly a ghostly apparition appeared in the doorway, blocking their way out. Bats came from out of nowhere and darted this way and that over their heads. A scream was heard from upstairs. A loud, piercing scream.
Nissy snatched the egg beater out of Seville's paw and yelled, "RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! RUN FOR ALL NINE OF THEM!"
Together the two boys ran right through the ghostly apparition, through the living room and out the front door. Using their tails, they swatted away the bats that were determined to dive at them as they made their escape. They ran and ran and ran until finally, they reached the street where they had first landed after teleporting.
Nissy tripped and Seville stumbled over him. "Oomph! Ouch! Get off my tail you big twenty pound marmalade cat!" cried Nissy.
Sammy reached out a paw and helped Nissy out from underneath his brother. "You okay there pal? You guys had a rough landing after teleporting. I think you might even have been knocked unconscious for a minute or two."
Nissy picked himself up and brushed some grit and a couple of leaves off his fur. "Oh... yeah... yeah, I'm okay. We're okay, Seville. Just a bit of a rough landing, that's all."
"Seriously Niss," suggested Sammy, "you have got to get yourself a teleportation tunnel. Those egg beaters are far too unpredictable. Speaking of which, where did you ever find that grungy old one?"
Nissy looked down on the floor of Sammy's living room and saw, resting by one of Seville's hind paws, an old dirty, beat-up egg beater. A shiver ran down his spine. The egg beater looked familiar. It looked exactly like the egg beater they had found in the kitchen of the haunted manor. MOUSES!