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(Scene: Dr Mau's office again. Munkustrap is in there and looking very disgruntled.) Munkustrap: I don't see why we have to do this--
Dr Mau: It's good for my portfolio . . .
(Enter Macavity.)
Macavity: Good afternoon Doc--let me start first by saying that this was probably a bad idea--
Munkustrap: (glaring) I'll say.
Dr Mau: You're already agreeing with each other--that's a good start.
Mac: No way--I'm not agreeing with Mister Goody-Two-Shoes here . . . he's always trying to pin something on me--
Munkustrap: Hrrummph . . . Tell *him* I hold him personally responsibly for anything that goes wrong--
Mac: Tell *him* I would rather not have anything to do with his tribe--
Munkustrap: Oh yeah? Then ask him what he was doing on the night of the Jellicle Ball!
Dr Mau: This is not working guys . . . You're supposed to be here to work things out. You're *brothers*--
Mac and Munkustrap: A fact I would dearly like to forget-- (glaring at each other) Stop saying what I say!
Dr Mau: Cool it before I call security. Why don't we try to see what's at the root of this problem . . .
Munkustrap: (sulky) He always wanted what I had!
Mac: That's not true!
Munkustrap: Demi, Demi, Demi--
Mac: She was *my* ex, remember?
Munkustrap: Yeah, but you dumped her! And now you want her back?
Dr Mau: I thought we covered this already--
Mac: Yes, we did--you're welcome to her . . .
Munkustrap: Ah-ha! You're implying that I got the leftovers!
Mac: I never did!
Dr Mau: I sent a great deal of suppressed resentment here . . .
Munkustrap: Ha! After he left and became such a *bad kitty*, I had to be the good one! No one ever asked *me* if I liked being the good one!
Mac: (defensive) Hey it was the school of hard-knocks out there--I had to earn my position unlike some others I could name--
Munkustrap: (louder) You were always Old D's favourite! You would've been leader if you hadn't left!
Mac: I was kicked out! (By then, the two cats are standing toe-to-toe)
Dr Mau: Alright--the subtle approach isn't working . . . we have to do something *drastic* . . .
Munkustrap: Huh?
Mac: I have a bad feeling about this . . .
Munkustrap: That and the Star Wars references that keep popping up for no good reason.
(Half and hour later, the two cats are standing in a boxing ring.)
Munkustrap: This is ridiculous . . .
Mac: I will agree with that even though I normally wouldn't under any other circumstances.
Dr Mau: I got a deal with Pay-Per-View for this . . .
Mac: What? That's the last straw, Doc! I refuse to be exploited! You're fired!
Dr Mau: You can't do that!
Mac: Just watch me . . .
Munkustrap: You tell her!
Dr Mau: Of all the--
Mac: Can it, Doc. I won't even leave *him* to the mercies of commercialisation.
Munkustrap: Thank you--I think . . .
Dr Mau: (smugly) But I did settle something--you two are getting along.
Mac: Darn, outmaneuvered again . . .
Dr Mau: The bill will be coming along the usual way.
Munkustrap: Does this mean we don't get to punch the living daylights out of each other?
Dr Mau: (glares)
Munkustrap: Kidding!
Mac: Let's do lunch--you can try being the bad guy for once if you want . . .
Munkustrap: You can try managing a whole junkyard of cats in exchange if you want . . .