Mikey was just leaving the bus studio when he accidentally stumbled over one of Ray's precious guitar pedals, and suddenly, everything became ten times bigger.
What the fuck? Mikey tried to say. What came out was, "Meow?"
A fast-moving blur shot across the floor, and Mikey, cat-senses all attuned, whirled on it. "Meow!" Gerard said happily, and darted beneath the sofa.
No really. "Meow, meow." Mikey sighed and examined his paws. He was a kitten. A motherfucking kitten. How was this his life?
A large ball rolled out from beneath the sofa. Gerard came dashing out after it, batting at it gleefully.
"Meow!" Gerard proclaimed, and stuck his head inside the opening of the ball. Mikey blinked at it confusedly. Why would - oh, right. It was a hamster ball. For hamsters. He tried to convey this to Gerard somehow, but by that time, Gerard had already contorted half his body into it, and was rolling around, looking ridiculous.
Seriously, stop it. Mikey glared at Gerard, summoning up the look of utter disgust that could freeze everyone in their tracks, but it seemed like his cat-powers weren't fully developed yet. Or else Gerard was immune to them.
Gerard had his entire body in the hamster ball now, blinking wide-eyed as the ball swayed to and fro, looking immensely pleased with himself.
Mikey twitched his tail and stalked past him. Clearly the only solution here was to ignore him.
A few minutes later, he was unable to resist looking. Gerard was still curled up in that hamster ball, which was rolling around feebly as Gerard grabbed his tail.
Mikey stalked back over to Gerard.
"Meow!!" Gerard said to Mikey's face, which maybe meant, Look! I have a tail!
"Meow," Mikey said back, meaning, Dude, there's this thing called dignity.
"Hey, so - " Ray's big stompy feet filled the doorway of the studio. Mikey had never thought of Ray's feet as big or stompy before, but there they were. Ray was like a giant. "Um, guys?"
"MEOW!" Mikey screamed at him.
"Oh my god." Ray blinked at him. "Gerard?"
Mikey arched his back and hissed a little. Then he lifted a paw and pointed it at Gerard, who still hadn't climbed out of the hamster ball. Maybe he was stuck. It served him right.
"Oh my god," Ray said again, and then made this horrible noise. It took Mikey a couple of seconds to realise it was laughter. Oh god. No wonder Bunny always looked so affronted when he and Alicia burst out laughing. Then, to Mikey's horror, instead of fixing everything, Ray just crouched down and took out his phone and started taking a video. Of stupid Gerard in his stupid hamster ball.
"Meow! Meow!" Mikey shrieked. He clawed at Ray's feet, demanding him to pay attention.
"Dude, I'm sorry," Ray said, gesturing apologetically with his free hand, then absently brushing Mikey away from his feet, like Mikey was an errant fly and not his bandmate-in-distress, hello. "I can't do anything, you just have to wait for it to wear off."
"Meow," Mikey said, and went off to sulk in a corner.
He told himself he was going to ignore everything until this ordeal was over, but then there are more feet sounds and, huh. Even Frank looks tall from this angle. "Is that - ?"
"Yeah. Look at Gerard - "
"In the hamster ball, oh my god!" Frank said gleefully.
Gerard poked his head out of the ball. "Meow?" he said, then finally tumbled out of the thing and flopped out onto the floor. Mikey glared at him again, for good measure, just wishing that -
"Fuck!" Mikey turned his head gingerly to see what he'd run into - the edge of a keyboard. He rubbed his head with his - wait, his very human hand, yes!
Gerard was still sprawled out on the floor next to the hamster ball, looking just as ridiculous as he did when he was a kitten. "That was awesome!" he crowed.
"I know, right?" Frank grinned.
"What the fuck, Toro?" Mikey grumbled. Why the hell would anyone have a guitar pedal that turned people into kittens, anyway?
Ray just shrugged and laughed. He was still kind of busy with his phone, like he was going to upload -
Sooooo...
What the fuck? Mikey tried to say. What came out was, "Meow?"
A fast-moving blur shot across the floor, and Mikey, cat-senses all attuned, whirled on it. "Meow!" Gerard said happily, and darted beneath the sofa.
No really. "Meow, meow." Mikey sighed and examined his paws. He was a kitten. A motherfucking kitten. How was this his life?
A large ball rolled out from beneath the sofa. Gerard came dashing out after it, batting at it gleefully.
"Meow!" Gerard proclaimed, and stuck his head inside the opening of the ball. Mikey blinked at it confusedly. Why would - oh, right. It was a hamster ball. For hamsters. He tried to convey this to Gerard somehow, but by that time, Gerard had already contorted half his body into it, and was rolling around, looking ridiculous.
Seriously, stop it. Mikey glared at Gerard, summoning up the look of utter disgust that could freeze everyone in their tracks, but it seemed like his cat-powers weren't fully developed yet. Or else Gerard was immune to them.
Gerard had his entire body in the hamster ball now, blinking wide-eyed as the ball swayed to and fro, looking immensely pleased with himself.
Mikey twitched his tail and stalked past him. Clearly the only solution here was to ignore him.
A few minutes later, he was unable to resist looking. Gerard was still curled up in that hamster ball, which was rolling around feebly as Gerard grabbed his tail.
Mikey stalked back over to Gerard.
"Meow!!" Gerard said to Mikey's face, which maybe meant, Look! I have a tail!
"Meow," Mikey said back, meaning, Dude, there's this thing called dignity.
"Hey, so - " Ray's big stompy feet filled the doorway of the studio. Mikey had never thought of Ray's feet as big or stompy before, but there they were. Ray was like a giant. "Um, guys?"
"MEOW!" Mikey screamed at him.
"Oh my god." Ray blinked at him. "Gerard?"
Mikey arched his back and hissed a little. Then he lifted a paw and pointed it at Gerard, who still hadn't climbed out of the hamster ball. Maybe he was stuck. It served him right.
"Oh my god," Ray said again, and then made this horrible noise. It took Mikey a couple of seconds to realise it was laughter. Oh god. No wonder Bunny always looked so affronted when he and Alicia burst out laughing. Then, to Mikey's horror, instead of fixing everything, Ray just crouched down and took out his phone and started taking a video. Of stupid Gerard in his stupid hamster ball.
"Meow! Meow!" Mikey shrieked. He clawed at Ray's feet, demanding him to pay attention.
"Dude, I'm sorry," Ray said, gesturing apologetically with his free hand, then absently brushing Mikey away from his feet, like Mikey was an errant fly and not his bandmate-in-distress, hello. "I can't do anything, you just have to wait for it to wear off."
"Meow," Mikey said, and went off to sulk in a corner.
He told himself he was going to ignore everything until this ordeal was over, but then there are more feet sounds and, huh. Even Frank looks tall from this angle. "Is that - ?"
"Yeah. Look at Gerard - "
"In the hamster ball, oh my god!" Frank said gleefully.
Gerard poked his head out of the ball. "Meow?" he said, then finally tumbled out of the thing and flopped out onto the floor. Mikey glared at him again, for good measure, just wishing that -
"Fuck!" Mikey turned his head gingerly to see what he'd run into - the edge of a keyboard. He rubbed his head with his - wait, his very human hand, yes!
Gerard was still sprawled out on the floor next to the hamster ball, looking just as ridiculous as he did when he was a kitten. "That was awesome!" he crowed.
"I know, right?" Frank grinned.
"What the fuck, Toro?" Mikey grumbled. Why the hell would anyone have a guitar pedal that turned people into kittens, anyway?
Ray just shrugged and laughed. He was still kind of busy with his phone, like he was going to upload -
"Oh no you don't," Mikey said, and pounced.