Well Hello Dobby

“Do you mind if we get back to what's important now?” Dobby asks.

Everyone looks at Dobby.

“ME!”

Tinkletoes and Writer Lady look back at each other, then look back at Dobby.

“Of course.”

“Don't worry about the Action Hero thing not working I've got tons of ideas.”

This time another throat clears. TP is floating next to Tinkletoes wearing his director's clothes, complete with expensive sunglasses and a bullhorn. Setting the bullhorn down on a table, TP flies over to Dobby and floats back and forth in front of his new “star.”

“No. No. NO...” TP says shaking his finger. The faerie paces back and forth in front of the leather clad ginger tabby. “This is not right at all. This is what happens when you have no respect for the art that is film making. Dobby was endorsed by the Gem of the Con. That is class. Felines are clean, cunning and chic. We have to show the world this amazing example of impeccable feline style. We need...Armani.” TP snaps his fingers. There is a rumble and large puff of smoke encases Dobby. When the smoke clears the leathers from the action hero costume have been replaced with a fitted black suit. The creases in the pants are defined. The tie—narrow bordering on skinny. “Turn around.” TP orders. Dobby rotates. The suit fits beautifully. The pants altered to accommodate Dobby's tail. The black fabric dramatically opposite to his orange fur.

“Wow.” Writer Lady says.

“He looks like a Halloween decoration.” Tinkletoes says unimpressed.

TP coughs and glares at Tinkletoes. The room quiets.

“You are classic my good cat and we will present you in this way. What is more classic than Broadway?” TP waves his arms and a stage appears along the living room wall. The floor glows with a high polish. The red of the curtains is striking against the shimmer of the floor. “Dobby, if you will take the stage.”

Dobby carefully makes his way up the stairs, stands center stage and waits. “I would like you to sing and dance for me.”

“Are you sure that's a good idea? His yowling is highly annoying.” Writer Lady asks.

“Shhhh!”

Tinkletoes laughs from the spot he has taken on the couch. Writer Lady glares at him sitting down on the other end. Tinkletoes coughs lightly and turns his attention back to the stage.

“You will need musical accompaniment.” TP flutters up and flies into High Command. When he returns Incognito is following. The clone warrior's gun has been replaced with a trumpet. “Right up there on stage young man. To Dobby's left.” TP turns around to face his audience. “The song I have chosen is universally enjoyed by music lovers of all types all over the world. I have modified it to showcase our star. We will give the world our own personal “earworm.” Everyone will be looking for our favorite cat when I am done.”

Returning his attention to the stage, “ On three. One...two...three!” TP snaps his fingers, Incognito starts playing the intro. Soon Dobby is singing.”

“Hello Dobby. Well Hello Dobby. It's so nice to have you back where you belong. You're looking swell Dobby.”

“Swell?” Tinkletoes says. “No one even uses that word anymore.”

“I can tell Dobby.”

“Now just start dancing.” TP says. “A little Soft Paw.” Dobby complies with the elegance only a cat possesses.

“You're still glowin'...you're still crowin'...you're still goin' strong.”

TP pulls a dance cane out of thin air and tosses it to Dobby. Dobby catches it without missing a beat.

“I feel the room swayin'....while the band's playin'. One of your old favorite songs from way back when.”

“Now. Prance! Lift those feet up high.” TP says.

“Oh no.” Tinkletoes says running his hand down his face. “This is just wrong.”

“So take his wrap fellas. Someone find him a lap fellas.”

“Cut!” Tinkletoes says standing and walking towards the stage.

“No cut!” TP says.

“Cut.” Tinkletoes makes it to the stage. Dobby and Incognito stop.

“No cut!” TP says using his bullhorn. “Uncut. Keep going.”

“You don't have to do this Dobby.” Tinkletoes says.

“What is going on in here?” Aunt Purdy asks entering the living room with Furnatche and the kids in tow.

“They were making Dobby a star and now they are fighting about the details.” Writer Lady says. "I'll give you specifics later."

“Yes he does.” TP says.

“No he doesn't.” Tinkletoes says.

“If he wants to be famous he does.” TP counters.

“This is not the only way.” Tinkletoes says.

“It's MY way!” TP exclaims. The faerie's body is bright red with anger. The mercenary and faerie are now nose to nose.

“You're making him look like a pussy.” Tinkletoes says.

A sharp intake of breath has been hear from the far side of the living room. They look up to see Aunt Purdy pale. She and Writer Lady are covering as many children's ears as they can.

“TP, Tinkletoes? Could you hold the conversation for just a second?” Writer Lady asks. She uncovers Dylan's ears, stands up and makes her way over to the stage with Furnatche following close behind. The minute the baby dragon sees the steps he climbs them following the scent left on them to Dobby.

“I let you both have some fun but this is becoming a problem. You tried the Action Hero thing he isn't in shape for that.” Writer Lady says, holding her left hand out several inches from the left side. “You tried the musical route which is at the other end of the spectrum.” Writer Lady says holding her right hand out to the right side. “How about something in the middle?”

"I know." Tinkletoes says, “Singing Zombies. Let's re-make Thriller.”

“Shakespeare?” TP offers.

“What is completely unique to our Dobby cat? What does he have that no other cat has?”

Writer Lady, Tinkletoes and TP all look at Dobby. The ginger tabby is standing on stage watching Furnatche get his belly rubbed by Incognito.

“A baby dragon.” Dylan had wandered over to where Writer Lady was. “Dobby has a baby dragon to play with.”