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Comedy Cats part 2!!!

If you haven't read part one, please do, but anyways, this is the sequel!!!

It is Moi, (french for me) Lulu. Me and my sister Smoka are currently in Paris, the capital of France. Things were not looking so hot for my sista, she had what humans call a bad hair day. Or as we cats call it, a bad fur day. We had come to Paris to find The Golden Comb, hidden somewhere in the Cat-A-Combs, an underground maze. Right now we are trying to follow the map to the secret entrance to the Cat-A-Combs. “Are we there yet?” I ask. “Almost”, Smoka replied, and then the ground slipped out from under us…. We had fallen through a pothole. We fell for about a mile, and then crashed into a fancy room. It was completely made of gold and was empty except for a shiny mirror with a jeweled frame, and a showcase filled with golden combs and brushes. “Who does this belong to?” wondered Smoka. “It all belongs to me” barked a raspy voice behind us. It was our enemy, the fashionista Chu Wa-wa the chihuahua. {If you don’t know what a chihuahua is, it’s downright soulless and evil, kind of like the IRS with fur}“Hey, we found it first!” I said. “And it's the Cat-a-combs, not Dog-a-combs. “Whatever. I have been searching for days, and have finally found it!” she said. Then she motioned to the two guards behind her. “Keep an eye on them.” Then Chu went to look at the hair supplies. Me and Smoka went and looked at the map again. We looked at each other and nodded. Then with a leap we disappeared behind the mirror! “Uh, Chu?” Said one of the guards. “Bless you.” Said Chu wa-wa without looking behind her. “They're escaping!” The other guard yelled, and Chu shot off. Behind the mirror was a dirt room with a door and The most beautiful comb in the world. Smoka grabbed the comb and went through the door, which led right outside the Eiffel tower. Smoka began to climb, and Chu wa-wa followed her. When they reached the top, Chu looked down and yelled, “I'M AFRAID OF HEIGHTS”!!! And clung to a pole. Smoka jumped down and a river broke her fall. “I hate getting wet," she said.” But we had the golden comb, so Her bad fur day was no more.