“AAIIEEE!” She shrieked when she saw him. “FRED! THERE’S A PEEPING TOM AT THE WINDOW!” Jay replied indignantly. “I’m not Tom, I’m Jay!” “Oh, all right, dearie.” The lady responded, then shrieked again. “AAIIEE! FRED! THERE’S A PEEPING JAY AT THE WINDOW!” **** “They can’t get over here, right?” Jay asked nervously.
1. That's so funny!! 2. * thinks of what could happen if the Yokai tired jumping for it* Let's hope they don't try anything.. for their sake.
1. Heh, thanks. Seriously, why do they call them "peeping TOMS"?? 2. *Dumbledore's voice* You care for the cats, don't you?
With a hissing burst of electricity, the wires broke free from the post, and Jay, still clinging to the power line, fell diagonally toward the side of a nearby building. Citizens on the streets looked up and gasped at the sight of the boy swinging on a sparkling power line like Tarzan. “AAAUUUGGH!” Jay groaned as he smashed into the side of the building, where the line flapped and waved under his weight. He swung around, the movement of the wires banging his body over and over again against the side. When he finally stopped swinging, he moaned wearily by a window, where a lady was playing on her phone from inside. “AAIIEEE!” She shrieked when she saw him. “FRED! THERE’S A PEEPING TOM AT THE WINDOW!” Jay replied indignantly. “I’m not Tom, I’m Jay!” “Oh, all right, dearie.” The lady responded, then shrieked again. “AAIIEE! FRED! THERE’S A PEEPING JAY AT THE WINDOW!” Cole sighed, then leapt off the roof. A spinning waist-high vortex and ball of rushing air enveloped him, thrusting him up into the air and to Jay. He grabbed Jay’s hand and yanked him upwards with him, the two of them rising, then tumbling to the roof of the next building. “Thanks.” Jay gasped. “No prob—OW! Watch it with the sparks, Jay!” Cole sucked his stinging fingers, which had been stung by leftover power from the wire. Jay chuckled and flicked his wrist to rid himself of the extra sparks. “Sorry.” Zane joined them from his own Airjitzu vortex. “There are even more cats.” He gasped as he stumbled to his feet beside the other two. Cole looked at the police station standing across the street to see two more huge cat-creatures joining the other three. They hissed and bared their spiky fangs, their teeth and eyes gleaming in the dim light of the city. They glared at them balefully from across the street, lashing their tails. “Good thing they can’t get over here, huh?” Jay chuckled uneasily. One by one, the cats turned away from the side of the roof and disappeared into the shadows beyond. The boys stared into the darkness of the roof searchingly, but there was no more sign of the cats. That was eery. “They can’t get over here, right?” Jay asked nervously.
Why didn't Jay do Airjitzu? Or maybe he can't, because he's a cat. . . .