Thomas leaped out of the cat door and walked into the street and started to look around. He was trying to find "Meow", the hottest club in the suburb. He hears some music about a block away. It was faint, but luckily Thomas has great hearing. He started off in the directions of the music, but before he could get very far, Mac, the younger of the twins, charged out of the cat door. "Woah", Thomas said scared. "Oh, It's just you", he said to Mac still shaking. "Yep", Mac said in a high-pitched voice.  "I thought you said you weren't going out tonight", Thomas said puzzled. "I couldn't get to sleep, so I decided to go get some milk at Meow", Mac said. " Alright", Thomas said, " Just follow me, it's about a block this way". "Ok", Mac said looking a bit tired. It took them about 5 minutes to get to "Meow". It was under the floorboards of a two floor house bought by a recently married couple. Thomas and Mac walked in and it was about as busy ever. Several Siamese cats were dancing on the dance floor, some Tabby cats were at the bar, and 3 kittens were playing darts in the corner. Thomas and Mac sat down at the only two open seats at the bar. "Hey Chris can I have a drink", Thomas said. "Sure Thomas, What do you want?", Chris said. "I'll take a Milk on the Rocks", Thomas said. "What about you, Mac?", he said curiously. "Same", he said. "Alright guys, here you are" he said as he handed him the drinks. Mac chugged it down immediately hoping it would make him sleepy. After, he finish chugging it he said "Hey, I think it worked", and passed out. "This always happens", Thomas said sighing. "You want me to take him home, Thomas?", Chris said with a caring look in his eye. "Sure, I think I'll stick around and do some dancing". "Alright, I'll see you around Thomas", he said. "Bye", Thomas said feeling bad about Mac. He stuck around for about an hour doing his best dance moves. He was doing The Twist, Rockin' the Robot, and Moonwalking to Michael Catson's "Thriller". After he was done he started walking home. He was about half-way home when he saw Cupcake. A grey Persian cat, who was owned by a lovely elderly couple three houses away from Thomas' owners' house. "Hey Cupcake", Thomas said smiling. "Oh, Hi Thomas", Cupcake said back kind of suprised, "So you decided to come out tonight?". "Oh, Yeah", he said shyly, " Mac was with me, but he passed out once we got to 'Meow"."Again!", Cupcake said shocked, "That's the third time this week". "Yeah"Thomas said,"But every time he drinks milk he just passes out". "He needs to learn how to handle it", she said a bit annoyed, "I'm only eight and a half weeks old and I can drink four glasses of milk before I fall asleep". "He's pretty wimpy when it comes to milk", Thomas said agreeingly. "No kidding" said Cupcake. "Holy Cats! It's already 2:30! I gotta go", said Thomas very shocked. "Alright, I'll see you around Thomas". "Bye Cupcake" Thomas said as he ran in the direction of his house. "Bye", Cupcake yelled after him.

Thomas was home in less than three minutes and immediately jumped through the cat door. Once he was inside, he found his bed, lied down, and closed his eyes in a pile of his siblings... Waiting for the next night.