Two weeks had passed since the Chumpy Chumps left, and for the three cats life had been sweet. No bossing around, no loud Rock music at 3 a.m., no nothing, just peace. In the front yard, Gordon, Waffle and Blik where lying down on beach chairs while wearing sunglasses and drinking root beer.

Mr. Blik: Ahhh… This is the life.

Gordon: Aye, I have to agree, laddie. Life without the Chumps is pretty sweet.

Waffle: It sure is!

Gomez: (on a tiny beach chair wearing tiny sunglasses) Squeak!

  Just then, they heard a truck horn. They all lifted up their sunglasses and saw a mover’s truck in front of the house where the Chumps used to live.

Gordon: Looks like someone’s movin’ into the old Chump house.

Waffle: Splee! New neighbours!

Mr. Blik: (annoyed) Oh, great. New neighbours.

Gordon: It’s not so bad, lad. Maybe they’re friendly.

Mr. Blik: Yeah, right. That’s what you’re saying now. But I bet you’ll change your opinion when they knock at our door while you’re doing something important, you go get it and they’re in front of you, with a huge smile, saying things like “Hello, neighbour! Can I borrow a cup of sugar?” New neighbours suck.

  The truck door opens on the passenger side and a cat gets off. A female cat! She’s black, white and orange, has green eyes and is holding a fishbowl covered with a blanket.

Waffle: Oooh! She’s pretty!

Gordon: Great gopher! She’s beautiful!

Mr. Blik: Holly molly! She can borrow sugar from me any day!

  Gordon runs up to her, smiling like crazy.

Gordon: Greetings, lass. I am Gordon Quid from the Highland Quid Clan and I would like to welcome you to our humble neighbourhood.

Trixie: Thanks! I’m Trixie. I just moved in from Florida.

Mr. Blik: (pushes Gordon away) I am Mr. Blik, but you can call me Blik.

Trixie: Uh… OK?

Gordon: Hey! I saw her first!

  Gordon jumps onto Blik and they start fighting.

Mr. Blik: I thought you liked Kimberly!

Gordon: And I thought you liked Katilda!

Mr. Blik: Who told you that?!

  During all that, Waffle had gotten up from his chair, picked up Gomez and was standing right behind Trixie.

Waffle: Hi!

Trixie: (turns around) Oh, hi! Didn’t see you there.

Waffle: I’m Waffle, and those are Gordon and Mr. Blik. They’re my brothers!

Trixie: You’re brothers? You look so different from each other!

Waffle: Yeah, I know. (notices her fishbowl) What’s that?

Trixie: What, this? (uncovers it) It’s my pet newt, Morticia!

Waffle: You have a newt? I have a newt! Actually, I have dozens of newts… But this is my favourite! He’s called Gomez!

Gomez: Squeak!

Morticia: Squeak!

Gomez and Morticia: (in love) Squeak…

Trixie: Awww… I think they like each other!

Waffle: Yeah!

Trixie: (looks at her wrist watch) Oh my god! I’m blabbing away and it’s already 2 p.m.! I’ll never be able to unpack my things before nightfall!

Waffle: Don’t worry! I’ll help you!

Trixie: Really? That’s so sweet of you! Let’s go, then!

  They both went into Trixie’s new house. Gomez and Morticia were on the lawn talking in Newtuguese, and Blik and Gordon were still fighting uselessly.