Firestar: *goes on stage wearing a monocle and has a fashionable cane* Good evening, she-cats and gentletoms. Tonight you are in for a very special treat!

Bluestar: BOO! YOU STINK! *throws tomato*

Firestar: *fashionably dodges tomato* Cats in all four Clans have been chosen to make a theater production inspired by...

Graystripe and Sandstorm: *starts a drumroll nearby*

Firestar: ...GUY FAWKES NIGHT! Even though this is Halloween and Guy Fawkes Night isn't until November 5th!

Crowd: *silent*

Firestar: *in a ridiculous pose*

Blackstar: GET HIM!!!! *throws tomatoes*

Tomato and Co.: *fly at Firestar*

Firestar: EEEK! *runs behind the curtain*

CAST:

Rowanstar—Ron Catesby, the leader of the group

Brambleclaw—Guy Fawkes

Crowfeather: The person who sent a letter to Lord Monteagle

Onestar—Lord Monteagle

Reedfeather and Hawkfrost—Part of King James I protective forces

Hollyleaf--Narrator

Rowanstar: Alright everybody, King James I has to die, because he is not as Catholic as his mother.

Crowfeather: How do we do that, then?

Brambleclaw: By blowing up the House of Parliament, of course! It's the perfect plan, isn't it, Rowanstar?

Rowanstar: Hm... good idea. The King is bound to be in there, not to mention the Prince of Wales.

Crowfeather: Prince of Whales? You mean Poseidon?

Rowanstar: Doesn't matter. I'm leading. All of you, get as many barrels of gunpowder as you can! The House of Nobody-Cares-What-It's-Called is going DOWN!!!

~36 barrels of gunpowder later~

Narrator: As the plotters worked on storing the barrels of gunpowder under the House of Lords, it became clear that innocent people were going to die in this attack. Some even considered booking it, or perhaps sending a letter to warn the people...

Crowfeather: This is wrong... we're going to get caught... so many people are going to die... What if this doesn't work? Can we get out in time? Maybe I'll write a letter...

Dear Lord Onestar, my friend,

Stay away from the House of Parliament. I'm warning you, if you go there tonight or even tomorrow you will die. I don't want your death on my hands if you choose not to listen.

Sincerely,

A friend

Crowfeather: *sneaks out to go put it on Onestar's den-step*

Brambleclaw: Crowfeather! Where have you been?! We're almost done!

Crowfeather: T-to check if the coast was still clear, Brambleclaw.

Rowanstar: Okay, folks, are you ready to blow this baby off the ground?

Extremists: YES!!!!!!

Brambleclaw and Rowanstar: *gets lighter and tries to ignite the gunpowder*

Reedfeather: WOOP! WOOP! THIS IS THE SOUND OF THE KING'S FORCES! WOOP! WOOP!

Rowanstar: We're caught!

Crowfeather: My letter made it! Book it, mates! *sprints away*

Plotters: *runs after him*

Brambleclaw: *still trying to ignite the gunpowder* Cowards! Mouse-brains! We still have time to ignite the—

Hawkfrost: *busts the cellar door down* YOU'RE GOING TO BE EXECUTED!

Brambleclaw: Nooo!

*Curtains drop*

Narrator: After the king's forces caught him, Guy Fawkes was tortured and killed. November 5th is Bonfire Night, dedicated to celebrating the king's safety and the failure of the plan. The end!