THE BAD GUYS IN: THE LAST WISH

The legend who never dies

"Huh? Pusss?" Shark says,

"I wonder what that crazy cats been up to all these years"

The cat Puss in Boots needed no introduction.

But in case you forgot, he was a legend who went by many names: Diablo Gato. The Furry Lover. El Chupacabra. Friskie Two-Times. The Ginger Hitman. And of course, Puss.

Such an accomplished cat needed well-deserved praise.

But even more than praise, he needed a party! Puss was preparing for the Fiesta del Puss in a cliffside mansion in Del Mar.

"And like any party of his, it would be great.

In case you're wondering, "How did Puss get a cliffside mansion in Del Mar?" do not fret--all will be revealed soon! Just put your trust in Puss.

Puss stood outside the ballroom, preparing himself for the party. Though already equipped with his cavalier hat and trusty sword, he needed to practice all his moves to bedazzle the socks-and boots -off of everyone.

"T'cha tcha oo, cha," Puss said, mimicking a fencing lunge. His paws moved swiftly and accurately.

"Oh yeah, I'm good," Puss reminded himself happily.

He was ready for the fiesta! Puss waltzed into the banquet hall to meet his guests.

He shimmied through the throngs of attendees, admiring all the partygoers as they danced to the live band.

"Welcome to my fiesta!" Puss said.

The partygoers, all decked out in strange and fine rags, held up their merriment to the sky.

"Make yourselves at home," continued Puss.

"Eat." He picked up a kabob from the food spread and waved it around, pretending it was a sword. The crowd went wild.

"And drink!" Puss leapt and flipped onto nearby barrels. With one clean swipe of his sword, he uncorked three barrels of leche and watched as the drink cascaded downward.

The partygoers cheered. They filled their glasses to the brim with leche and sang Puss's praises as he made his way through the crowd.

And we do mean through the crowd. Puss traipsed over.

a few outstretched palms, a hook, a hoof, and a child's face.

"Papa! He stepped on my face!" the child cried.

"And we will never wash it again!" the child's father called back, making sure Puss knew their loyalty to him remained unwavering.

Puss made his way onto a high balcony railing.

The crowd couldn't stop clapping and looking upon him with wonder.

A spotlight found Puss, and he took this opportunity to throw handfuls of gold into the audience below.

"People of Cordova!" cried Puss.
"It's Del Mar!" one partygoer interjected.

"People of Del Mar! Accept this golden gift from ...Puss in Boots!" Puss cheered, while chucking the gold out into his sea of adoring fans.

"Play a song!" one fan requested.

Puss smiled, feigning modesty. "No, no, no. I couldn't."

"Sing for us!" another partygoer chimed.

Even the cows mooed in agreement. Moooooo.

That translates to, "Sing for us, Puss," in Moo.

"I couldn't possibly ..." Puss trailed off.