Jethro the Cat Part 3

The Poem was still long even after I cut it into two. 
So now, it's three parts to view.

Meanwhile, the six animals travelled around the land,

And defeated those minions who had goodness banned.

But Jethro had enough; his impatience couldn’t wait.

He talked to Vance, and asked why he couldn’t participate.

“You want to know why we won’t let you fight?”

“Because it’s how the world works, this is just right.”

“We never liked you because you mock our traditions.”

“Learn to behave, and we’ll not regret your addition.”

It was right at this moment that Jethro did depart,

As Vance came to view it, his actions were the right start.

But the other animals who saw it; they didn’t agree.

The punishment, they felt, was not the right degree.

After Jethro’s departure, the group carried on.

They fought more with some brains and some brawn.

But soon, the battles grew tougher and longer.

A pack of Grimms was a chore since they were stronger.

Just when the group thought it couldn’t be worse,

Then came the ones who are never contrary in a hearse.

“Attention, you travelers,” the six of them said

“It’s time that we showed you true fear and dread.”

To the warning, the five animals refused to regard,

And they readied themselves on the villains’ backyard.

Unfortunately for them, the evil ones were victorious,

And they whisked them off to parts most inglorious.

Everything above was seen by Jethro’s study eyes.

He’d quickly go save them, or so one might surmise.

But actually, Jethro was happy that they were defeated.

And he went off to do what he liked and like what he did.

In the dungeon constructed by that Evil Sire,

The five animals were trapped, surrounded by fire.

“It’s not fair that they won,” Daisy Mae did mope,

“How could they beat us? Their brains are just soap.”

“Good always win, and bad ones lose,” Vance complained,

“But those lackeys beat us; I want that explained.”

“Because it’s my world; it does what I want done.”

They saw the Gamemaster; by his presence, they were stun.

He then changed shape; he was now the Evil Sire.

“To have you defeat me? No, that was not my desire.”

“But what’s this? I see that the cat’s not among you.”

“Well, I’ll have to find him. That’s not hard to do.”

And with those words, the Evil Gamemaster went away.

And left the five animals in complete disarray.