Blue Fume Moon (includes 2 episodes: Boardwalk Blunder and When Looking for Love goes a Little Loopy (a little parody of For Scent-imental Reasons)
By: Rocket Racer To Rkerekes13: the inspiration of this story; I couldn't have done it without your story!
(This fanfiction is a continuation of the Fifi/Furrball relationship. This is just my first story, but I hope you like it. Enjoy!)

It was 6:30 p.m. on a Friday and Furrball was heading to Fifi La Fume's Cadillac since they scheduled a date together. On arriving, he was happy that his cardboard box was beside the car since he agreed to live with her other than the old alley.
He knocked on the passenger door with his heart pounding in his chest. This was proboably his first night on the town with Fifi and he didn't want to mess up anything.
"I'm really nervous about this," he said to himself. "But I can't let Fifi down now!"
The door opened up and there stood Fifi. She was wearing a bright red dress and low heeled closed-toe shoes. Furrball never saw her look so beautiful in his own life.
"Bonjour Furrball," Fifi greeted cheerfully as she saw her lover outside. "You came just een time." She went to hug Furrball and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Furrball blushed as he touched his kissed cheek. "No problem," he said. "Uh, is this outfit okay?" He showed her a worn out tuxedo jacket. "It's the best one I can find."
Fifi closed her door and locked her arm around Furrball's elbow. "Eet doesn't matter to moi, just as long as you're ready for our date." And with that, they walked down the road to the French diner.

When the two entered through the door, the place smelled fresh and the people were very friendly. Once seated at a table close to the center of the room and ordered a couple of drinks, Fifi was the first to speak: "So, Furrball, do vous like zhe decor of zis place?
Eet is ze best I can come up with."
Furrball repied, "Yeah, it's great, I just hope the food here's good too."
"Oh, you weell love eet!," said Fifi smiling. "It has more varieties of fish zan zat old alley. So, tell me, Furrball, have vous ever gone on a date like zis before?"
Furrball replied, "Well, not really. You were actually the first who asked me out on one."
Fifi got closer to Furrball and said, "Do not worwy, I have zis, how you say, under control."

A half-hour later, while Furrball and Fifi were enjoying their meal, Furrball spoke up:
"Hey, uh, Fifi, I should probably tell you something: You are not the only skunk who chases me around a lot."
Fifi looked up from her plate and stared at him. "What?," she said in disbelief.
"Who else ees attracted to the white stripe, Furrball?"
Furrball did his best to describe the female skunk. "Well," he shrugged. "She is a little taller than you and she is pink, not purple."
Fifi thought for a while and then, her eyes lit up. "Bimbette!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"She too likes boys, but she got Johnny Pew's autograph from moi! How did she find vous, my leetle pussycat of passion?"
Furrball shrugged again. "Well," he started as he brings his mind back to that very day when he got chased by Bimbette.