Summary: When the Amis are scammed into adopting unusual pets, pinching, bear hugs and choking occurs; E.G & I.G Production.

.E.G&I.G Woo-hoo, new plot bunny, so many are buzzin' around in our empty heads.

The Day the Circus Came to Town

The Circus de Paris was going out of business due to popular demand, and M. Sydney Quarlow, ((Can you guess why we named him that??)) needed to get rid of all his animals and for a profit if he could. It was Laigle's daily misfortune to be passing this particular circus tent on a sunny Tuesday afternoon.

"You, sir, look like a well rounded young man," M. Sydney said taking his hat off and bowing, Bossuet laughed delightedly, "I'm afraid that you have been grossly misinformed."

"Oh, no! Monsieur! Not misinformed, not at all! But there is something missing about you," The ringmaster said slyly.

"Yeah, I know. Hair." Boussuet said lifting his cap and rubbing his bald head cheerfully.

"Not at all! Being bald suites your sunny disposition." The eagle of Meaux laughed heartily, "So I'm told! Then what?"

"A furry friend."

"What?" L'eagles asked confused.

"You know, a pet!"

"I'm living with a friend right now, I don't want to impose on his space."

"I'll give you a small pet, no one will know you have him."

"Well, what do you have?" Dear, naïve L'Aigle asked curiously.

"Oh, I'll bring him out. He's a doll."

L'eagles rocked gently back and fourth on his heels and whistled tunelessly as he patiently waited for Sydney Quarlow to return. A few moments later, the man materialized out of his tent, "Here we are!" Bossuet screamed and jumped back in horror as Quarlow brought fourth a full grown black bear on a chain, "What is that thing?"

"He's black bear. Can't you tell?"

"You said he was small!"

"He's small compared to the other animals." The ringmaster said, opening the flap to reveal an elephant and cougar inside the tent.

"That doesn't make him small!"

"But he likes you!"

"Why do you say that?" L'Aigle asked cautiously, stepping away from the bear that was trying to lick his hand.

"Please take him, if you don't I'll have to kill him and his family."

"Why his family?"

"I can't have any witnesses." Quarlow said darkly opening a switchblade.

"Okay, okay I'll take him! Don't kill 'em." Bossuet said patting the bear on the head.

"Excellent. Thank you Monsieur for your patronage." The ringmaster smiled ominously and tossed him the chain/leash, "Have a good day." And with that he disappeared into his tent again.

The eagle looked down at his new companion dejectedly, "Musichetta and Joly are not gonna be happy with you." The bear, of course, was not paying attention, but instead, was snuffling something interesting in a garbage can, "No, time to go home, bear." L'eagles said, gently tugging at the leash; the bear ignored him. "Please, I'm hungry, I wanna eat!" He continued, when the bear refused he whistled sharply, "C'mon already!" the bear then got off the trash can and on its hind legs and lumbered towards L'eagles who trembled violently, "Oh my god, don't eat me!" He cried frantically as he closed his eyes tightly waiting for impact. When he felt the bear's paws on his back he thought he was going to soil himself and did what any man would do in a situation like this, he screamed loudly.

Sydney Quarlow stuck his head out the tent flap to see what the ruckus was about, "Oh, I forgot to mention, I trained him to give bear hugs, it seemed like a good idea at the time. He's a big softie, people didn't think it was cute though." ((E.G and I.G Remember folks, these are circus animals, they're socialized and human friendly… don't ask where he got an American black bear. It just won't make sense…))

"C-can't imagine why." L'eagles said as he stood stiff as a board as the bear laid its chin on the top of his head, knocking his cap askew. "H-h-how do I m-make him stop?" He asked hurriedly.

"Well, hug him back!" The ringmaster said waving his hand like it was the stupidest thing he's ever heard. "Oh, little hint. Don't look him in the eyes, they take that as a threat." The man retreated back into the tent as Bossuet timidly wrapped his arms around the bear. The bear yawned and hopped down and a stunned Eagle hobbled down the street.

I.G & E.G: DID YOU LIKE IT!?!?! HATE IT (screw you!)?!?! Think it could be better! Please, if you don't review, we'll kill Marius… and if you hate Marius, we'll kill Gavroche…

I.G: Hold up. I don't wanna kill Gavvie. He's just a kid and he already died.

E.G: Fine fine, if you don't review –pulls out carbine and points it at I.G's head- I'll kill I.G
I.G: Do what she says! Save meeee! Pwease? –puppy eyes-