As a fan recently inducted into the fandom known as Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir, I definitely do not own the show.

Or anything from the Toy Story film franchise.

Just letting you know.

"Hey, Bugaboo!"

"Oh. Hey, Kitty. What's up?"

"What's up? That would be the blue, blue, blue sky up above, which isn't as pretty as your bluebell eyes, milady. Also, Just saying hi to the most purrrr-fect woman in the entire world to ever exist!"

"Really? Are there any other women in the world you say that to?"

"Just you. It's not I can spot if there's anyone else out there for me."

"Surrre~."

"It's true! Would I ever lie to you? Besides, if there's anyone else out there for mew, it would be your true identity."

"But you don't know my true identity. In fact, you don't even know your own true identity!"

"Exactly. You and me-we're meant to be!"

"...you're not thinking straight. Look, Chaton, you and me-We're dolls, Chat. Action figures to be exact. For everyone of me there is out there, there's more of you. Who's to say you wouldn't say that to all the other Ladybugs out there?"

"For one thing, I'm sure all those other Ladybugs don't have light-up yo-yos."

"Light-up yo-yos that are not detachable, nor do they have any strings to pull from!"

"No. But you can pull me strings, just like I can pull your strings to say "Time to de-evilize!"

"And You only say "Cataclysm!" Not exactly what I call pawsome, especially since your hands only glow green. You pretty much do nothing. You can't even stretch your own baton, which broke when you tried to bend it on the first day!"

"What can I say? I didn't make the rules, and neither did the real Chat Noir. It's purrr-ty furrr-ustrating if you ask mew!"

"...That was really bad. Have you been watching the LadyBlog again?"

"What can I say? Imitation is the greatest form of flattery. Besides, He keeps me close by when he gets on the web."

"Our owner can be pretty obsessive."

"Don't you mean purr-ty obsessive? But you're right as always, Bugaboo, he really wants to know your-well, Ladybug's- identity so much."

"True, it's almost like he knows her well in real life and is in love with her for real!"

"Who wouldn't be? She's very mew-tiful!"

"Yeah..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...hey, Chat?"

"Yes, my purrr-ty Bugaboo?"

"Ugh, don't call me that again. Listen, 'cause I'm only asking this once: if he ever finds out Ladybug's real identity...would you love me the same way you do now? With or without the mask (even though my mask can be taken off)?"

"...what kind of question is that? Of course mew will always love you. I did from the beginning-and I'll never stop."

"...Thanks, Chaton."

"Anytime, Bug-"

"Oh no, he's coming! Quick, hide!"

"Wait for mew-!"

Fourteen year old Adrien Agreste opened the door to his bedroom and looked around, his brow furrowed.

"That's strange, I could of sworn I heard something." He frowned, then shrugged. "All well, must be Plagg eating his cheese. Either that or my imagination."

He looked at his bed and grinned. "Hey, there you two are!" He scurried over to his bed and scooped up his Ladybug and Chat Noir action figures with a squeal. "Bugaboo! Mini-Me! I've been looking all over for you! Hey, let's go check out the LadyBlog! Who knows, Alya might be on right now? Maybe this time we can find out Ladybig's real identity!"