Ngoc Chau does not own Monsters Vs Aliens.

I saw Monsters Vs Aliens on the weekend and I simply fell in love with it. Right after having a curious idea about if there was any fanfiction of it on the internet and what would it portray. Amazingly, I've found that there were a lot of Dr Cockroach and Susan fanfics. I just love them! There's so much more to Dr Cockroach than meets the eye and he's such a surprising character like he's very clean but he eats garbage. I love his voice, aka Hugh Laurie's voice. So deep and sophisticated!!! Sigh.... I thought that he made a good pair with Susan especially after that 'Cat's me-wow!' line.

Here's the fanfic, it's only the prologue, but after it is very interesting. I hope you will hold out and see what the real chap is like.

I'm really into sci-fi now. If any of you have seen Distric 9, you should also check out my fics of that. A lot of people say they're good too.

General W. R. Monger sat in a cafe in the heart of Paris.

People of different shapes and sizes walked by and sweet melodious violin music played on the streets. Everything was so bright and colourful, he could easily imagine why Susan had her heart set on coming here. Blended murmerings that he could barely make out rang in his ears, but he had to remember that he was a guest in the foreign country and be polite. It wasn't really bothering him, so he thought that it no big deal to punch someone out. Although he was getting mighty tempted by a black and white mime pretending to be pressed against an invisiable wall just across the street. Mimes were creepy with those blank faces and wide eyes. Guys wearing black lipstick and tight skinny suspenders was something that annoyed him greatly as well.

He took a sip of his coffee -served black with no sugar- and twisted his head around the view. It was only 3 weeks after the attack of Escargantua and the Eiffel Tower was still covered in green snail slime.
"Looks like snot." he mumbled to himself as he took another sip.

In the wafting light smoke from the steaming cup of cofffee, he saw a blurred figure saunter over to him. He slowly lowered the cup and his eyes moved upward to the figure. He saw lace and light pink. The curving hips turning into a thin waist and a small bust that was child-like but just blossoming into adulthood. He looked up higher to see the pointing triangle of bare flesh directing to a round angular face with bright blue eyes and light brown hair. The way it was cropped on one side of her face and then slinking close to her scalp; the few loose strands of it blew over her blushing face and her thin lips curved up in a smile.
"Bonjour, monsieur." she greeted him in a thick french accented voice. Her bare arms moved up and those long fingers brushed back the hair hovering over those baby-blues.

He gulped at what a young girl like her would be doing around a military man dressed in green, especially when she looked to be in her late teens or early 20s while he was already pushing the old age of 90.
"Afternoon, little miss." he greeted back in his gruff american voice.

She chuckled a high laugh and pulled a chair right across from him. It squealed against the white pavement but it didn't ruin the effect of glamour the young woman was casting.
"Is this your first time en Paris?" she asked him.
Her -th- sounded like -zh- and the way she pronouned Paris was 'Par-ree'; it was easy to tell that she was a native to the city of lights and love.

"I've been here a few times, little miss." he answered as he took another quick sip of his coffee.

She didn't sit down yet, but she still introduced herself, "Mes amis call me 'Hunny'. What do you friends call you, monsieur?"

He answered, his eyes shifting suspiciously side to side, "They call me the General."

"Ooohhh." he could tell that she was faking the amazement, "An american soldier..... c'est amusant." She sat down and leaned forward, her head balanced on her jutting knuckles and her fingers were bent in elegance. With her other hand, she brought it close to his mug of coffee. It was then he noticed that she was wearing gloves. "General, I can show you the things you thought you would never see in a city comme ca."

"I've seen more than you probably would, little miss." he informed of her.

She scoffed and pointed to the dripping Eiffel Tower behind them in the distance, "I have seen un escargot grand. J'en doute that there are quelqu'un I have not seen." She arched a thin penciled eye-brow at him and cooed, "Viens, General. Come and play with me."

He narrowed his eyes at the young woman sitting across from him. His army gut was telling him that something was wrong with her and he had 2 choices; To follow the young lady at what she was proposing or stick with his gut.
He chose to follow his gut.....

Forgive me for the lack of accents. My laptop is really crappy and old.

Something's wrong with the young french girl! What could it possibly be? Check back in on this fanfic soon or just put it on alerts to figure it out.

What's to expect next are funny jokes with the dim-witted Bob, bone cracking pain for Link, an endearing moment between Dr C and Susan and a big twist!!!!!

Please review!!!!