Part II
A few days later. Acme Acres' Airport.
Fifi and Furrball waited for their plane to Paris. The purple skunkette had a purse and a suitcase with the most practiced stuff. The blue cat had only a violin in a case.
"Are vous sure, that this is votre only luggage?", Fifi said.
"This is the most precious thing that I have." Furrball replied, patting the case. Then he looked at his girlfriend: "Besides you, of course."
"As always, vous flatter moi.", she giggled and looked at a departures board. "Look! Nous plane is ready to accept passengers. Shall nous?"
"Yeah, sure.", he confirmed.
A dozen minutes later, the toons were already sitting in their seats on the plane. Fifi sat closer to the window. She stared for a few moments on the view outside the window. She had seen some passengers hurrying on the plane and airport staff, who was bringing luggage into the vehicle. Then the skunkette turned to her boyfriend. She noticed, that he was sitting with bowed head.
"Furrball! Mon amour, tell moi! What's going on?"
"What? What's going on?", the cat wasn't sure what's happened.
"Why are vous so sad?", she asked.
"You see...", he began, "I... I don't know, that I fit into 'this' Christmas. Christmas in the family circle, relaxed and warm atmosphere. I... I never had such Christmas..."
"How is it? Never?", Fifi didn't hide the surprise.
"You know... I was a homeless alley cat. The cat, who haven't family. Every Christmas looked the same to me. Basically, those days weren't different for me from the usual winter days. I was sitting in my cardboard box alone. I was hungry and lonely. A heavy snow was falling, which also fell into my box. When I jumped on windowsills of buildings, I saw many happy families through the window. They sat together at the christmas table. I could feel the heat and joy radiating from them. I couldn't experience this. I felt only a terrible cold from outside. I really wanted to make this day is over. I suffered a lot in these days. I... I cried several times in these days. I cried, because I was alone. Could there be anything worse than being lonely at Christmas? I..."
The blue cat's eyes filled with tears. Fifi immediately hugged her beloved.
"Please don't cry! This is the past! This is what happened to vous, it's really awful experience. But vous believe moi! It won't happen again! Never! Vous got moi! Vous will never be alone!", she said.
"Thank you, Fifi! Thank you!", he whispered into her ear.
The purple skunkette felt, that his tears slowly dropped on her fur.
"Hello everyone. I'm the pilot of this plane and I thank you for choosing our airlines.", they heard the voice of the speakers. "Please kindly fasten your seat belts. We begin the take off of our flight to Paris. Wish you a pleasant journey."
The plane was already in the air, when Furrball asked Fifi:
"How will I talk to them?"
"With who?"
"With your family. I don't speak French! I only know a few polite phrases...", the cat replied.
"Don't worry, mon pussycat. They know about it. Fortunately, ma familie speaks English. I wrote to them, that they should speak around vous in this language.", the skunkette smiled.
"It's funny. They know so much about me... and I know nothing about them.", the blue toon said.
"I'm sorry! I had to do it before. Wait a minute...", she began to look for something in her purse.
After a moment, she pulled out a photograph. It was a picture of her family. Fifi looked a bit younger in this picture.
"Oh, this picture was made before mon departure to ACME Loo, when I was 13 years old.", she said, giving him the photo to his paw.
"This is mon papa, Fabrice La Fume", Fifi pointed at an adult blue skunk. "Mon papa is the president of the company involved in the production of organic products. It's no wonder. Behind his youth, he was an avid environmentalist and rebelled before felling any tree."
"Things don't just disappear.", Furrball smiled.
"Oui.", she giggled, and then moved her finger to the next character. It was a female skunk in Fifi's colors. "This is ma maman, Florence La Fume. She has a very beautiful voice. She once dreamed of a music career, but later she met mon papa and changed her plans. They were married and became a familia. She began to look after the home and children. She's lovely. Ma maman always knows how to advise vous. I think, she will very like vous."
"Like? Me? Why?", the cat said.
"Because she likes to help anyone, like vous.", she said, going on to the next person. It was a young, blue skunk in a nerd glasses. He was taller than Fifi. "Francis La Fume, mon frère aîné, older brother. He is a fan of all manner of technology. He always was interested in computers, cameras, game consoles, software, programming... Just everything related to electronics. Currently, he studying at the École des Mines de Paris."
"And what? Well he goes there?", Furrball asked his girlfriend.
"And how!", the skunkette said. "He gets good marks. Seems, that he will be able to indulge in his passions for whole his life. Who wouldn't want that?".
The next person in the photo was Fifi. She looked at each other and said:
"Oui, it's moi. Shortly before flying to the USA. Since then a lot has changed in moi life..."
"But for better or for worse?", the blue toon be intrigued.
"How do vous think?", she hugged and kissed him. "For better, of course! Among other things thanks to vous, mon amour!"
In the photo was an one character yet. It was a small blue skunk, who holding Fifi's paw.
"And this is mon frère cadet, younger brother. Frederic La Fume. When I flew to the USA, he was a baby. He's probably grown a lot. Ma maman wrote, that he became a sportmaniac. He loves to play and have fun in the fresh air. He will also compel us."
"Compel? For what?", Furrball once again didn't know, what she meant.
"He never misses a common game with us.", Fifi said.
"That's no problem.", the cat smiled. "It's probably nothing terrible."
When the purple toon put the photo in your purse, her boyfriend began to wonder.
"Feef, tell me. How is it to have a family?", Furrball asked.
"I don't understand...", she replied.
"How does it feel to have parents, siblings? What does such a life look like? ", he clarified the question.
"How?, I never wondered about it. They have always been in moi life. Mes parents care about moi. Sometimes too much... But they do it out of love for moi. They always want the best for moi. Siblings... I've always wanted a soeur, but I have two frères. I often teased with them, but vous know - it's ma familia. When I really needed their help, I could count on them. I can't imagine moi life without ma familia."
After these words, Fifi put her paw on the paw of her beloved and said to him:
"I know, why vous êtes asking for it. Because had vous never a family?"
"Yes...", the cat nodded. "I don't even know, what it's like to have a family. Throughout life I was alone, convicted only of yourself. But a lot has changed in this year."
The blue toon embraced his girlfriend.
"It's all thanks to you. You're like family to me.", he finished.
"Vous for moi too, mon amour.", she smiled and hugged him again.
It took a few hours of flight. Fifi and Furrball slept in their seats on the plane. Fifi's tail served them as a pillow under their heads. Suddenly, they awakened by the voice of the speakers:
"It's the pilot of the plane. Kindly inform you, that we started landing procedure. Please kindly fasten your seat belts again."
When the toons weared their seat belts, Fifi looked out the window.
"Oh, look mon petit pussycat of passion! This is Paris! Nous sommes flying over Paris!", she said excited.
Furrball approached the window. He saw thousands of buildings separated by a blue ribbon - the Seine river.
After a few minutes, the plane landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport. The skunkette and the cat went all check-in at the airport and they picked up their luggage.
"Will someone wait for us at the airport?", Furrball asked.
"Oui, someone had waiting for nous.", Fifi said.
The toons aimed toward the exit from the airport, when they heard a voice:
"22nd of December. Ladies and gentelmen, please remember this date. The big film star is back to France - Fifi La Fume!"
They turned and saw a young blue skunk with a film camera. He was taller on the head than them.
"Francis!", the purple skunkette cried and threw herself into his arms.
The blue cat watched the older brother of his girlfriend. He doesn't look like nerd, as in the photo. His glasses were fashionable and stylish, and his hair was gelled.
"Oh, désolé! I didn't introduce vous!", Fifi said. "Francis, this is Furrball, my boyfriend. Furrball, this is Francis, mon frère."
"Nice to meet you.", the cat said and shook paws with the blue skunk.
"Are you Furrball? I thought, that... that you will be...", Francis was surprised.
"A skunk?", Furrball interrupted. "No, I'm not. Is it wrong?", he said and smiled at her beloved's brother.
"Wrong? No! Of course, not! I was just a little surprised. Fifi didn't write, that you are a cat.", the skunk replied, and after a moment he added, "But I know my sister very well. She had to choose someone exceptional at her boyfriend."
"Basically... nous chose each other.", Fifi smiled.
"Really?", Francis patted Furrball on the back, "Then you're really special, since confessed your love to the skunk. This is very rare in animals of other species. Welcome to Paris, Furrball!"
Older brother picked up the luggage of his sister and her boyfriend, and then the trio came out of the airport.
"I think, that are you curious how we go home?", Francis said and pointed at the vehicle on a parking. "Here it is!"
On the parking was a black motorcycle with sidecar.
"Vous bought a motorcycle?", Fifi was surprised.
"So somehow work out.", her brother smiled.
The blue skunk fastened their luggage to the vehicle and said:
"I think, that the lady should sit at the most convenient seat."
Furrball nodded at his words.
"Oh, mes gentelmen!", Fifi giggled and sat down in the sidecar.
Francis sat behind the wheel and the blue cat sat behind him. The trio pulled on helmets and they started their road to the La Fumes' family home.
Furrball admired the scenery during the motorcycle's journey. He noted, that Parisian buildings differ from those in Acme Acres. The american cat also drew attention to the lack of snow in Paris. In the capital of France was the autumn weather. The blue toon looked at the sky. He saw the gathering clouds, but will it snow on Christmas? Furrball interrupted his thoughts, when he heard the Fifi's excited voice:
"My Home! Nous sommes at Home!"
The motorcycle stopped in front of the gate surrounding the house. Furrball looked at the building. It was a two-storey house. Its walls were painted white. On the lawn in front of the house were Christmas decorations.
"I'll bring the motorcycle to the garage. You can go home.", Francis said.
"Come on, mon amour!", Fifi said and grabbed the cat's paw.
They walked paw in paw to the door and knocked on its.
END OF PART 2