The French below is real French. However, I am only in French One so if I have any errors, please clear it up for me. Thanks. (Same goes with the Mandarin Chinese later in the story)

"Yes…well, when's the next ship leave?" Oliver asked.

The man behind the counter just nodded. "Oui. Oui. Tu parle l'anglais. Je parle Français. Tu parle Français, sîl vous plait."

"No…No…Uhg…When-does-the-next-ship-leave!?" Oliver asked, exasperated.

"Non. Je ne parle pas l'anglais."

"I don't care. I want to know when the next ship leaves!" Oliver yelled. The man behind the counter had a confused look on his face.

Oliver turned and looked at Miley, who was smiling at the scene in front of her. "Go speak with him."

Miley looked confused.

"You're half-french, aren't you?" Oliver asked.

"Oh! Yes!" Miley said. She turned and looked at the ticket man, who looked at her expectantly. She turned around and looked at Oliver, who told her to hurry up.

Miley turned back and looked at the ticket man. "Er…" She began to speak gibberish at the ticket man, who proceeded to state things in French. Miley finally turned around and looked at Oliver.

"Yes?" Oliver asked expectantly.

"Well…" Miley started. "He said that the next ship will leave at…5 o'clock!" Miley stated.

"Augh…" Oliver groaned. They passed by a pillar, and Miley looked at the advertisement posted on it.

"What's it say?" Oliver asked.

"Well…" Miley decided to make something up. "I-It says that Thomas Edison will be at the Science Center today…right now!"

"Really?" Oliver jumped up and down, like a gleeful child.

"Yep, come on. Let's start looking." Miley motioned Oliver to follow her, and led him into a building that said "Le immueble de dessin."

"Well…this doesn't look right." Oliver said, glancing around the room. "You said that this is the Science Center."

"Well…I guess it's the Creativity Center! Let me go find the Science sector." Miley said, and ran off.

"Okay…" Oliver said. He started glancing around at the beautiful works of art surrounding him. "Hmmm…Interesting."

A woman walked over to him. "May I help you?" She asked with a light accent.

"Huh? Oh, no thank you. I don't need help looking at these paintings. Most of them can't even happen!"

"No…they're Impressionist Style." The woman said.

"Oh, really? Well, they're not giving me such a good impression. Trees can't be yellow, mountains are not blue, and humans…can't…f-fly." Oliver slowly walked over to the painting of the flying man, as if he was a magnet.

"Oh…so, you like flying humans, don't you?" The woman asked. "Or do you like naked men?"

Oliver looked at her with a surprised look. "Huh? Oh, no. Just flying men." He grinned. The women smiled back at him. Suddenly, a man walked over and yelled, "Lily Truscott!"

"Yes?" The woman turned around.

"What is the meaning of this?" He picked up the picture of the flying man. "Who drew this?"

"I-I did, sir." Lily replied to the man.

"We do not need you to draw these…these…blasted amateur drawings. We are professionals, and you'd better stick with what you were hired for." With that, he shoved the painting into Lily's arms and stomped off.

"So…" Oliver asked sheepishly…"Lily…"

"Yes?" Lily turned around and looked at him, as if nothing had happened.

"What exactly were you hired for?" Oliver asked.

Lily looked embarrassed. "Er…Coat hanging for the guests…"

"Ah…I see…" Just that moment, Miley went rushing between the two.

"I've found two men to help me find Eddy-son!" She motioned at two men, who certainly seemed like they were trying to kill Miley. They ran down the stairs at the other side of the room.

"Well…that certainly was odd. Was she the women you were accompanying?" Lily asked.

"Yes…"

Miley climbed down a ladder, out of breath, and said, "Hey! I think we've located him. I just need to make sure." This time, three men climbed down the ladder, and Miley immediately ran through a door, with the men close on her heels.

Lily looked confused. "How'd she just get from down the stairs…to above us?"

Oliver shrugged. "Beats me. Come on, let's make sure she doesn't hurt herself."

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Downstairs, Miley engaged herself in battle with the three men. She threw pans of paint at them, while they fought back equally hard.

In the final straw, Miley pushed one of the men on a piece of wood, and jumped on the other side. The man went flying and shot through the roof.

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"Woah!" Lily jumped backwards, straight into Oliver's arms. They both blushed, but weren't looking at each other.

A man just flew through the roof, and from the hole, Miley jumped up. She was covered in paint. She ran over and picked up two paintings, then knocked the stands into the man's groin. He groaned.

Lily caught sight of the man's forearm. It bore the tattoo of a black scorpion, as did the rest of the men.

The 3 men immediately ran out of the art room. Miley looked around, ran over to a man, and sheepishly handed him the paintings.

"Come on!" Lily motioned. The three left the building the back way, behind a painting of a room, before the awestruck artists decided to take revenge on them.

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"Well…that was quite an adventure." Oliver dusted himself off. Then looked at Miley.

"Why were you fighting those men?" He asked.

"They were trying to kill me!" Miley said.

"Why?"

"Umm….Lord Kelvin hired them?" Miley guessed.

"Blast that man! We need to get out of Paris as soon as possible." Oliver stated.

"We could go there!" Lily pointed at a hot air balloon.

"Great idea!" As the threesome was running towards the hot air balloon, Oliver suddenly asked, "What's that say?"

"Nuevelle Attraction." Lily read. "It roughly means, 'New Attraction'."

"I see. I feel bad for those people who would have ridden it if we hadn't stolen it." Oliver said.

They had reached the front gate of the hot air balloon. Oliver pushed Miley forward, and told her to tell the man to let them in.

Miley smiled, then turned at the ticket man. She grinned sheepishly. "Er…" She spoke gibberish again, but Oliver was impatient and pushed them all in. Lily looked at Miley for a second, but her eyes plainly said, "You're not French, are you?"

They climbed into the hot-air balloon, but Oliver pointed down at an old lady. "She's got my bag! It has all my money in it!"

Miley immediately jumped off the balloon and ran up to the old lady. "Excuse me, but that's my bag."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is." And Miley pried the bag from the old lady. She threw it up to the balloon, and ran towards the rope that led back to the basket, since the balloon began to float away.

"Hey! Give me back my bag!" The old lady began to chase them. From behind her, the men with the scorpion tattoos appeared, and started chasing the balloon too.

The scorpion men and old lady chased the balloon all the way to the edge of Paris, although Oliver threw down a miniscule black purse that was inside the big bag. Apparently, it was the old lady's, but no one knew, because it landed on her head and she immediately fainted.

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"Where to next?" Oliver asked.

"We're going to Berlin, where we'll catch a train through Turkey and into India." Miley replied.

"Great." Oliver stared out into the open sea, with the sun beginning to set.

How'd you like it? For those of you who've seen the movie, you'll know how hilarious that hot air balloon chase was. I couldn't turn that into writing, so it wasn't really funny, but I highly suggest all of you who haven't seen the movie to check out that scene.