Disclaimer: I don't own Pepe or Penelope

I own Bratty and Sweathead.

Chapter Ten

To Deal With Thieves

After a long hour of just staring out into the distance Penelope shook herself. She felt happy and content. All of Paris seemed to say "home."

"Well, let's head back," Pepe said.

Penelope didn't want to go, but she felt a bit tired. They both left, wishing they could stay longer. They took a way over the Seine River.

Once they got there Pepe suddenly climb on the railing of the bridge and walked on it gracefully.

Are you crazy?" Penelope cried.

I've done zhis many times," he said confidently.

Pull me up," Penelope ordered, extending her hand to him.

"You sure?" he asked. Penelope nodded.

Pepe grasped her hand and pulled her up. Being a feline she balanced very well. She had something else on her mind though.

"I dare you to jump off," she said.

"You jump off," Pepe said.

"I dared you first,"

"The darer should go first."

"Meet you down," She jumped off without taking a breath.

Cold water enclosed over her head. She broke through and smiled triumphantly. Pepe stared in amazement of what she did. He started to jump in too when something horrible happened.

Something grabbed hold of Penelope's ankle and jerked her down. She was pulled down. She could not breathe, see or grab hold of anything. Water rushed passed as she was dragged down.

She suddenly felt something go around her waist. A sensational feeling ran throughout her whole body. A tug of war almost broke out of something pulling her up and something pulling her down. She kicked at what was pulling her down and broke loose from what pulled her up.

She gasped for air and coughed. She swam for the steps leading out and climbed up them. She shook her tail and head and walked towards home. Pepe followed her after a moment. He had jumped in after all. He was all soaked like her.

Penelope was ready to say something to him when she turned to face him, but she lost her breath and felt hot all over again.

Pepe's clothes clung to him showing how thin he was. He was not buff or had packs, but he was very attractive.

She was so busy staring at him that she bumped into somebody.

"Watch eet!" a French voice snapped at her.

A brown alley cat stared at her. He was grungy and wearing shabby clothes. A gray cat came from behind him and was dressed similar.

"Bonjour pretty," the second cat said. "I'm Sweathead."

"I'm Bratty," said the first.

Penelope felt uncomfortable and didn't know what to say. Pepe, knowing what was happening, grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. He was not fast enough.

The two thugs pulled both of them and put filthy sacks on their heads. The two were dragged along the gravel into an alleyway. The sacks were pulled off and they were standing at the wall.

The two alleycats pulled out two guns. Penelope shrieked in fear, but Pepe reached over and put his hand over her mouth.

"Now zhe skunk gives us payment in cash," said Bratty

"And something, something from her," Sweathead said.

Penelope was more afraid than disgusted.

"Don't touch her," Pepe said.

Penelope had never been held up before, so she raised her arms in the air to surrender. Pepe quickly reached out to lower them.

Suddenly Bratty dropped his gun and grabbed Penelope into her arms.

"Take a chance to get to know us," he said. Sweathead laughed.

Penelope was now really afraid.

"Just stop it," she begged.

The two alleycats laughed uproariously at her.

"Now, now," Bratty said. "It will be quick just spend the night with both of us and you can go."

"If you have a baby we don't care," Sweathead laughed.

Penelope almost screamed in rage and fear. She struggled among Bratty's twisted like arms. Sweathead was near to running his hand on her wet legs. She heard a gun cock near her. She saw Pepe holding one of the guns. Aiming towards the thieves.

"Let her go or else," he said in a threatening voice.

"Or else what?" Bratty taunted. "Zhat's not even loaded."

Sweathead laughed cruelly.

Pepe pointed the gun up in the air and shot it. The shot rang out and smoke was seen. Penelope was stunned. Not as stunned as Bratty and Sweathead looked.

Bratty dropped her down and walked towards Pepe.

"You had a lot of guts to do zhat you idiot," he said. "Girl protector."

"Lustful desirer thief," Pepe said back.

Bratty furiously walked off out of the alley. Sweathead frowned and gave a disgusted sigh. He followed.

Penelope was still shaking. She saw Pepe had been shaking the whole time too. He was just hiding it to look brave. He also looked guilty of what he had done.

"Let's get home," he said.

After a long walk home the two were safe. They were a still damp from the jump. Penelope took some dry clothes to the bathroom to change. She looked into the mirror and saw her clothes clinging to her.

She ran her hands across her chest, realizing that her bra was easily seen through. Embarrassing, but she wondered if Pepe had noticed. She took her shirt off and stared at her body. It was beautiful. She never really saw how, but now she did. Pepe would drool at her beauty. She was so much more beautiful than the girls on bad magazines. She never wore skimpy clothes or undergarments only.

What would Pepe do if he saw her all gorgeously dressed? She wanted to find out.

She left the bathroom and searched through her clothes. Her two favorite forest green shirts. Brown dress pants and black dress pants. A blue long sleeved blouse. A red silk over shirt. A light blue corduroy.

No dresses. No skirts. Nothing attractive enough. But she would find something.