"Oh, Bumbly, you're the best! We're in Pawris!"

Bumblestripe smiled wearily. "The best for you, dear," he grunted, tugging unsuccessfully on a massive magenta tote.

Dovewing spun around. "We're in Pawris! We're in Pawris!"

Bumblestripe groaned. "Dovewing, can you help me with your tote?"

Dovewing stopped her spinning and trotted over. "Of course, Bumbly-bum!"

She picked up the tote with ease and swung it over her shoulder.

Bumblestripe gaped at her. "What... how...?"

Dovewing snorted. "Come on, it was only twelve bottles of conditioner, seven of those poofy things, fifteen gallons of shampoo, forty-five bikinis, and-"

Bumblestripe interrupted. "Let's go to our hotel."

Dovewing smiled, her teeth incredibly bright. "Okay!"

Bumblestripe led the way out to the road. He hailed a taxi and tossed his bag in the back. Dovewing dropped her tote with it as well, and the cab sank a few inches.

The taxi driver called back, "Qu'est-ce que vous mettez là-bas?"

Bumblestripe blinked.

Dovewing smiled sheepishly. "Désolé, monsieur, il était mon fourre-tout. Combien pour cinq miles?"

The taxi driver waved for them to get in. Bumblestripe got in the car first, followed by Dovewing.

The taxi driver turned around. "My name is Taxicat," he mewed in very accented English. "You pay me five mice, I drive you five miles."

Dovewing instantly put five mice in Taxicat's paw. "Château de Luxe, s'il vous plait."

Taxicat nodded and shut the little window. Bumblestripe turned to Dovewing. "What in StarClan's name were you two chattering about?"

Dovewing rolled her eyes. "We were communicating in French, Bumbly-bum. He asked what I threw back there, I told him my tote, and asked if he could drive us five miles. We're going to the Castle of Luxury."

Bumblestripe gulped. "That sounds expensive."

Dovewing beamed. "It was. That's why I used your mice!"

Bumblestripe froze. "What?!"

Dovewing suddenly jerked open her car door. "We're here!"

Bumblestripe gaped at the solid-gold hotel in front of him. He grabbed his bag from the back, Dovewing got hers, and they stepped inside.

The hotel's walls were plated with diamond and pearl, and the floor was covered in a sheet of quartz.

The bellcat took their bags, gasped when Dovewing dumped hers on his arm. Before he took them away, Dovewing rifted through the bags. She tossed Bumblestripe a black item, which he dropped.

"Change. We're eating fancy tonight!" Dovewing cried. "Maison de Viande, baby!

Dovewing sighed as she sat down. Bumblestripe tugged at the collar of his tuxedo, wincing at all of the pictures of slain animals.

A waited appeared. "Bonsoir, madame et monsieur. Bienvenue à la Maison de Viande. Puis-je vous commencer avec toutes les boissons?"

Dovewing nodded. "I'll have an iced tea, please."

Bumblestripe gulped. "I'll, uh, have an ice water."

The waiter nodded and disappeared. Bumblestripe sighed in relief and glanced at Dovewing. "What did he even say?"

Dovewing groaned and face-pawed. "He said good evening, madam and mister, welcome to the Castle of Meat, can I start you off with any drinks?"

Bumblestripe rubbed his nose. "Why did we come here? I can't understand anyone!"

The waiter reappeared with the drinks and set them down. "Vous avez choisi?"

Dovewing nodded, smiling. "Je vais devoir le poulet et l'agneau et le steak, s'il vous plait."

The waiter turned to Bumblestripe. The gray tabby stiffened.

Dovewing sighed. "Il aura la spéciale du chef."

The waited disappeared again. Bumblestripe sighed again and leaned back. "What did you order?"

Dovewing consulted the dessert menu. "Chicken, lamb, and steak. For you I order the chef's special."

Bumblestripe nodded. "Thanks."

"Ici, nous sommes ... le poulet, l'agneau, et le steak pour la madame..."

Bumblestripe jerked awake at the sound of the waiter's voice. Dovewing was staring down happily at a plate piled with meat.

"... Et le chef de spécial pour le monsieur."

Bumblestripe stared down at what was supposed to be his dinner. "Um... what is it?"

The waiter blinked. "Il est l'agneau cerveau avec des yeux de cheval marinés et grillés serpent."

Bumblestripe shifted his gaze to Dovewing. "What?"

Dovewing responded. "Lamb brain with pickled horse eyes and roasted snake."

Bumblestripe gagged.

Hey guys!

Sorry it's so short. Not feeling much creativity today.

QOTD: This bit is similar to a chapter I posted on my very first story. The story is gone now, but maybe one or two of you guys can guess. What is the name of the fanfic this chapter is similar to?

Bai!

-Cherrystone