Marinette's eyes glued to the TV after hearing the news that the annual fashion show was about to start. Among the guests would include Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale, but one particular guest stood out.
On the TV, Nadja Chmack reported, "Tonight, the Grand Palais hosts the most eagerly awaited event of the year! The sensational fashion show of the famous designer Gabriel Agreste! And a major event always brings prestigious guests: Mayor of Paris, André Bourgeois, is expected to attend the show with his wife, the great and highly respected fashion queen-"
Marinette looked down at the pigeon feather bowler hat she had made for Adrien. Tikki flew up to her and said, "Honestly, Marinette, it's perfect the way it is!"
"Oh, Tikki, I don't know… I feel like it's the ugliest hat in the world and Adrien is supposed to model it in front of everyone. He'll resent me for the rest of his life! I have zero talent! And everyone's gonna find that out tonight…"
"You're a great designer, Marinette. Besides, if your hat was so ugly, why did Gabriel Agreste hand-pick it for his fashion show?"
"But what if people see that it's a synthetic pigeon feather and not a real one? They're gonna think it's lame, aren't they?"
"You did the right thing of replacing it! With that allergy of his, Adrien would be sneezing all the way down the catwalk!"
"You're right! Besides, I don't have time to make changes anyway. The show begins in…" When she looked at her watch, her eyes bugged out. "Oh no! I'm gonna be late again! Quick, Tikki!" She put the hat into its box and the little kwami flew into her purse. Marinette grabbed the purse and took off running with the hatbox under her arm.
Marinette ran for the Grand Palais when suddenly, she ran into someone. "Watch it," Rudi snapped before he realized who he was talking to. "Oh, Marinette!" He helped her up and the two of them took off running.
"Wait, you're invited, too?" asked Marinette. "But you came in second place!"
"I know," said Rudi. "I may have only won the cash prize and lost the chance to have my hat in the show, but I, along with the other contestants, are still invited."
"That's good. Come on!"
The two arrived at the Grand Palais where a limousine pulled up in front of the building. The Mayor opened the door for the passenger, who was revealed to be what looked like an older version of Chloe wearing a black and white outfit and a black sun hat with a golden rose. By her side was Chloe herself.
Nadja said into the microphone, "This is it! Here she comes! The international queen of fashion, director of 'Style Queen' magazine, Audrey Bourgeois!"
Mrs. Bourgeois said to her husband, "Anthony— Uh… André, be a dear and fire the chauffeur. I can't believe Gabriel allows his staff to drive like that!" In the driver's seat, Adrien's bodyguard grumbled.
Marinette gasped in horror. "Oh no! It's Audrey Bourgeois!"
Rudi asked, "Who?"
"Only the harshest fashion critic in the entire world. I didn't know she was coming!"
Rudi narrowed his eyes at the woman. "So that's the blonde bitch's mother."
"She's gonna hate my hat for sure!"
Rudi's eyes flashed green. "What if I give her a piece of my-"
Marinette grabbed his shoulder. "NO! If you mouth her off, she'll probably ban me from all fashion shows! Even worse, Chloe will never let me live it down! Please, be on your best behavior!"
He grumbled and said, "For your sake, I will."
The two walked into the Grand Palais where they found Audrey being interviewed by Nadja. "Audrey, like the slogan of your magazine says 'If it's in good taste; it's in Style Queen!' So, what's in good taste this year?"
Audrey made a rude noise and pointed to the reporter's clothes. "Judging by the way you're dressed, you obviously don't know my dear." Chloe giggled. "For your information, the trend this year is glitter."
Marinette gasped. "Glitter?! There's no glitter on my hat! This is a fashion disaster!"
Nadja continued her interview, though she was a bit miffed at that rude comment the fashion queen made. "As the editor of Style Queen, you spend a lot of time in New York. It must be nice to be with your family for a change here in Paris."
"She's very happy to see me," said Chloe. "By the way, Mom, I have a little something for you." She handed her a present, but Mrs. Bourgeois looked at it like it was a piece of dog droppings.
"Clara— Uh… Chloé, what is this?"
"Um… it's a gift?"
"Ugh, this wrapping paper is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. You're fired."
Mayor Bourgeois said, trying to be reasonable, "Darling, please, you can't fire Chloé, she's your daughter!" It was clear the fashion queen had a tight leash around the mayor's throat.
"Audrey, how long are you planning to stay in Paris?"
Mrs. Bourgeois responded with a haughty, "As short as possible time."
Nadja continued her report, "Thank you. This fashion show just might be one of the most important in Gabriel Agreste's career, as evidenced by Audrey Bourgeois' presence. Will the famous fashion designer who never appears in public show up for the occasion? Stay tuned to find out. Don't be bemused, it's just the news!"
"And, cut!" shouted the cameraman.
Nadja walked out of earshot, then she dropped her charming smile and let out a groan. "Of all the interviews I've done, that had to be the most difficult one yet!"
"Wow, she's even worse than Chloe," said Rudi. He suddenly noticed Marinette trying to sneak away, but he grabbed her by the arm. "And where do you think you are going?"
"You heard Audrey Bourgeois, right? They can't let Adrien model this hat; there's not glitter on it; zero trend-potential."
"Who cares what she thinks?"
"Hello! She's the queen of a fashion empire! MILLIONS of people care what she thinks!"
"And you're just gonna follow the crowd instead of being you?"
"I...uh..."
"Marinette, be honest with me. What are you really doing this for? To let Adrien say he's impressed with you and to start a fashion trend or trying to impress a woman who clearly thinks everything that's not her is the equivalent of a flea-carrying rat?"
"Well, I...I..."
Suddenly, Gabriel's assistant Nathalie appeared and grabbed Marinette. "Ah, there you are, Marinette. Everyone's waiting for you."
"Uh— but— uh— actually— I, uh—"
"The dressing rooms are that way. Hurry up, you're late."
"Okay." But Marinette remained frozen on the spot. Rudi let out a groan and gave her a push. "Get going!"
Marinette fell flat on her face and dropped the hat. It rolled across the floor and touched Mrs. Bourgeois' left shoe. She picked it up and asked, "What is this?" Marinette stammered and gibbered in response. Rudi face palmed.
Chloe took the hat and said, "Uh, Mom, this is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the loser, and this is a hat she made because she thinks she's a designer. She even signed it, look."
Marinette snatched the hat from her and stammered, "I— it's not me, it's another Marinette, I was just bringing it to, uh—"
Nathalie took her hand. "Marinette, we have to go."
Marinette followed her to the dressing room, hiding her face in shame. Mrs. Bourgeois made an intrigued hum.
In the dressing room, Adrien checked himself and his suit in the full length mirror on the wall. "I feel awkward."
Plagg said while stuffing his face with cheese, "That's probably because you look ridiculous."
Suddenly the door knocked and Plagg hid in Adrien's pocket. He opened the door to find Marinette on the other side. "Hello, Marinette."
Marinette babbled like an idiot before she tripped on her own feet, dropping the hat. The feather fell out of the hat's band. "Ooh… sorry."
"No worries."
They both simultaneously reached to grab the hat, but their foreheads bumped into each other. "Sorry," they said to each other.
Adrien grabbed the hat while Marinette grabbed the feather. "Oh, no! I hope it's not too hard to fix it."
Marinette sighed in disappointment in herself. "Oh, you know, it doesn't really matter. This hat is a complete failure anyway."
"What, no it's not. Why would you say that?"
"Because… the queen of fashion, Audrey Bourgeois, saw it and hated it. I'm sorry, Adrien. I really messed up. I'm a total no-talent. Please don't put it on."
Adrien took the feather from her and put it back in the hat. "Marinette, everything's gonna be fine. Your hat looks great; I think it's awesome; so does my father. Otherwise he wouldn't have picked it for me. Look." He put the hat on and pretended to show off the hat like he was on a catwalk, wearing a confident smile the whole time. "You see?"
"You got that catwalk down!"
"Really? Thank you."
Nathalie announced her presence with a cough. "We have to go."
People soon came and filled the benches in the Grand Palais, some of them from Marinette and Adrien's school. Mr. Dupein-Cheng called out to his daughter and both he and his wife waved to her. Marinette waved back.
"She looks nervous," said Mrs. Dupein-Cheng.
"No doubt," said Alya. "It's her first fashion show with her first professional piece and not to mention: Adrien will be modeling it."
"I'm sure it'll go just great," said Mr. Dupein-Cheng.
Suddenly, Mrs. Bourgeois sat between Alya and Mrs. Dupein-Cheng and made a rude scoff. "How dilapidated is this place? And I have to share the front row with this group of low-lifes? Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous."
Rudi, who was sitting next to Alya, whispered, "I can see where Chloe got her personality from."
"Uh, sorry, but that seat is reserved for Marinette," Alya said.
"This Marinette girl, again?"
Chloe spoke up, "Let me handle this, mother. Hey losers, do you know who my mother is? She's Miss Style Queen: the most powerful woman in the world of fashion. This show is for her, okay? So, get lost!"
Rudi was about to tell her off, but Alya clapped a hand over his mouth. "I know how much you don't like her, but please, don't make this hard for Marinette. If you tell her off, she'll probably make her mother disqualify Marinette just to spite you." Rudi's fist clenched, then relaxed. She was right.
Nathalie arrived with Marinette. She was clearly not impressed with Chloe's ranting or her mother's haughtiness. "Mrs. Bourgeois. Mr. Agreste has reserved a seat for you."
"Finally!"
"In the second row."
"WHAT?!"
"My mother always sits in the front row," snapped Chloe.
"Not today."
Mrs. Bourgeois was furious. "This is unacceptable! Gabriel cannot do this to me! I'm the one who discovered him. Without me, he'd still be drawing his unworthy designs in his dismal, grim studio!"
Nathalie remained stoic and neutral as she said, "I can offer your seat to someone else if you don't want it."
"How dare you! You're fired!"
"I don't work for you, I work for Mr. Agreste."
"We'll see about that," Mrs. Bourgeois shrieked as she took out her phone.
In the secret chamber hidden deep underneath Agreste Mansion, Gabriel ignored his cell phone as he gently placed his hand on his wife's pod. "I'm sorry, it took some time, I know. But today, I can feel my prey has more malice in her than anyone I've ever akumatized before. She will be… my masterpiece."
When Mrs. Bourgeois heard Gabriel's voicemail, she grew more and more livid. "I assume from your expression that I'm not fired," said Nathalie with a smirk.
Mrs. Bourgeois let out a scream of anger. "This is unacceptable! I will not view a fashion show from the second row, ever!"
The circular window to Hawk Moth's lair opened and butterflies swarmed around him. "Tell me, my dear Akumas, what will be the trend tonight?" She grabbed one of the butterflies and turned it from white to purple. "Fly away, my little Akuma, and evillize this wonderfully vile queen."
Mrs. Bourgeois stomped her way out of the building with her husband and daughter timidly following behind her when suddenly, the Akuma absorbed itself into the golden rose in her hat. Chloe noticed her mother's sudden odd behavior. "Mom?"
Mrs. Bourgeois heard a deep baritone voice in her mind, "Style Queen, I am Hawk Moth. You've been refused a throne that is rightfully yours as queen of fashion. You will now be able to revenge those fashion disasters, who disrespected you!"
She smirked as black smoke enveloped her. "They'll see who's queen, Hawk Moth."
Chloe and Mayor Bourgeois gasped in horror as Mrs. Bourgeois turned into a golden statue covered in glitter and carrying a golden rose scepter.
Back inside, Adrien showcased Marinette's hat while on the catwalk with many photographers taking his picture. In the stands, Marinette was shaking out of nervousness. Alya put a hand on her shoulder. "All cool, girl?" Marinette nodded.
Suddenly, while Adrien was posing for the cameras, a cloud of glitter burst into the room and onto the catwalk. It formed into Style Queen who declared angrily, "A fashion show without the queen of style? Glitteraly unacceptable!"
Mr. Dupein-Cheng whispered in Marinette's ear, "Is this supposed to happen? I've never attended a fashion show before."
Style Queen demanded angrily, "Where is that ungrateful Gabriel Agreste? I demand that he kneels before me!"
Adrien stepped forward and said, "My father isn't here!"
Rudi shouted, "Adrien, get away from her!"
Style Queen smirked. "Well then. If fashion-disaster daddy isn't here, I'll just have to settle for Agreste Junior! You're fired!" She blasted gold glitter from her scepter, turning Adrien into a gold statue.
Marinette was horrified. "Adrien!"
Hiding up on the rafters, Plagg was just as mortified by this sudden turn of events. "Uh-oh, we've got a problem," he said as he flew away.
In his lair, Hawk Moth was also shocked. "Adrien!" He shook his head in frustration. "We no longer have a choice. Style Queen, you must defeat Ladybug and Chat Noir and Big-Head as soon as possible."
People ran out of the Grand Palais. Except for Rudi who hid under the catwalk. He took the Mask out of his backpack. "You behave yourself, alright? IT'S SHOWTIME!" He put the Mask on and he transformed into Big-Head in a flash of green.
Marinette ducked into the dressing room and Tikki flew out of her purse. "This Style Queen just made a huge faux pas! Tikki, SPOTS ON!" Tikki was sucked into the earrings and in a flash of red and black, she transformed into Ladybug.
Back at the catwalk, Style Queen was transforming random people into gold statues like she were King Midas, shouting "You're all fired!" the whole time. Mayor Bourgeois fell to his knees and held his hands together as if in prayer. "Audrey, dear! Darling, sweetheart, please stop this madness."
"YOU'RE FIRED!"
Chloe let out a shriek of horror as her father was turned to gold as well. "M-Mom!"
"Claudine— uh, Chloé. I'm not your mom, I am Style Queen. Do you want to be fired, too?"
"No, no, I really don't, Style Queen. Uh, besides, don't you need an assistant?"
Style Queen lowered her scepter. "Hmm... I did fire my last one this morning."
Chloe nodded eagerly...and fearfully. "She sure was useless. Utterly useless."
"Fine! I'll take you on trial."
Suddenly, a bullet ripped through her body, but the hole regenerated. Walter stood before her, holding an elephant rifle. Chloe stopped him. "Wait, don't hurt her! She's my mother!" Walter glared at her.
"This is your father's bodyguard?" Style Queen growled. "Such gaudy clothes and hideous skin! You should be fired on the spot!" She fired another stream of glitter at the giant, but Walter responded by throwing a chair at the glitter, turning it to gold instead. Style Queen let out a growl of frustration. "Stand still and let me fire you, you Frankenstein Monster!"
Walter ducked behind a pillar, which was turned to gold as well. He retaliated by firing the elephant gun, which created more holes in her body, but they were quickly healed. She fired her scepter again, turning the elephant gun into gold dust but before she could transform Walter, Ladybug stopped her.
Style Queen scoffed, "What an atrocious suit. That bug looks so last year."
"But the yo-yo makes a strong comeback this year." Ladybug tossed the yo-yo, but it just went right through Style Queen's body.
"You're a couple of sizes too small to beat me, Ladybug." She shot out a beam of gold, Ladybug tried to block it, but the recoil was too much; she fell backwards. Style Queen laughed as she held her glowing wand out toward Ladybug's face.
Suddenly, Chloe called out, " Mom! Uh— Style Queen! If you want to find Gabriel Agreste, I know where he lives. You can take care of Ladybug later, she's worthless anyway."
Style Queen eyed Chloe suspiciously, then she lowered her scepter. "It's not a completely idiotic idea." She smashed her scepter on the ground; Adrien's statue crumbled and got sucked into the wand; she then flew away as gold dust, taking Chloé with her; they ended up in the Agreste mansion's foyer. But no one was there. "Courtney! Uh— Chloé, where is Gabriel Agreste?" She pointed the scepter at Chloe aggressively.
Chloe held up her hands defensively. "I don't know! He never leaves his mansion!"
Hawk Moth spoke in Style Queen's mind, "Style Queen, he's hidden safely somewhere. Ladybug is protecting him."
"Pff! She can barely protect herself!"
"You must seize Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous and Big-Head's Mask of Loki. If they can't save his son, then Gabriel Agreste will have to show up."
"Don't worry, Hawk Moth, you'll get your costume jewels and tacky mask."
She grabbed Chloe, who whimpered, "Oh no, not again!"
Ladybug just then landed outside the Agreste mansion, on top of the gate, as Style Queen flew out with Chloé again, heading straight for the Eiffel Tower. Ladybug groaned. "Can't you stand still for just two minutes?"
Style Queen landed on the first level viewer platform of the Eiffel Tower and slammed her staff onto the ground. The gold statue of Adrien appeared, then was placed in a gold coffin. She placed her rose in his mouth and said, "Keep this for me, sleeping beauty." She snapped her fingers, creating a force field around the coffin.
"You're not going to hurt my Adrikens, are you, Mom," Chloe asked nervously. Style Queen gave her an angry glare. "Uh— Style Queen, I mean!"
Style Queen pointed her scepter at Chloe. "You wanna join Agreste Junior, Kylie? Uh— Chloé? Just ask, and I'll fire you!"
Chloe held her hands up defensively. "No thanks, I'm good. You're right, we don't care about him."
Suddenly, a whistle made her look up. Sitting on the rafters was Big-Head, garbed in a yellow zoot suit and hat. "I see where Chloe gets her charming personality from."
Chloe was afraid now. "Style Queen! Get away from him!"
Style Queen gagged at the sight of him. "A zoot suit? You should be fired on the spot for wearing that outdated rag!" She fired the scepter at him, but he dropped to the ground and struck a pose.
"You can't beat the old classics," he said. He ducked from another blast of glitter. "Like this one." He snapped his fingers and Michael Jackson's Smooth Criminal blasted from hidden speakers.
"As he came into the window
Was a sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down, it was her doom."
Big-Head danced around Style Queen, avoiding her attacks the whole time.
"Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you okay? Are you okay, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you okay? Are you okay, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you okay? Are you okay, Annie?"
Style Queen lunged after him with the scepter and tried to hit him, but he ducked and dodged and did the famous leaning dance to avoid being hit by another blast of gold glitter.
"Annie, are you okay?
Will you tell us that you're okay?
There's a sound at the window
Then he struck you — a crescendo, Annie
He came into your apartment
Left the bloodstains on the carpet
And then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down
It was your doom!"
Then he pulled out a fan from his pocket and
"Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you okay? Are you okay, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you okay? Are you okay, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you okay? Are you okay, Annie?"
He trapped her in a jar and sealed it shut.
"You've been hit by—
You've been hit by—
A Smooth Criminal!"
Big-Head laughed as he tossed the jar up and down in the air. "Who's the queen now? Nothing can hurt you, but guess what? I'm invincible as well and I didn't need some butterfly to do it." And then he said, "And by the way, you have poor fashion sense."
That did it. Black smoke started to envelop her as she let out a roar of anger and shot up into the sky. A giant cloud of gold glitter blocked out the sun as Style Queen's face began to form. "YOU DARE MOCK STYLE QUEEN?!" she shouted with pure hate. "I AM THE QUEEN OF A FASHION EMPIRE! I WILL NOT BE MOCKED BY A TACKY MAN IN OUTDATED RAGS! YOU'RE FIRED! GABRIEL AGRESTE IS FIRED! MY DAUGHTER IS FIRED! IN FACT, THIS WHOLE CITY IS FIRED!" A blast of gold glitter flew out of her mouth, turning the people below her into gold. To make matters worse, whoever was turned to gold was absorbed into her, making her grow bigger.
Ladybug managed to avoid getting hit by the blast, but she knew it was only a matter of time before not just Paris, but the entire country of France was turned to gold. She needed help, but with Chat Noir missing, she needed a backup plan. Luckily for her, she knew what to do. "LUCKY CHARM!" She twirled her yo-yo in the air and its magic created...a mallet. Specifically, the type used to bang gongs. She knew exactly where to go.
Marinette entered Master Fu's massage parlor and said, "Master Fu, Chat Noir has disappeared. I can't beat Style Queen without him! And the Lucky Charm told me to come here."
"Don't worry, Chat Noir is fine," Master Fu said assuringly.
"Well, what's he doing then? Why isn't he helping me?"
"He's just lost his Miraculous."
Marinette was shocked and incredulous to hear that. "What?! He's 'just' lost his Miraculous?! This is a disaster!"
Plagg nodded as he feasted on a plate of cheese. "That tomcat's really gotten himself stuck up in a tree this time."
Marinette was surprised; this was the first time meeting the little kwami. "You're Chat Noir's kwami, right?"
"Yes, he tends to copy me a bit too much. Yet, lately, he's been doing really silly things. In five thousand years I've never experienced such an irresponsible Miraculous owner. As a result, he's lost his ring and it's just me that's able to help you out."
Master Fu seemed to be completely against that as he chastised the little kwami, "No! It's out of the question, Plagg. You are way too dangerous without an owner."
Plagg scoffed, "Dangerous? Me? How so?"
"Remember Atlantis?"
"Not my fault! I ate too much cheese!"
"The Leaning Tower of Pisa?"
"I didn't look where I was going!"
"The dinosaurs?"
Plagg scratched the back of his head. "Okay, you got me there. But I was young and inexperienced back then."
Master Fu turned to Marinette and said, "Neither Plagg nor Chat Noir can help you now." He took the Miracle Box out of the gramophone and opened its slots. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you on this mission. Choose wisely; such powers are meant to serve the greater good. Once the mission is over you will retrieve the Miraculous from them. And above all else, do not let Big-Head get his hands on them. If the magics of the Miraculous and the Mask of Loki mix, there's no telling what could happen."
"I need someone who can actually immobilize my opponent," Marinette said as she examined each Miraculous.
"Do you have someone in mind, Marinette?"
Marinette reached for the Fox Miraculous, but then she changed her mind and reached for the Bee Miraculous instead: a gold comb with a gold and black bee decoration on it. "I know 'just' the right person."
Somehow, Alya managed to survive the first blast of golden glitter and was climbing up the stairs of the Eiffel Tower, hoping to get a good scoop for the LadyBlog. Suddenly, Ladybug appeared and landed next to her. "Alya, don't get so close to Style Queen, it's too dangerous."
"It's hard to get a scoop when you're not in the middle of the action, Ladybug."
"Well, I've got a scoop for you." Ladybug handed her a jewelry box and opened it, revealing the Bee Miraculous. "Alya Césaire, here is the Miraculous of the Bee which grants the power of Subjection. You will use it for the greater good."
Alya reached for it, but before she could, a blast of gold turned her into a gold statue and knocked the box out of her hands. Ladybug tried to grab it but it was too late; she could only watch as it fell.
At that moment, Big-Head landed next to her with a thud. He brushed some gold off him. "You know, I thought Mrs. Bourgeois couldn't get any nastier."
"I know what you mean," said Marinette. "We have to put an end to this. LUCKY CHARM!" She twirled her yo-yo in the air and its magic created... "A glue bottle?"
Big-Head took one look at it and knew exactly what to do. "Oh! This reminds me of the art back in first grade! We take glitter and glue and some construction paper and make pictures with it!"
"We're going to need a whole lot of construction paper for this artwork." Her Lucky Vision highlighted a billboard on the building across the way. "I think I know what to do. Big-Head, got a vacuum cleaner?" Big-Head shrugged his shoulders and reached into his pocket, pulling out a huge stopwatch, a fire hose, an anchor, a pineapple, what looked like a deflated balloon and finally, a dust buster. "Will this do?"
"Good. Now go out there and make her angry."
"My specialty."
"Hey, Goldilocks!" Style Queen's eyes shifted to Big-Head, who was standing in the middle of the street with the dust buster. "You know what I think? Your designs SUCK! I've seen prettier clothes on a dog! Your clothes are so loud, they make me envy the deaf and the blind!" Style Queen let out a roar of anger and a blast of gold glitter burst out of her mouth. Big-Head smirked and activated the dust buster, sucking the gold dust. Then he turned it in reverse and fired at the billboard, which by now had been covered in sticky glue. Ladybug gave him a thumbs up.
Style Queen, shrunk back to normal, but still looking quite monstrous, let out a growl as her right arm transformed into a golden sword and she sliced at Big-Head. Then she saw Ladybug near the billboard and flew toward her, sword at the ready. "You! You're history! Just like shoulder pads!"
Suddenly, Plagg appeared out of nowhere and blocked her path. "Stay away from the ladybug!"
"Agh, my, my. What do we have here? A talking rat?"
"Style faux pas. CATACLYSM!" He activated his power and touched the floor. Not only did Cataclysm make the building to begin to crumble, but it also started an earthquake. Ladybug grabbed the rose off Style Queen and snapped it it in two, releasing the akuma. "You better hurry and fix everything."
"I can see why Master Fu didn't want you to let you out," Ladybug said as she prepared the purification process. "No more evil-doing for you, little akuma. Time to de-evilize!" She caught it with her yo-yo and changed it from purple to white. "Gotcha!" Then she let it go. "Bye-bye, little butterfly." She tossed the glue bottle in the air and shouted, "MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!" It exploded into red and black spots that undid all the battle damage and turned everyone who had been turned into gold statues back to normal. At the same time, Style Queen turned back into Audrey Bourgeois.
"What am I doing here? You're all fired," she snapped.
Big-Head frowned at the fashion empress. "You know, there's something I wanted to do since I first met you. WEDGIE!"
Mrs. Bourgeois let out a squeal of pain as her underwear was stretched out. "AUUGHH! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN!"
Normally, Ladybug would intervene, but she decided to let this slide. But just for today. "I hope Chat Noir gets his Miraculous back," she said to Plagg.
"Don't worry, I'll be over him like mold on cheese!"
Then Big-Head took one look at Plagg and said, "Hello, what's this?" Plagg hid in Ladybug's hair. "Is that Chat Noir's kwami?"
"Of course not," Ladybug said awkwardly. "Oh, would you look at the time? Mrs. Bourgeois has to go back to her daughter!" She grabbed the fashion empress by the arm and swung off with her, ignoring her angry protests.
Big-Head hummed with intrigue.
Ladybug returned Mrs. Bourgeois to the Eiffel Tower, where they found Audrey hugging Adrien. "Adrikens! I was so scared!" When she saw her mother, she said, "Oh, Mom. If you only knew what a great team we made. We fired a bunch of incompetence, it was awesome. We should really spend more time together. What if I went back to New York with you."
"Don't be ridiculous, Caserole. Uh— Chloé. First I have to get back to Gabriel Agreste's fashion show."
Hearing this, Adrien started to panic. "Oh, the fashion show, my father is gonna worry about me!"
"It's on the way," Ladybug said as she swung away with him.
The circular window to Hawk Moth's lair closed as he deactivated the Butterfly Miraculous and said solemnly, "Style Queen was my greatest masterpiece. How could she have failed? How could I have failed? What should I do now?" He returned to his office where he got a call from Nathalie.
"Sir, you took a big risk today, especially regarding Adrien," she said.
"If only I could tell Adrien why I'm doing this," he said as he looked at a picture of his wife sitting on his desk. "He would understand."
Ladybug brought Adrien to the front entrance of the Grand Palais. "Thank you, Ladybug. For the lift and also… for saving my life."
Ladybug babbled awkwardly, "Well… uhm… not a mall. I mean! Not at all." Her earrings started to beep. "I— uh… I have to go. Bye." She swung away and hid behind a dumpster just as she changed back into Marinette.
"Marinette, aren't you forgetting something," asked Tikki. "You have to bring the Miraculous back to Master Fu!
"But the magic ladybugs already brought it back, didn't they?" Tikki shook her head. "Wait! If they didn't then I… lost a Miraculous! I have to back to the Eiffel Tower right now! Hide Tikki!"
She was about to run when she was found by her parents. "Marinette, there you are. We've been looking for you everywhere in the Grand Palais. Are you okay, sweety," asked her father.
"Ah, I'm fine, thanks to Ladybug I'm no longer a glitter statue."
Her mother sighed with relief. "What would we do without Ladybug?"
"We're finally going to get to watch the fashion show and witness the success of our daughter and her amazing hat." Marinette stammered and tried to leave, but her father grabbed her. "No you don't. Come on! We can't miss the beginning."
Marinette whispered to her purse, "Don't worry Tikki, no one will find the box. We'll get it right after the show." Tikki didn't look so sure.
However, Tikki's worst fear was coming true as Audrey and Chloe were late for the fashion show. Why? They had to take the stairs as the elevator was out of order at the time. "Remind me to tell your father to fire the person in charge of the Eiffel Tower elevators," she panted. "This is unacceptable. Utterly...unacceptable."
Chloe nodded. "Of course, Mom." Suddenly, she felt her foot kick something. She looked down to see an ornate jewelry box on the ground.
When she took the box home, she found a gold comb with a bee decoration on it. When she touched it, a ball of light shot out and transformed into what looked like a little fairy resembling a bee. "Hello, my queen," she said in a regal tone to Chloe, who jumped back in surprise.
