Go watch the episode "Gang of Secrets", we've all been waiting for that reveal for years!

Shh, but no more spoilers :)

Will King Monkey beat Chat into the dirt, or will Chat Noir get the last word?

"Pound it!"

The super duo of Paris bump their fists in triumph, as thousands of magical ladybugs swarm Paris and repair the minimal damage caused by a flock of enraged pigeons.

The ladybugs had one final victory swirl around the de-akumatized Mr. Pigeon, a.k.a. Xavier Ramier. Chat Noir made his way and offered a hand, which Xavier gratefully took. "You know, pigeons don't actually care fur voting rights," he commented.

"You're probably right," Mr. Ramier admitted sheepishly. "But I thank you for ending my madness." He picked up his fallen fedora and cane, and produced a new bag of bread crumbs from his coat pocket.

Ladybug walked up to her partner, who was admiring the Eiffel tower behind a shimmering curtain of dusk. "That was a great strategy," she admitted.

Chat Noir gave her a Cheshire grin. "Aw, is Mi'lady falling for my charming brain?" She poked him in the ribs, and he curled up in mock hurt.

"Shut up," she laughed. He suddenly produced a golden rose from behind his back. "And am I supposed to believe you didn't nab that from some poor florist's stall?" she asked teasingly.

Chat pressed the flower into her nimble, spotted fingers. "You know I'd do something more special for it, for you."

Ladybug grinned. "I feel your puns satisfy me enough, Chat."

He put his finger on her lips. "Shh, just take it." His ring and her earrings simultaneously beeped, indicating the urgency for them to return their separate ways.

"Thank you anyways," she breathed.

Chat gave a salute and turned to leap away with his baton. Thinking twice, he reversed his movements and leaned in to give Ladybug a quick peck on her forehead, before reddening. "I'll always have more flowers," he confessed, "ever since you told me you kept every single one."

He left in a flash, a black cat leaping over Parisian tiled roofs.

Ladybug touched the spot on her head, her peach lips curving upward.

YEAH LINE BREAK

Madame Caline Bustier was calling roll. The bell had not yet rung, but it was good to know who was already present, and who had yet to arrive.

"Adrien."

"Here."

"Alya."

"Here."

"Alix?"

Alix waved a bright red flag to signal her presence.

"Chloe."

"I'm clearly over here, Ms. Bustier."

"Respect," Alya visibly mouthed to Nino, who stifled a laugh.

"Ivan."

"Present, Ms. Bustier."

"Juleka."

Some mumbling was heard in the third row. "She's present!" Rose piped up.

"Kim?"

"Here."

"Mari-"

A loud, panting sound emerged as Marinette flung open the door. "PRESENT!" she gasped.

"Come over here, girl," Alya moved to make room for her buddy. She grinned and revealed her phone under the table, on which she was using a timer. "You're actually four seconds earlier than you usually are!" Alya exclaimed.

The bluette hunched over to rest her head on the table. She moaned into the wood.

"Good morning, Marinette," Adrien nonchalantly greeted.

At his voice, the girl snapped to attention, sluggishness suddenly replaced by dangerously-high hyperactivity. She stumbled over her volcabulary trying to come up with a witty, casual response.

Adrien pointed at her shirt. "I like the design," he offered supportingly, trying not to grin like a madman.

Alya reached over and lifted her jacket, revealing the black top pattered with emerald paws and with a tiny golden bell at the collar, the size of a hazelnut.

"Mari, when did you make this?" Nino asked, impressed.

Marinette was too flustered to respond. If she'd racked her brains, she'd have remembered it was after a rather stressful akuma attack. She just zoned out and while her hands moved seemingly on their own, to the point of stitching the bell on the neck. That was when Tikki poked her into noticing her newest addition to her wardrobe, which was automatically hidden at the back of her closet.

"It must've come up to the front," she mumbled.

Alya glanced at her suspiciously, trying to keep an amused grin from breaking out. Fortunately, Madame Bustier had just finished calling roll, and announced the class's next topic, Humor in Literature.

ANOTHER LINE BREAK

"WHAT?!"

"I am sorry, but you didn't complete the assignment. I asked for an essay discussing satire, and you gave me a list of jokes."

Marinette gasped as she saw Marc Anciel storm out of the classroom, angrily clutching his F-marked paper. His inky black hair was more disheveled than usual, and his green eyes glowed like poison. He wasn't normally this angry. But the last time he was akumatized, into Reverser, he was also vengeful...

Tikki glanced at her keeper in worry. "Just be prepared for an attack," the kwami advised. Marinette gave her a strawberry macaroon, to recharge for the miraculous.

"Witticism, I am Hawk Moth. I give you the chance to achieve vengeance for your unappreciated talents. To help you deliver justice throughout Paris, I provide you with the sentimonster Criticism. Let's see how others like being criticized."
"In return, I want the miraculouses of the upstart Ladybug and the black cat."

"Yes, Hawkmoth. Let Paris truly experience the bitter taste of failure!"

Ever since Marinette was named Guardian of the Miraculous, Hawkmoth had become even more persistent with his attacks. Ever since Alya learned of her identity, she helped make up excuses for the absences Marinette had to take. It would be, "She's getting an assignment for me, I left it at her place yesterday," or "she needs to go to the bathroom".

The extra support was like a ton of bricks lifted of the young heroin's shoulders.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom was broken down with a large shudder vibrating through the building. Some bricks fell, cracked, and dust from disintegrated concrete rained on the students. Standing at the door was a supervillain, wearing a bright orange bodysuit. Question marks dotted his body, and his eyes were replaced with a single, purple cyclops eye in his forehead. A large paper hat covered his head.

Behind him was an angry-looking serpent, also orange. The sentimonster's head was replaced by an inkpot, and a feather was curled in its tail.

The supervillain pointed at Madame Bustier with rage. "You failed me because you didn't appreciate my jokes! It doesn't matter if my writing does not follow the criteria, as long as it is well-written!"

Caline's eyes widened. "Marc, don't do this," she said. "As your teacher, it is my job to inform you about the flaws in your writing. It's called constructive criticism!"

The villain snorted. "IT'S WITTICISM NOW, AND I WILL SHOW YOU ALL WHAT TRUE HUMOR IS LIKE! CRITICISM, EXPOSE HER FLAWS!"

The snake lashed out, dipping the plume with his tail in the inkpot to create a writing device, similar to one used by old-fashioned authority. Criticism poked the feather at Caline Bustier's arm, and she went limp. Her eyes turned orange, and her mouth moved on its own accord, forcing out her insecurities and shortcomings.

"I worry about every student I teach, and will not accept a single one to fail my class…"
"I feel I am sometimes too harsh with my students, but I always notice them being grateful for my help…"

The akuma growled. "Alright, this one's too honorable. But she can still join my army to spread my jokes through Paris." His purple cyclops eye glowed, and Caline's eyes changed from orange to purple. Standing up straight, she marched right out the door.

Witticism pointed turned to the students. Marinette watched with horror what he was going to do. She was trapped, and couldn't transform. If the sentimonster touched her…

"You," Witticism snapped, pointing at Chloe. "Reveal your faults, or join my army!"

Chloe paled. But she lifted her snobbish nose. "As if I'll become a mindless purple jester spouting stupid jokes. You're an idiot, and I won't say anything."

Witticism just squinted his purple eye. "You won't be recruited? Fine."

The orange snake slithered up to the blond snob, her contact-lense-blue eyes still closed in a snobbish manner.

"You can't ignore me, Chloe. NOW OUT WITH YOUR FLAWS!" The snake poked her in the stomach, and Chloe relaxed. She dropped her crossed arms, and opened her shining orange eyes.

"I love being in charge, so I treat people as I want them to be like."
"I despise people who are strong, like Trashinette, or the stupid reporter."
"I want only the best, and Adrien must only belong to me!"
"I am selfish, and I'm proud. It's a common trait every true, noble person has. Unlike Ladybug, who is a nitwit."

Witticism cackled. "She'll go on all day, and she'll remember every word she says. I won't take her for my army, my jokes coming out of her mouth would be an abomination anyways." He turned to the rest of the frightened class. "Now YOU'RE NEXT!"

Marinette raised her hand. Alya raised her eyebrows. Witticism looked confused.

"I need to use the bathroom," the girl squealed.

The akuma facepalmed. "Fine, just hurry up," he said, exasperated.

Alya beamed. "Go for it, girl!"

Marinette was out of the room in two seconds.

Adrien raised his hand. "I need to go to the bathroom, too."

"FINE!" the akuma roared, becoming annoyed.

When Adrien had left the room, everybody was quiet, except for Chloe, who was still listing her faults.

The akuma's eyes darted across the room. Alix raised her hand. "I need to go," the skater eclaimed.

Witticism was becoming really angry. His purple eye glowed, as Alix's face went slack. Her eyes shone lilac, and she stood up and marched out of the room.

"You won't have to go to the bathroom, if you join my army." Witticism's eye shone, bathing the entire room in purple light. "The fun's just starting!"

C'mon, Ladybug, Alya thought desperately, squinting at the lavender glow.

CLIFFHANGER!

But Alya's not lost yet... Neither is Max... or Nino... or Sabrina... *winks*

But everybody else, yes, they joined the Humor Protest.