A/N: Reader discretion is advised for this chapter due to the use of bad language. Definitely not for the pre teens, but that's why this story has the T rating. This will be the only chapter with bad language.

The stalker found

Within a few minutes, Sylvester and Penelope had arrived at Penelope's apartment block, where Paul was standing. Sylvester had agreed to stay at home while they were gone, as the discussion wasn't for his ears. Penelope still had her key on her so she could get into the room. They found Paul sitting at the table with everything he had found. While he was gone, he had gone back to Bruce's room to salvage some of the burnt packaging for evidence against him. He also had everything sent by the stalker, other than the two discs that had been taken and the recent letter, which had also been taken.

"Hello Paul, how have you been?" Penelope asked.

"I'm anxious right now. I'm ready to give somebody a serious pounding." Paul replied.

"Please don't resort to those measures."

"I'll try not to."

"Ok, so what have you figured out?" Sylvester asked. He and Penelope went over to the table where Paul was sitting and sat down. They began to look over at everything that Paul had. The first thing Penelope picked up was one of the cameras that were on the table. A chill went down her spine as she touched them.

"These cameras were watching me all this time?" Penelope asked.

"They certainly are." Paul replied. Penelope had a look at the camera. Like all the others on the desk, it had the ACME logo. It was so small, it was little wonder she didn't see it.

"The only person that could've installed these would be the builder I had in a week ago. He's the stalker!"

"I'm not so sure. I think that it's a team thing. Somebody paid the builder to put those cameras in your room."

"And that person is the person who's been following me for this time."

"But who is the stalker?" Sylvester asked.

"Like I said before, it's not one person, but a group of about three, including the builder." Paul replied. He picked up the burnt wrapping he had salvaged from Bruce's room and handed it to Sylvester. Sylvester had a good long look at the burnt envelopes and pieces of paper. He also eventually saw the words that Paul had seen.

"Bruce is paying somebody to send him films of Penelope…" Sylvester said.

"So whoever Bruce is paying can pay the builder for installing those cameras." Penelope finished.

"Right." Paul replied.

"But that still doesn't explain who the main stalker is though."

"I have a pretty good idea of his identity. Remember that note I told you about earlier?"

"The note telling you to stop interfering?"

"The same one where the word color was spelt incorrectly."
"How can you tell who the stalker is from that?"

"Because somebody else made the same mistake." Paul handed Penelope the bouquet of flowers that was on the desk. The flowers that Claude had sent her with the romantic message. Penelope looked at the message not too carefully.

"He's a real tomboy that Claude." Penelope muttered.

"Sis read the note a bit more carefully." Paul instructed. Penelope did so, several times before finally noticing the point that Paul was trying to get across.

"Claude made the same mistake!" Penelope exclaimed.

"So, put two and two together and you get four." Paul added.

"Claude is the stalker!" Sylvester finished.

"He must have sent this note to try and throw us off the scent." Penelope said.

"But he just gave himself away." Paul replied.

"Everyone, let's go to Claude's house and nail him." Sylvester exclaimed.

Everyone got into Sylvester's car and they all went off to Claude's house. His house was on the northern edge of the town. It was a small bungalow, neatly decorated with flowers along the wall outside. There were two cars outside the bungalow. One of them Sylvester recognised immediately.

"What's Sylvia doing here?" Sylvester thought to himself as they pulled up. As soon as everybody climbed out of the car, they began to approach the front door, but as they did, they heard something inside. There was a very angry sounding voice coming from inside. Curious, the three of them stopped at the door and listened.

"What in the hell have you been doing!" One voice shouted.

"What do you mean?" Another asked.

"Don't play dumb! You have been reducing a good friend of mine to a mindless object for your enjoyment haven't you!"

"It's not how you think…"

"Don't try and fool me! I thought you loved me! You're a good for nothing two-timer! I don't know why I fell in love with you in the first place!"

"Will you leave my friend alone Bitch!" A third voice shouted.

"How dare you! You have been in on this as well! You have no right to say something like that!"

"Shut your yap!"

"No, you shut your yap! I am not letting you get involved with this any more!"

"How do you plan to stop us Bitch!"

"Watch me! Claude, we're finished! You'll never hear from me again! I hope you get a very long prison sentence for this!" After that outburst, the front door opened. Sylvia came bursting out of the door in a rage. She stopped when she saw Sylvester, Penelope and Paul. She walked over to Penelope. Penelope could see fire in Sylva's eyes.

"Penelope, if you're looking for your stalker, the bastards are right in there!" Sylvia shouted. Everybody flinched. Sylvia was so loud because of all of the rage that had built up in her.

"We'd just figured that out, but thanks anyway." Penelope replied.

"How did you find out?" Sylvester asked.

"I found the video footage they had taken of her." Sylvia replied.

"And you were dating him?"

"Until just now I was. You go in there and put the squeeze on them. I'll call the authorities." Sylvia pulled out a mobile phone and began to ring the police. Paul. Sylvester and Penelope just nodded and went inside Claude's house. The first room they went was the living room. The living room was a classic living room, with nothing of immediate interest. The group saw Claude immediately, sitting on a chair and crying into his arms. Bruce was also sitting next to him, with a hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him. Claude looked up and saw the group at the entrance to the living room. He immediately stood up, went over to them and knelt in front of them.

"I confess. Penelope, I did it. I paid the builder to put the cameras in your room. I was watching you for the past week. I was your stalker!" Claude wailed out. He was on his knees and crying his eyes out. Penelope couldn't believe it. This was the last thing she expected from Claude. She ignored him for the moment and looked at Bruce.

"It was my fault. I made a bet with him." Bruce admitted.

"What was the bet?" Penelope asked.

"I challenged him to choose somebody and stalk them for a month."

"Why?"

"I was drunk when I issued the bet, and so was Claude."

"Claude could never resist a challenge." Sylvester muttered.

"What about the builder?" Penelope asked.

"The builder's a friend of mine. He is so cold sometimes. He doesn't care about what he does, so long as he gets paid. That's why Claude and me came to an agreement. He would send the videos he obtained to me. I would then pay a large sum to him. Half of that sum would go to Bill to pay his fees."

"I'm disgusted by all of you." Paul said.

"I'm disgusted that I did it as well." Claude replied.

"Why are you giving up so easily?"

"Because of this bet, my love life with Sylvia has been ruined. I have been a complete bastard. I deserve to be locked away."

After a few minutes, the police arrived at Claude's bungalow. Claude and Bruce made no attempt to get away when they took them away. After the police had left with Claude and Bruce, Sylvester, Penelope, Paul and Sylvia were left outside Claude's bungalow. They were all having a discussion about what had just happened and had been happening over the past few days.

"So it was all just a bet?" Sylvia asked.

"Apparently so. When you found out about it, Claude lost the will to carry on." Penelope replied.

"He loved me that much then."

"If he loved you so much, he would've pulled out of the bet." Paul said. Sylvia looked at Paul, realising that she didn't know who he was.

"Pardon me, I don't think we've been introduced." Sylvia said. She offered her hand in friendship. Paul took her hand and shook it. For some reason he couldn't understand, he was incredibly nervous when he was shaking Sylvia's hand.

"My name's Paul. I'm Penelope's brother." Paul introduced.

"Sylvia. Sylvester's ex-wife."

"You were married to Sylvester?"

"We split up a while ago. I'd rather not go into the details."

"Err, you do realise that you're still holding hands don't you?" Penelope asked. The moment she said this, Sylvia and Paul immediately let go and blushed lightly. Sylvester and Penelope just laughed, until Sylvia and Paul glared at them.

"Sorry." Penelope muttered, covering her mouth with her hand. Before anything else could happen, a car pulled up nearby. Everybody turned to look at the car. The driver's side opened up and Pepe le Pew stepped out of the car. He had obviously seen what was going on and had stopped out of curiosity.

"Ah, bonjour Penelope." Pepe le Pew greeted.

"Hello Pepe." Penelope replied.

"Did you get my message?"

"Paul got it. It arrived a bit too late."

"If you knew that Penelope was being stalked, why didn't you say after the bingo game?" Sylvester asked.

"I guess it slipped my mind." Pepe replied.

"And also how did you know about it?"

"I heard Bruce talking about it to himself when I was at the restaurant. He began mentioning it on his phone and I just overheard. I didn't hear the name of the person who he was talking to though."

"Why didn't you tell me that Bruce was involved?" Penelope asked.

"I'm sorry, I had other things on my mind."

"If you were worrying about me, you don't have to anymore. The stalker's been caught."

"That's good to hear." Penelope then had a thought. Since this ordeal was now over, why not have a celebration about it.

"Guys, tomorrow night, I want to hold a little party at my apartment to celebrate the end of this fiasco. Would you all like to come?"

"Count us in." Everybody replied. Penelope just laughed.

"Where and when?" Sylvia asked.

"You know my apartment is don't you?" Penelope asked.

"No I don't."

"I'll pick you up Sylvia." Sylvester said.

"Thanks Sly."

"I thought you two had broken up." Paul protested.

"Doesn't mean we're not friends." Sylvester replied.

"Ok. We'll meet at my place at 7:00 tomorrow evening." Penelope said.

"See you then." Pepe replied. He returned to his car and drove off.

"I'd better go as well. I'll see you tomorrow." Sylvia added.

"I'll pick you up at 6:00 tomorrow." Sylvester said.

"Thank you." With that, Sylvia climbed into her car and drove off, leaving Sylvester, Penelope and Paul alone.

"We'd better head home too." Paul said.

"Good idea, I need some sleep and chance to recover." Penelope replied.

"And try to get back to normal." Sylvester added.

"Shall we go then?"

"Yeah, let's go home."