At last, after traveling for days and nights, Pepé could see the bright lights of Paris, the entire, gorgeous city sprawled out before him.
"Ah…Paris…" Pepé gave a wistful sigh, then looked up into the heavens. "Do not fret, Papá, I have made eet, and now, I shall find my one and only…"
The lovelorn skunk walked across a road, stopping traffic for miles as he did so, other people shrieking and running away in fear. Pepé then noticed a beautiful, white French poodle with a pink, diamond-studded leash tied to a pole.
"O-hon-hon-hon!" Pepé chuckled, approaching the poodle. "Bon soireé, uh—" he looked at the name on the poodle's collar. "—Gigi, mon petit chien blanc…je suis Pepé Le Pew…voulez-vous coucher avec moi?"
"MERDÉ!" Gigi the poodle exclaimed, barking at Pepé. "UN SKONQUE LE PEW!"
"Madame, do not be alarmed—" Pepé started to speak, holding his hands up. "Would you care to go out on eh date?"
"Le-ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF!" The poodle exclaimed, attracting the attention of her owner.
"Sacré Bleu, GIGI! MON BEBÉ, GET AWAY FROM ZAT SKUNK!" The poodle's elderly woman owner dragged her away from Pepé.
"Enchantée, Madame, I am zimply asking for permission to date your beautiful—" Pepé was interrupted by the woman slamming a newspaper onto the ground.
"—You know, zis ees moving too fast for moi," Pepé darted away. "I SINK WESHOULDJUSTBEFRIEEEENDS!" He rapidly exclaimed.
"—Allo', animal control?" The woman spoke into her cell phone as Pepé went running. "Oui, I will hold…"
"OUI, zat's right, you ad' better run!" Gigi barked at Pepé. "Back to ze woods wiz you, Monsieur MOUFETTE!"
But Pepé did not return to the woods, he ran all the way to the Eiffel Tower, where no one else could see.
"Oh, nom de plume…" Pepé sighed. "So far, no luck…well, eet ees only moi first day een ze beeg city, perhaps I shall try again tomorrow…"
And with that, the skunk curled up and slept within the tower, ready for the next day of love-searching to begin.
