"Bonjour, mon amour…" Pepé sighed, hugging Penny tightly. "Je suis Pepé, and—"

"Yeah, could ya "speakez Le English" for once?!" Penny asked, trying to get away.

"Oh, uh, apologies." Pepé cleared his throat. "Forgive me eef I am bad at ze English, but ma' name ees Pepé, and, ah have never seen such eh magnifique cher belle Americain like yourzelf before…mon pomme des frites.."

Penny's first instinct was to immediately run from that horrible-smelling animal, and run she did, through the streets of Paris before ducking into a flower shop and hiding among a huge quantity of roses.

"Ahh..." she sighed. "This is definitely a lot better..."

"Ey, cherie..."

Penny immediately tensed up. She turned to face Pepé, now next to her in the middle of the roses (his stench was making them wilt).

"You know, if vous were a flower...I'd pick you..." Pepé laughed.

Penny darted away from the skunk yet again, this time hiding in the fur of a French poodle.

"Allo, where ave' you gone mon melon baby-collie?" Pepé asked, bounding along the streets.

Penny gave a sigh of relief, suddenly, the poodle—GIGI—sniffed the air and flung Penny out.

"Vous again?!" Gigi exclaimed, confusing Penny for Pepé. She angrily barked, causing Penny to run off yet again.

"DAAH, s'cuse me, lady, dis is fer you." A pigeon handed Penelope a letter within an envelope.

Penny quickly ducked into an alley to read the letter..

"To whom it may concern,

Meet me by Rue De La Paix for some real excitement.

Sincerely,

Marcel Du'Chatte"

"What are you reading mon pote?"

Penny looked up to find Pepé seated on top of her head, gasped, and ran all the way to Rué de La Paix. There, she happened to come across a orange tabby cat, surrounded by pigeons.

"Enchanteé, Mademoiselle…" The cat purred. "I am Marcel, and, bienvenue au Paris…"

"Ooh, I like you…" Penny replied. "Wait, you're the guy in the letter, right?"

"Oui, and ze feeling ees more zan mutual, my...eh, how you say een American, eh...shawty..." Marcel replied with the most awkward smile on his face he could possibly muster. "Do come wiz moi, I shall geeve yu an evening yu shall not forget..."

"EY!" Pepé exclaimed, marching over to Marcel. "She ees wiz moi, you TRAMP!"

"Eugh…" Marcel turned up his nose at the smell of Pepé. "Who eenvited le camion à ordures, or en engleesh, le GARBAGE TRUCK! OHOHONHON!"

Marcel walked away with Penny, who stared back at Pepé.

The skunk now became more than determined to follow Penny.