Pepé Le Pew's chase for Penny eventually led him right to the Moulin Rouge, where a bunch of other cats were trying to get in as well.
"I must get eenside." Pepé spoke to the main cat outside the Rouge.
"Sorry, Monsieur, you are not on ze leest…" a muscular cat spoke, looking at a small sheet of paper.
"What? I am Pepé Le Pew, Monsieur! Zat chatte een zere, wiz le stripe blanc, she knows moi!"
Pepé then noticed Penny with Marcel and tried to get her attention.
"ALLO?!" He exclaimed. "ALLO?! MADAME PEN-KNEE!"
But Penny merely looked away from Pepé, not wanting the skunk to ruin her chances with the attractive Marcel.
"So sorry, Monsieur pee-pee, did you say eet was?" The cat laughed. "I'm going to ave' to ask you to leave..."
"NO! NOM DE PLUME! I wheel get inside..." Pepé proclaimed. "Or moi name ees not PEE--uh, I MEAN PEPÉ!"
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("Lady Marmelade" by Patti Labelle plays in the background)
With every human gone for the evening, the Moulin Rouge was now the perfect place for the many animals of Paris to simply hang out and throw the coolest parties. The
"Magnifique, no?" Marcel asked Penelope.
"Yeah, it's pretty cool…" Penny replied. "It's almost like back home…"
Soon, Penny and Marcel were seated at a table further away from most of the crowds. They were each served a small tray of salmon roe caviar and pink champagne.
"Do you know why exzactly you are here, Madame?" Marcel asked, having a few bites of caviar.
"No, not really.." Penny replied. "I was initially here cause my owner bought me for fashion week, and she couldn't find a sitter at home, and now I'm…kinda homeless…"
"Ohohon, Madame, now zat you have left your owner, you are free!" Marcel replied. "You could live wiz moi, eef you choose…"
"Uh, well, I—" Penny stammered.
Penny didn't really know what to say now, for at the very top of the building was none other than Pepé Le Pew. He'd somehow snuck inside, still pursuing his quest for love.
"Take all ze time you need to decide, Madame," Marcel looked at his claws. "But I perzonally believe you would make a great companion…perhaps also a good wife…and, zomewhere down ze line, a good meré…"
"—What?" Penny asked, stammering back to reality.
"Oh, uh, NOSSINK!" Marcel replied. "I don't want to rush zees thingz, Madame, Zat ees just ze sort of gentleman I am…"
"Almost got er' that time, baws!" One of the pigeons exclaimed.
"Shut up, PHIL!" Marcel yelled, then quickly turned back around to face Penny. "Eheheh...nice champagne, ees eet not?"
Pepé had managed to sneak in this time...by dressing up as one of the fan-can dancer cats that were starting to come on stage now. No one noticed for a good while, until Pepé was getting a little tired from all the dancing he had to do, and his natural skunk musk was becoming more potent.
"SKOOOOOONQUE!!" A cat in the very back row yelled at the top of his lungs.
Every cat ran in horror away from Pepé, every cat except for Penelope.
"Bonjour…er…how are you, Madame?" Pepé asked, removing his can-can dancer outfit.
"Fine, actually." Penny replied, then chuckled at the way Pepé had caused all this chaos to happen within a short amount of time. "Hey, you wanna get outta here? This Marcel dude is givin' me the creeps."
"Oui." Pepé replied. "I do not like zis "Jeepers et ze creepers" myself."
Marcel was still there, within the shadows, unbeknownst to Pepé and Penny. He watched with disgust and jealously as the skunk and cat left the Moulin Rouge.
"Oh…you want ze creepy?" He asked. "Ah wheel show you ze creepy…"
