Bob opened his eyes.
He was inside a beautiful room, clearly inspired by the Rococo Era of French fashion and architecture. Tall, slender windows gave a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. Then, he sighed, remembering they were in France, and spending a week with the French Peas' parents.
"Good morning, sunshine..." Larry smiled as he awoke next to Bob.
"Oh, I gotta say, Larry..." Bob smiled as he yawned, pulling the silken sheets aside. "That was a wonderful day we had yesterday—staying in this beautiful mansion, the chicken cordon bleu for dinner..."
"The way you spoke French at the Moulin Rouge yesterday," Larry chuckled a little. "Man, I had no idea a guy could speak excellent French while being THAT drunk!"
Larry quickly showed Bob a video on his cell phone of Bob yelling something in perfect French at a waiter. He fast-forwarded it a little bit to show Bob singing a karaoke version of "All-Star" by Smash Mouth, in perfect French as well.
"Yeesh..." Bob replied, a little embarrassed. "I guess I overdid it on the 54' Pinot Grigio. I don't even KNOW French."
Bob walked over to their room's bathroom and began washing his face in the sink.
"—That video had better not be on YouTube, Larry..." Bob replied from behind the door of the bathroom.
Larry gazed at his cell phone and looked through it—the video with Bob drunkenly speaking French had gone absolutely viral on the internet.
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Buttered croissants.
Café au lait.
Croque madame—made with ham, cheese, egg, spinach, and garlic.
French-style crepes, served with chocolate sauce and topped with various fruits.
This is the kind of breakfast that's served over at the mansion, and OH! is it DELECTABLE or WHAT?!
"...I think I died and went to heaven..." Jimmy sighed in between bites, his eyes heavily dilated.
"Yeah, heaven." Jerry replied.
Every veggie in the cast was seated at a very large table, completely enjoying themselves.
"Oh, it as' been forever since zis table was full with people." Rosé replied. "My sons, zey ave' gone go live zeir own lives, but now, two of zem ave' come back! I am zo GRATEFUL!"
"MOZER..." Jean-Claude spoke as he and his brother were stuck in their mom's vice-grips hug.
"WE CANNOT BREAZE.." Phillipe replied, out of breath as well.
"Oh, sorry boys!" Rosé replied.
Suddenly, Libby Asparagus (Junior's parents were on a business trip back in the States and couldn't take her) burst into the dining area.
"MISTER BOOOOOOOOHB!!" Libby exclaimed, sliding down the staircase rim of the mansion.
"Libby?" Bob replied. "What's goin' on?"
"Junior—and Annie—and Percy, and Laura—THEY'REALLMISSING! WHAT'REWEGONNADO?!" Libby exclaimed very quickly, almost out of breath.
"Wait...they're MISSING?!" Bob exclaimed. "HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?! LARRYYYYY!!"
"It's not my fault, Bob!" Larry replied. "I feel like this has happened before!"
"Oh, it has, alright." Archibald replied, placing his cup of tea down and standing up from where he sat next to Lovey. "And frankly, I'm not going to stand by and let them come back on their own. I say we find those children before someone else does!"
"YEAH!" The cast exclaimed.
"I will call ze Interpol!" Rosé exclaimed, holding up an old-fashioned telephone.
"Uh, no, Rosé, that won't be necessary." Larry replied. "I'm sure we could find them, how hard could it be?"
"En Paris?!—Comme trouver une aiguille dans une botte de foin." François said, before taking a sip of a very tiny cup of espresso. "Ça va être difficile."
"Our father, ee says it will be...ow' you say...like ze needle in ze 'aystack, non?" Phillipe translated to Bob.