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Part 4

The next day. Lorelai stops by the Dragonfly Inn. Michel is on the phone. "Yes sir, we have room 205 available this afternoon at around 2:30. Would you like for me to reserve it for you, sir?"

A pause. Lorelai enters the main room, walking up to the desk and setting aside her coat and bag. "Ok, and under what name would you like to make the reservation?" Michel asks. Lorelai looks at a few pamphlets on the desk and studies them. Michel continues. "First name 'Paul' ok..."

Lorelai mouths excitedly "Paul Anka?!" Michel continues. "...And last name Sanders. Oh yes, that would be spelled S-A-N..." Lorelai's excitement subsides and she frowns. Michel continues. "Ok, thank you. Room 205 is now reserved under Paul Sanders for 2:30pm today. And when you check in, Mr. Sanders, we ask that you leave all luggage and carry-ons with the concierge and we will hand over the room key and spare."

Lorelai examines a candy jar full of sweets. Michel continues. "And yes, this is my actual voice." Michel and Lorelai exchange quizzical looks. "Ok, very well. Thank you for calling Dragonfly Inn, have a great day." Michel hangs up and stares at the phone. "The pompous gentleman even had the nerve to question my natural talent."

Lorelai sighs. "Ugh, I was semi-hoping that was Paul Anka on the other line."

"Good morning to you too, Lorelai," Michel replies while writing down notes.

"Michel, good morning," Lorelai says.

"So Paul Ankle you say? What, a new boyfriend Lorelai?"

"Anka, Paul Anka. And it's complicated."

"Hmm, how so?" Michel continues to write.

"Well you see, Paul Anka ran away."

Michel moves over to the computer. "Sounds like a very fleeting romance, won't you say?"

"Yeah and now I have no way of finding him since he didn't seem to leave any indication of running away, not even anything as little as paw prints."

"Paw prints, huh? Sounds like a *wild* relationship."

"Yeah. Paul Anka was the only and probably the last dog I'll ever own," Lorelai says pensively.

Michel looks up confused. "Wait a minute, Paul Anka is a dog?"

"Guess I never brought him over to Dragonfly Inn for a visit. So, when did we decide to get a candy bowl?" Lorelai asks while rotating the glass bowl.

"I don't suppose you need any of my canine expertise in finding Paul Anka?"

Lorelai folds her hands and leans on the counter top. "Well, I mean it wouldn't hurt. I can use all the help I can get."

"Ah yes, but you see, my occupation as concierge does not entail the whereabouts of a lost and frightened pup."

"Is this some sort of weird segway into a discussion of vacation time?"

"Lorelai, I am merely just inquiring about my role in this search."

"Yes, Michel, you're in."

"Yipee!"

"And if you're in the area later today, there's going to be an emergency meeting tonight and the search will also commence at that time."

"Shall I bring along with me my x-ray vision goggles as an extra-precautionary measure?"

Lorelai looks taken aback. "Not something on the immediate supplies list but feel free!"

Michel rubs his hands together mischievously. "Oh goody! I've been waiting to show off those slick, France-imported babies."

"Michel, pardon my asking, but why exactly did you buy x-ray vision goggles?"

"So that I am able to find lost items: lost keys, lost rings, lost dogs..." Michel looks up and moves his head side by side while reading out his list of lost items.

"Ah." The phone rings. Michel answers. "Dragonfly Inn, this is Michel speaking, how may I help you..." Lorelai begins to walk around and then Sookie enters with papers in tow.

"Lorelai! Lorelai! I heard the terrible news!"

"What, my mom's moving to Stars Hollow?!"

Sookie calms down. "Oh my gosh, she is?"

"Oh gosh no, I hope not! What's the latest Sookie?"

"You do know about Paul Anka, right?"

"Yeah, I know. How could I not? He's been missing since last night."

"What do you think happened?"

"I don't know, I guess he just decided that Stars Hollow just isn't his scene. But he does have a doggy tag so I'm not too worried."

"Aw, but you must be devastated. Did you tell Rory yet?"

"Yeah, she knows and she's just as upset."

"Well, if it's any consolation, I posted up some missing pup flyers all around town just before I got here."

"Sookie, you did what?!" Lorelai snatches a paper out of Sookie's arms, looking at it in shock.

Sookie cringes. "Hubby and I wanted to help out. Isn't that one of the things you're supposed to do when a family member goes missing in small towns?"

"Yeah but it would have been nice if you had asked me first. And the fact that it says Missing Gilmore Family Member in bold certainly does not help. Whoa, Paul Anka looks like a furry bride in a dark furry veil."

"Oh, that. Yeah I tried to make color copies but they're super expensive. So now, he just looks like one big glob."

"How'd you get a picture of Paul Anka?"

"From you, Lorelai! Remember when you were so excited that day when you got him and I was out of town and you couldn't wait to show me what he looked like? Well?"

Lorelai looks in the distance whimsically. "Ah yeah! guess I forgot about that." Sookie looks relieved.

"Well at least you got his name right. Except there shouldn't be a hyphen between Paul and Anka."

"Oh, right. I thought about that. I was totally debating about that with the hubby. We've also started baking some ginger dog biscuits to lay out for Paul Anka."

"You make dog biscuits?" Lorelai asks curiously.

"Yeah, an old family recipe. Lost dogs in our family always miraculously show up at the scent of ginger and cinnamon. So, they're not just any ginger dog biscuits. They're irresistible ginger dog biscuits that Paul Anka's sure not to resist."

"That sounds very appetizing even to me."

"Self-confession: I tried and tested one out and I must say, 'all dogs will go to heaven.'"

Lorelai continues to study the flyer, flipping it back and forth. "So I guess the whole town knows now?"

"In the event of posting up flyers, I think so."

"Alright, thanks Suke. I'll take it from here," Lorelai adds nervously.

"Anytime, Lor. We have to find Paul Anka, he's just so big and cuddly and cute!"

"You and I both. Just no more flyers."

"Done." Sookie moves to another part of the room. Lorelai's phone rings. "Hey Luke."

Luke is at the diner, holding a flyer and studying it."Lorelai hi. Listen, I think you should get down here."

"Why, w-what's going on?"

"It seems that the town's gone haywire. Everyone outside is walking up and down the streets frantically."

"Oh no. Did the pickle smell return?"

"Unfortunately, no. I think it has to do with these flyers about Paul Anka."

"Oh no." Lorelai cups the phone and shouts, "SOOKIE!"

"They just mysteriously appeared on every other light post and window of town square not too long ago. Even on my windows, and passersby can't tell if I'm open or closed. Wait a minute, did you put these up?"

"No, actually Sookie took it upon herself to post them, but apparently for all the right intentions. She didn't mean any harm or for any sudden town paranoia, I'm sure."

"Why does Paul Anka look like a bride with an equally-furry veil on these flyers?"

"I see I'm not the only one. I'm on my way over, Luke." Lorelai hangs up and gathers her things.

"Where to, Lorelai?" Michel asks slowly. Sookie nervously re-enters the room.

"Back to town. Apparently, every other person's gone haywire over Paul Anka."

"The singer?"

"Very funny. Save some of the candy for me. Thanks Michel!" Lorelai runs out of the doorway.

"Not to worry, Lorelai. I'll be sure to keep everyone's grimy little paws out of the jar."

Sookie looks in the direction of Lorelai. "Michel, I just heard Lorelai call me, do you know what she wanted?"

"Probably to tell you to help me keep the candy jar safe."

"Hm, it sounded more urgent that that but alrighty." replies Sookie. She walks away while saying sadly, "Why Paul Anka, why?" Michel then takes a double look while grabbing for the candy jar. He examines the lost pup flyer. "Is that a furry bride with a furry veil?"