I do not own Pepe or Penelope (I don't own Juliet either!)

I do own their families

In case you are wondering what Pepe Le Pew episode this is inspired from it is "The Sentimental Romeo." I do not own any Looney Tunes episodes. These chapters are inspired from the cartoons to stay true to Looney Tunes.

Chapter Four

Sentimental Waltzing

Penelope angrily slammed the bottles on her bathroom counter. Only two days ago a stripe discolored her luxurious tail to be black with a white stripe. Distressed by her chaotic event she ran around buying all the shampoos and soaps she could find. Nothing helped. She even tried vinegar and salt water, yet every time she rinsed it off, the stripe remained.

She was trying again that day with a shampoo made from special berries. Yet, the result was still the same. She still hadn't told her family about her problem. She wanted to fix and solve her trouble by herself.

However, failing to clean off the dye, she left her suite to get some fresh air. She looked around her shoulders carefully for Pepe Le Pew. She hadn't seen him since she ran away from the perfume shop, but she remained cautious.

Finally, she came to a small park. She passed by a woman pushing her baby in a stroller and a man sitting on a park bench reading a book. She went towards the shade of a tree and sat down. The soft brushed against her legs since she was wearing a dress. Her favorite dress too: it was the dress she wore on her date in Casablanca where Pepe first talked to her. She leaned back against the tree trunk and wished she had more comfortable shoes to walk around in. Her black high heels were hurting her.

"As long as I stay aware of Pepe," she said to herself. "I am safe." Her stomach softly growled.

"Safe and hungry," she said. She rolled her eyes at her bad timing of eating. She felt too tired to get up so she stayed there. She stretched her arms out and felt something.

It felt soft and a little dry. She turned her head to see and sandwich right there in the grass. It was on a paper towel and seemed to have been forgotten.

Penelope looked around. No one was picnicking close. Without even thinking about who owned it, she picked it up and bit into it. It was a strong cheese (blue cheese for sure,) and tuna. It tasted strange and delicious all at once. So she bit into it again. The mixed flavors filled her mouth and she smiled.

Little did she know though that Pepe was on the other side of the tree where he had dozed off after eating one of his two sandwiches. He was now awake and sat up stretching his arms out. He turned to where his sandwich had been before. It was gone.

He got on his knees to search for it and was going around the tree. Penelope had just finished swallowing her second bite when she smelled a familiar aroma. She turned in horror to her right and nearly bumped heads with Pepe.

"Oh Mademoiselle Penelope," he said politely seeing her and remembering her name.

Penelope only looked at him with wide eyes in shock. HOW??!!

How did he find her?! What was he a cop?! It seemed like a dance how he seemed to be one step ahead of her. This was the fourth meeting of theirs.

"What do you want?" she cried. "Money? I can get you money!"

"You're here like I am," said Pepe who seemed to understand what she said. "We just keep meeting no?" He smiled at her which made Penelope feel a rush in her stomach. It was caution.

She dropped the sandwich and ran off. Pepe looked at her confused.

"Oh, zhere's my sandweech." He said. He wrapped it in its paper towel and put it in his brown leather jacket pocket. With a feeling of interest he followed Penelope.

Penelope had stopped to rest at a brick wall and catch her breath. Pepe stood behind her and she leaned against the wall.

"I don't zhink eet's a good idea to run een high heels," he said which startled Penelope.

"Well," said Penelope trying to shake him off somehow. "I do not dance so I run instead!"

"Dance?" asked Pepe. "Well, you do seem to be zhe stay eenside type. Do you know how to waltz?"

"No I do not," said Penelope. She walked briskly away to one building with Pepe still behind her.

"I can teach you," he said. "My mom taught me how."

"Good for you," said Penelope quickly.

Pepe took a tooth pick from his pocket and placed it between his teeth. He got in front of her and got close to her. Penelope turned away, but Pepe took hold of her hand. Penelope felt hot again in the face. His hand felt smooth and gentle with her hand in his. He drew her close. His light blue shirt and dark wash jeans were crisp against her dress and she saw he had a red kerchief tied around his neck which he had gotten from his mother as a birthday present. He took a few steps forward. Penelope felt desperate to break loose and pressed herself against him to push him back. A few steps back they went and she picked up a stick from a crate of logs and smacked his arm. She didn't mean to hurt him. Apparently she didn't because he smirked at her.

"Flirt." He said with a charmingly smile. Penelope backed away and then ran for home. Pepe followed her wanting to know where she lived.

She led him to her suite where the complex was only open to those who had the a key or were let inside by someone who lived there. Penelope took her key out of her purse and opened the door. Pepe halted once she was in side and looked for her name on the call list. He found it and looked awkwardly and surprised at her last name which he didn't know.

"Pussycat?" he said in surprise. "Penelope Pussycat?"