I do not own Pepe or Penelope or the short and lines from Who Scent You? This is inspired by.

I do own Penelope's family, and Pepe's family.

(Whew! I thought I would never get to this chapter this week! It's been busy with the old people in my family!)I'll have Brother and Sister up this week, hopefully before Friday, but check when you can. It may be up earlier. Now I'm going to give a secret on my I chose Chevalier on being Pepe's middle name in my story: I couldn't think of a good middle name for him so when I was watching The Aristocats, I noticed the singer's name who did the opening song; Maurice Chevalier. Once I learned how to pronounce it right I liked how it sounded. It sounded more memorable and creative then Jacques!

Chapter Fourteen

Scent for an Errand

When Penelope had gotten back to her hotel with her dress soaked her mother was furious and scolded her as if she was a toddler. When asked where she had been Penelope couldn't answer. She didn't like Pepe that much, but she didn't want him to get in trouble. He didn't do anything wrong like kidnap her or worse things. She had left him to swim a little longer and at the shallow edge he paced the best he would pass by the nervous fish when he wanted to get out.

"Pepe Chevalier Le Pew!" said Nancy in a stern tone.

"Uh-oh," he thought. "When she says zhe middle name I know she's mad at me."

Nancy was talking to her son over the phone in a phone booth. Thankfully he had more than enough change to keep the conversation going. He felt like talking to his brother Louis, but of course his mother picked it up instead. He wanted to talk about his new infatuation, but he didn't say her name to respect her until she liked him back.

"Why were you swimming weeth a girl you hardly now?" she almost yelled.

"She fell," he said for the third time. "Nozhing bad happened."

"Pepe," she sighed. "I know you are a good boy-"

"I'm not a boy," he said annoyed. "I'm an adult!"

"You're an adult who eez a boy," she said. "Male eef "boy" sounds too childish! As I was saying you're a good adult, please don't ruin eet. I know desire can be overpowering, but fight eet! Wait for your wife!"

"Whatever Mom," he said. Nancy covered her eyes with her free hand. She couldn't be more amazed that the conversation which had started out with Pepe coming home on a ship had led to an argument over purity.

"Pepe," Nancy sighed calmly after a pause. "Don't save yourself for your father and I. Do eet for yourself and your wife. Brides don't wear white wedding gowns to represent how many times they have slept weeth a man. Eet's to represent zheir purity. Yet…many who do should probably wear a red dress instead. I just want you to do zhe right zhing, even when eet's hard."

"Mom," her son snapped. "Don't tell me what to do! You've had your life, let me have mine! I'll do what I want! I'm an adult!"

"You're not talking like an adult," she said gently.

"Well I am and you are too blind to see zhat!" he snapped back and hung up.

Nancy hung up her phone at her home and went back to sweeping the kitchen floor. Hurt by her son's words she brushed away a tear in her eyes.

Pepe kicked a rock down the street and stormed half dry and half damp from the earlier dunk with Penelope. As if it didn't seem bad enough a car passing by him drenched him from water that was running from a loose hose. Once on the small ship that would head back to another port closer to the road to Paris he stormed to the empty hair salon and dried his hair off which included brushing his tail with one hundred strokes. Later he stayed out on a small deck by himself. He leaned over the side feeling the gentle wind. He looked down at the ocean. He wondered if his mother was hurt by his words and if she had a sea of tears in her eyes. He didn't mean to snap at her twice. Anger could be a monster when used against a loved one. He knew he would apologize to her when he got home. He was just tired of her running his life. She didn't have one at his age. She was a housewife at twenty-one and a mother at twenty-six. What did she know about desire if she got married so fast from true love?

Penelope in the mean time had gotten lost among the crowd and had to find a way to get on the ship that had her parents. They were heading towards their room, but her father was waiting for her. Penelope huffed to herself as she climbed up a fresh white painted fence getting her hands and shoes whitewashed. The fence led to the doc and instead of waiting she climbed over. When she heaved herself over her light pink dress was whitened a little. Then she scurried over cutting her way through and deeply apologizing for doing so. Once she got on the ship she hurried down to her room only to be welcomed by her father and scolded by her mother. As soon as the scolded was over and dear old father stepped in to defend Penelope she was given an errand (or a few) to run down to the salon and bring some three bottles of everything: bath salts, lavender shampoo, conditioner, sponges, nail filers, brushes and facial masks. Leonardo went out for a game of cards with the passengers. That left Penelope to run the errands.

"Stupid," she only mumbled to herself. She left the women there who were cautious with their hair on windy days under the dryers. Penelope held back a snicker and went back to her room. She had just gotten back to her room when she was ordered to bring some orange slices.

"Why would you eat while taking a bath?" she said to herself. Then realized it wasn't for eating, it was for pampering the water. So after going to the food bar to get may be 20 thick orange slices in a paper cup she went back.

"Now do not bother me!" snapped Guiliane.

"Thank you," said Francine when Penelope dully gave her the cup.

"Will Mam need anything else?" she asked with fear in her eyes.

"I do not think so Penelope," said Francine. "You can go now. Maybe you can relax in a bath later."

Penelope went out onto the deck she kept her legs close together as she stood out looking at the waves. She felt as if some naughty idiot would try to look up her dress. The same dress she had worn earlier. She was punished for getting it wet and she was to wear it until it dried as her punishment.

"Life is so hard," she said to herself. "I wish I could just get what I want-" (Though she didn't know for sure of what she wanted.) "It takes a long time to earn things."

"Getting zhere eez half zhe fun," said Pepe who had quietly come to her side and had stood there for a second.

"I would scat if I were you," said Penelope not looking at him. "My mother was furious to hear about why my dress was wet."

"Sorry about zhat," he said. He inched closer to her, wanting to badly to kiss her soft looking lips. He feared they had been kissed before and he hated the idea of some jerk kissing that beautiful mouth. Penelope though turned and left to go lower down deck. She went down the curvy stairs. Then she heard a quick swish sound and turned to see Pepe sliding down the banister legs off to one side, arms crossed in front of his face which was heading downwards, and stomach running against the polished maple. She turned away with her back facing him He sat upright on the banister. Penelope could feel his knees lightly touch her back.

"You know what?" he said. She didn't answer. "Eef you and I were togezher, you would be my peanut and I your brittle."

Penelope looked disgusted. She was listening to a glut!

"What is it with men and their love of food?" she grumbled.

"I don't know. What eez eet with women and zheir love of chocolate?"

Penelope did not answer. She felt taken aback. That was a moment of touché!

"Eef we drown I would pull you into a life boat with me," he said with chivalry.

"To kidnap me?" she asked.

"No," he said. "You can't walk from a life boat. Zhey should be called 'zhis eez zhe life boat.'"

Penelope moved from him.

"You better not follow me to my home town," she said softly.

"I won't," he promised. "You can trust me." Her next words cut his heart for her.

"I have nobody to trust after what has happened to me," she said solemnly and went back to her room.

Author's Note: Hey for fun, what do you think is a good love song for Pepe and Penelope? I've been listening to the radio lately and thought about it. Plus, there's tons of ideas on YouTube.