"'I'm not sure. I think they only talk about Ladybug, Chat Noir and Wolfette in Pairs[,]' Felicity said." –maddycullen23, "Miraculous London"

"Really?" said Marinette with a frown. "Why?"

"Well, again, I'm not really sure," said Felicity. "But it does seem to be a pattern; I've overheard lots of conversations lately about them between pairs of people, but as soon as a third person enters, the subject immediately changes. Maybe Hawkmoth's put some sort of brain-wash on the city, so that people just aren't capable of thinking about our heroes in groups of more than two at a time; then when the three of them next get together, they'll forget who they're supposed to be, and they'll be easy prey for his latest akuma."

Marinette snorted. "Come on, Felicity," she said. "Hawkmoth may be powerful, but he doesn't have that kind of power. Anyway, if there is some sort of spell like that on the city, shouldn't it be on us, too? How come we haven't felt any…"

Alya's voice from behind her interrupted her and Felicity's colloquy. "Hey, girls!" said the Ladyblogger brightly. "What's up with you two?"

"Oh, nothing much," said Felicity. "We were just talking about… about…" She trailed off, and frowned. "Marinette, what were we talking about?"

Marinette blinked, and scrunched up her forehead in thought. "Um…"

"'It's just a pencil.' 'I know that, Plagg. But it's the principal of the thing.'" –MsBlackOut, "Return to Me"

"Oh, it is, is it?" said Plagg.

"Sure," said Adrien. "And these two gel pens here are the naughty children who got sent to his office, and they're terrified that he's going to deliver some really harsh punishment – but it turns out that the pencil is really a kindly principal underneath his rigid exterior, so everything ends happily and…"

"Yeah, okay, great, kid," Plagg interrupted. "You go ahead and project your idealized public-school fantasies onto helpless writing implements. Meanwhile, your kwami's going to find a more grown-up way to spend the afternoon, okay?"

"Sure, that's fine," said Adrien – and, as Plagg flew off to the kitchen in search of Camembert, he returned his attention to the makeshift principal's office on the coffee table. "'I'll never pass notes again, M. Bic!'" he said in a high-pitched voice, moving the green pen back and forth. "'Please don't spank us!'"

"He managed to keep his voice steady. 'I don't think Lukas right for you.'" –ShipQueen08, "Chat Gets Jealous"

"Well, of course not," said Ladybug. "I mean, come on, he's forty years old, male, and German. If it comes to that, I don't exactly think Dietrich right for you, either."

Chat readily conceded the point.

"But we have to let the others know somehow that we've been stranded in Golden-Age Hollywood," Ladybug continued, "and the only way to do that is to have a movie made about us, so that it can show up in Alya's DVD collection and cue her in that there's something wrong. So we have to put up with what Warner Brothers decides to do with us – and, if that means having Paul Lukas play me and Marlene Dietrich play you instead of the other way around, well, we just have to live with it, don't we?"

"'What's wrong, Marionette?' came the soft voice of her partner." –shadow12, "Love Is Crazy, Love Is Hard"

The red-and-black figure sighed and turned to face him, moving carefully so as to keep her strings from getting tangled. "Oh, nothing, really, Rod Puppet," she said. "I was just having one of those reveries of mine. You know, the ones where we're real human superheroes instead of puppets?"

Rod Puppet frowned, and shook his varnished wooden head. "You shouldn't do that, Marionette," he said. "You know the Master doesn't like you dwelling on those fancies of yours. We are what we are; we always have been, and it's no good imagining otherwise."

"I know, I know," Marionette said wearily. "But I just can't help it, Roddy. It doesn't feel like imagination, somehow; it's as though I'm remembering things that really happened, even though I know they couldn't have…"

"Shh!" said Rod Puppet. "Here he comes!"

Marionette sharply fell silent, and the two little dancing dolls raised their heads and smiled dutifully as their Master entered the workshop, earning a satisfied chuckle from the silver-masked showman. "So, my little puppets," he said, "have you been behaving for your dear Master Hawkmoth?"