In the literature classroom, Mr. Damoclès stands at the front, addressing the class with a sense of urgency.
"You only have one day to work on your fashion piece, and it must be your own design. In ten hours, your fittest presentation will be judged by none other than the great fashion designer Gabriel Agreste, the father of our very own student Adrien Agreste. In fact, Adrien will model the winning design in his next photoshoot. And now, to announce this year's theme: derby hats."
Marinette gasps, her face contorting with anxiety as she turns to see Chloé, who flashes a thumbs-down at them.
Cut to Collège Françoise Dupont, where Marinette paces frantically in a hallway, clutching her sketchbook.
"Derby hat, derby hat, derby hat, derby hat...! I don't have any derby hat designs! I've got top hats, caps, even two-horned hats! Need a beret? I'm your girl. A sombrero? No problem-o. But a derby?! It won't even matter 'cause I'll probably make a total fool of myself at the event, most likely trip over my stupid derby and collapse on Mr. Agreste, give him a full-blown concussion, and Adrien will hate me! I'll never be a world-renowned fashion designer. MY LIFE IS OVER!"
Alya, rolling her eyes, responds, "All this over a derby hat? Let me see your sketchpad, girl. There must be something in here."
Marinette shakes her head in despair. "Forget it, I'm a disaster zone. I'll probably mess everything up in the end."
Just then, Adrien and Danny stroll over, prompting Marinette to panic and hide behind a bench. Adrien glances at Alya and exclaims, "Wow, those are some awesome designs. I didn't know you had such mad skills."
Danny nods. "You're right; these are awesome designs."
Alya counters, "Uh, thanks, Adrien, Danny, but I can't take the credit. These sick designs belong to Marinette."
Marinette shyly waves as Adrien praises her, "You're super talented, Marinette. You seriously have a good chance of winning."
Danny adds, "Yeah, Mr. Agreste is bound to notice someone as talented as you."
Marinette stammers, "Well, um, yeah! I... like- um, designs that- um, go... upwards? Um, while stopping... I mean, uh- uh, um, thanks?"
After sharing a supportive smile, Adrien says, "Sure, and uh- good luck. Maybe I'll be wearing your derby at father's next photoshoot," before departing with Danny.
Alya cheers, "Girl, you gotta get a grip next time. But did you hear? Adrien thinks you're good enough to win!"
Sabrina and Chloe were watching them , "Did you hear how impressed Adrien and Danny were with Marinette's designs?"
Chloé scoffs, "Of course I heard! Her? Win the contest? As if. When Adrien sees my design, he'll convince his father to award me the winner."
Sabrina, supportive, says, "I'm sure he will, Chloé. You're a born champion. Your design will blow everyone else's out of the water!"
Chloé boasts, "Yeah, it will. As soon as I can get my hands on this sketchpad!"
Back at the bench, Alya checks her phone and says, "Only have nine hours until show time."
Marinette panics, "Yikes! I'm off to my secret garden of inspiration. I'll see you later."
In her haste, she runs straight into a wall with a loud thud, exclaiming, "AH! I'm okay. I'm okay, I'm okay," before almost colliding with another wall, leading to a scream as Alya bursts into laughter at Marinette's antics.
In the shadowy depths of Hawk Moth's lair, the atmosphere crackles with anticipation as he addresses his fluttering, malevolent butterflies, his voice dripping with malice.
"The time has come for us to find our next victim, my wicked little akumas," he declares, a sinister grin spreading across his face as the window creaks open, allowing a gust of chilling wind to flow through.
"We shall prey upon Ladybug and Cat Noir, those meddlesome guardians of Paris. Their Miraculouses must be mine!"
His eyes glint with determination as he plots his next move, envisioning the power that will be his once he captures those prized jewels.
By the Seine, Xavier sits dejectedly on a bench, his gaze distant.
"Poor Mr. Ramier," a voice says, and the scene shifts to Hawk Moth's lair, where he stands surrounded by his dark, fluttering butterflies.
"The feeling of injustice, such easy prey for my akuma," he continues, turning one of the butterflies into an akuma as he commands, "Fly away, my little akuma, and evilize him!"
The akuma zooms toward Xavier, entering through his birdcall. "Mr. Pigeon, I'm Hawk Moth. Neither this police officer nor any of the park keepers should stop you from taking care of your friends. What would Paris be without pigeons? What would pigeons be without you?"
A smile breaks through his sadness, and Xavier chuckles as he transforms into Mr. Pigeon, flapping his arms and cooing before dashing away.
Chloé secretly observes Marinette as she sketches. She signals to Sabrina, who stealthily sneaks behind Marinette to snap a picture of her design.
"Yes!" Marinette exclaims triumphantly, holding up her drawing, which Sabrina captures with her phone.
Tikki chirps, "Now that's a derby!" Marinette beams, "Thanks, Tikki."
Meanwhile, Sabrina eagerly shows Chloé the photo, saying, "We're so awesome."
Chloé, her tone icy, replies, "We?" as she snatches the phone from Sabrina's grasp. Sabrina's expression falters slightly as she corrects herself, "Oh right, sorry! You're so awesome, Chloé. When are we—uh, you—going to make the hat?"
Chloé dismisses her with a wave, "And ruin these nails? Of course not. Daddy'll pay someone to do it," before strutting off, Sabrina reluctantly following her.
In the cozy atmosphere of Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie, Marinette is busily working on her hat in her room, focused and determined. As she nears the completion of her creation, a sudden realization dawns on her.
"What am I forgetting?" she mumbles, glancing under her desk. Tikki, fluttering nearby, inquires, "What are you looking for?"
Marinette's eyes widen as she exclaims, "A feather! I forgot to pick up a pigeon feather for the hat! It has to have a feather!"
With urgency, she dashes back to Trocadéro, where the pigeons roost.
The pigeons scatter when she arrives, dropping feathers in all directions.
Spotting a feather on the ground, Marinette gleefully picks it up, "Yes!" However, in her excitement, she accidentally collides with Roger, the police officer.
"Uh, sorry, Mister Officer, sir," she stutters before hurriedly exiting.
As she leaves, Roger is suddenly swarmed by the very pigeons she had just encountered, causing him to cry out in surprise.
The scene shifts to the streets of Paris, where Marinette is on a bus, but it remains stationary.
Growing impatient, she expresses her frustration, "Come on! Can't we go any faster?!"
The bus driver responds, "Sorry folks, we have a situation here."
Marinette can see through the windows that a cluster of pigeons is blocking the road, prompting the driver to announce, "You'll need to get off the bus now."
Startled by the sight of pigeons as she steps off, she exclaims, "Ah! Uh, this is weird."
Walking down the street, she spots a gathering of people focused on a news screen.
Nadja announces, "Pigeons have taken over Paris. This is just one of the many alarming situations giving authorities cause for major concern," before receiving a report in her earpiece.
"Yes, I've just been told that someone named 'Mr. Pigeon' is making an announcement."
The screen switches to Mr. Pigeon, who somberly addresses the audience, "Oh, dreary day, poor Parisians. Sorry to ruffle your feathers, but Paris now belongs to the pigeons! Flap, flap!"
With urgency building, Marinette sprints to the subway entrance, determined to respond to the chaos, shouting, "Paris needs us!"
She confidently calls out, "Tikki, spots on!" and, with a flash, transforms into Ladybug.
After finishing his lunch, Danny sat back in his chair, chuckling as he tuned into the news report about Mr. Pigeon taking over Paris.
"Wow, Buckethead must be really desperate if he wants Ladybug and Cat Noir and their Miraculouses. This is going to be fun," he said to himself, grinning at the thought of chaos unfolding in the City of Lights.
Scanning the area to ensure no one was watching, Danny slipped away to a secluded spot behind a nearby building, where he could transform into Danny Phantom without being seen.
With a surge of excitement coursing through him, he began to glow, his ghostly form emerging as he floated up into the air.
As Ladybug continued her aerial search for Mr. Pigeon, she spotted the bizarre sight of airplane shapes crafted from flocks of pigeons soaring through the sky.
"Now this is weirder than weird," she muttered to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.
Suddenly, from a ledge above her, Cat Noir quipped, "Birds of a feather, flock together," but before he could finish, he sneezed dramatically and tumbled down to land beside her.
"I'm allergic to feathers!" he exclaimed, sneezing again.
Just then, Danny Phantom appeared, hovering nearby with a playful smirk, and greeted them, "Well, if it isn't my favorite duo, Ladybug and Cat Allergies! What's the scoop on this feather frenzy?"
"That's helpful." Ladybug crossed her arms as she furrowed her brow.
"Tell me about it." Cat Noir almost sneezes but stops himself, his green eyes darting nervously around the park where the chirping of birds was suddenly absent, leaving an unsettling silence.
"These birds are only part of the problem. The parkkeepers in Paris are vanishing without a trace."
Ladybug's voice turned serious as she took a step closer, glancing at the empty park benches and untended flower beds, a sense of urgency rising.
"What? We have to track down Mr. Pigeon ASAP," she declared, her hands now on her hips, scanning the horizon for any sign of him.
"Where are we gonna find him?" Cat Noir asked, his tail swishing behind him in frustration as he pushed back a wayward lock of hair.
Danny furrowed his brow, contemplating the situation as he floated a bit higher, the breeze tousling his hair. "I can scout the area from above," he suggested.
"I can fly around and see if Mr. Pigeon's hideout. There might be something off about the way the birds are flocking. Just signal me if you spot anything suspicious." His confidence radiated.
As Danny soared through the sky, he squinted through the sunlight, scanning the bustling streets below for any sign of Mr. Pigeon.
After several minutes of searching without spotting anything unusual, he let out an irritated huff. "Great... just my luck," he grumbled to himself, glancing at the flock of indifferent pigeons circling beneath him.
"Who knew finding a guy obsessed with pigeons would be this difficult? Maybe I should've brought a breadcrumb trail to lure him out!"
He rolled his eyes in frustration, knowing he had to keep looking but feeling the challenge weighing heavily on his shoulders.
Danny landed softly beside Ladybug and Cat Noir, a frown of disappointment etched on his face.
"I couldn't find any sign of Mr. Pigeon up there," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "It's like he vanished into thin air."
Cat Noir shrugged, giving him a supportive nod. "Don't sweat it, Danny. We'll figure this out." Ladybug, however, had a spark of inspiration lighting up her eyes.
"Hmm, I don't know where we can find him, but I do know where he can find us," she said, a determined grin spreading across her face.
Danny and Cat Noir exchanged curious glances, both intrigued and confused about her plan, eager to hear what clever idea she was cooking up that might lead them to their elusive foe.
Danny strolled casually around Place des Vosges, trying hard to maintain his cover as a park ranger while rolling his eyes at Cat Noir's antics.
"Seriously, Cat, could you tone it down a notch?" he muttered under his breath, trying to focus on the task at hand while avoiding Ladybug's impatient glances. "This isn't a dance-off; we're trying to lure Mr. Pigeon out, remember?"
He adjusted his park ranger cap and added with a smirk, "Besides, if we're going for 'natural,' I think I'm nailing it while you're auditioning for a musical!" He continued to whistle the tune, attempting to blend in while keeping an eye out for any sign of their pigeon-obsessed adversary.
"What do you mean? I am acting natural," Cat Noir insisted, twirling around dramatically as if he were in the spotlight, completely unaware of the frustration building in Danny.
With a loud facepalm, Danny dropped his hand down his face, trying to suppress a grin despite the absurdity of the situation.
"Yeah, because nothing screams 'park ranger' like choreographed dance moves and whistling to a revolutionary song," he replied sarcastically, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Look, all we need is to make it seem like there's something interesting going on in the park, not start a performance! If we keep this up, Mr. Pigeon will probably think we're trying to recruit him for a talent show!"
Danny couldn't help but smirk at the over-the-top antics of Mr. Pigeon as he soared through the air on his feathered platform, a dramatic figure against the blue sky. "Wow, this guy really knows how to turn a simple plan into an extravagant show."
Danny exclaimed, shaking his head in amusement. "He's practically a mix between the Box Ghost and Technus—just add a sprinkle of theatrical flair and a flock of loyal followers!"
He chuckled, leaning closer to Cat Noir, "I half-expect him to start monologuing about the power of avian supremacy any second now. Who knew villains could be so ridiculous?"
With a playful grin, he added, "I mean, honestly, do pigeons even have a grand plan, or is he just winging it?"
With a triumphant flourish, Mr. Pigeon blew a loud bird call that echoed across the rooftop, and instantly, the pigeons began to circle ominously around them, creating a chaotic whirlwind of feathers.
"Uh-oh, looks like we've officially entered the danger zone!" Danny exclaimed, trying to stay calm as he eyed the swooping flock.
"We need to find a way to break this bird ballet before it turns into a full-blown disaster!"
Ladybug readied her yo-yo, determined to take control of the situation, while Cat Noir prepared to leap and use his agility to outmaneuver the swirling mass.
"Let's distract him and get those pigeons off our backs before Hawk Moth's words come true!" Danny added, already brainstorming their next move while keeping an eye on the circling birds.
"Call me crazy, but I feel like birdseed all of a sudden," Ladybug said, glancing around as the pigeons formed an impenetrable shield, their wings creating a deafening rush of flapping feathers.
"Got any bright ideas, Phantom, bug?" Cat Noir asked nervously, his eyes darting between the swirling birds, worried about what they might do next.
Danny frowned, trying to think of a strategy amidst the chaos, but the sheer number of pigeons made it hard to concentrate. "You're the cat; don't you eat these things for breakfast? Or you could just spook?" Ladybug quipped, just as a gigantic cage descended from above, trapping them inside.
"Look!" she shouted, panic creeping into her voice, but Mr. Pigeon stood there flapping gleefully, making obnoxious bird noises as he declared, "Turpy day! I'm so ruthless," followed by a chilling chuckle that echoed through their prison.
"Excellent. Now take their Miraculous!" Hawk Moth's voice boomed from his lair, dripping with malice.
"Your Miraculous. Give them to me or face the wrath of my feathered friends!"
Mr. Pigeon declared, blowing his bird call as an ominous chorus of pigeons took to the air, banging on top of the cage while others turned to cheekily point their behinds at Ladybug, Danny, and Cat Noir.
Danny grimaced, voicing his disdain, "No, no, please! I just got this suit clean!"
As Mr. Pigeon climbed further into his theatrical monologue, he counted down, "Dada-dee, on the count of three, my beloved pigeons will commence fire. You can still say you're sorry, skins, by handing me your Miraculous. One, two…"
Panic surged through Ladybug, and she shouted, "Cat Noir, Danny, the bars!"
Without hesitation, Cat Noir announced, "Cataclysm!" and unleashed his power, shattering the cage's bars, while Danny aimed his ghost ray to weaken their imprisoning structure further.
With Mr. Pigeon cowering at the rooftop's edge, the trio burst forth, determination etched on their faces as they advanced toward their feathered foe.
"Well, well. Looks like the pigeon's really a chicken!" Cat Noir joked, smirking confidently.
Danny chimed in, "I guess he's just winging it!"
Suddenly, Mr. Pigeon declared, "Me? I'm not flying away. I'm just killing two birds with one stone," before blowing his bird call and leaping off the edge of the roof, only to be caught by a flock of pigeons that lifted him back up.
"Merry Christmas!" he squawked, flapping wildly.
Out of nowhere, a barrage of pigeons dove toward Ladybug, Danny, and Cat Noir; thinking quickly, Danny conjured a ghost shield dome around them to deflect the incoming fluttering threat.
They dashed toward a nearby door, and with a wave of his hand, Danny opened a small gap in the shield so they could escape inside.
But as they stumbled through, unprepared, they tumbled down a set of stairs, exclaiming, "Ah!" in unison.
Above them, Mr. Pigeon cawed, "I'm not done with you yet!" making warbling bird noises as his flock carried him away. Ladybug and Cat Noir quickly regained their footing and resumed their hurried descent while Danny floated alongside them.
Just then, Cat Noir's ring beeped anxiously, reminding him he only had four minutes left before his transformation would wear off.
"I've gotta get out of here before my secret identity's revealed!" he urged, glancing around with mounting dread.
"Yeah, you wouldn't want to let the cat out of the bag," Ladybug teased, to which Danny added, "Especially when you've got a thing for all things feline!" Cat Noir shook his head, unable to suppress a small smile despite the situation's urgency.
"Ha ha, very funny," he replied, rapidly moving down the stairs as they continued their escape.
As they waited, Danny cleared his throat, glancing sideways at Ladybug. "So, uh, do you have any fun plans after this pigeon fiasco?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
Ladybug tilted her head with an intrigued smile, "Well, I was thinking of grabbing a snack. What about you?" Danny felt his nerves ease a bit.
"Same! I can't fight crime on an empty stomach, right? You know what they say—'A fed hero is a happy hero!'"
Ladybug chuckled, "That's a solid motto. We should definitely make it a thing!"
Their laughter filled the air as they shared ideas for places to eat, and Danny felt more at ease, enjoying their easy banter.
In the royal suite, Cat Noir was pacing anxiously as Armand led him in, declaring, "'Scuse me, sorry!" before slamming the door behind him.
"It's an emergency!" he called out, only to hear a knock right after. Opening it again, he faced Armand with a curious expression.
"How do you like your Camembert?" Armand asked, to which Cat Noir, desperate, replied.
"Runny!" and promptly slammed the door again. Another knock interrupted his thoughts, and Armand held a gleaming cloche when he opened it this time.
"Unpasteurized Camembert matured for two years," he said, presenting it with pride.
"Thanks!" Cat Noir exclaimed, taking it before slamming the door once more.
His transformation fizzled out just then, revealing Adrien, who sighed as Plagg spiraled out of the ring, dramatically landing on the bed.
"Oh, the exhaustion! My poor aching body! I can't move a muscle!" Plagg lamented.
Adrien smirked and walked over, lifting the cloche to expose the creamy cheese.
"Eat up, buddy. Ladybug needs help." Plagg's eyes widened in delight.
"Ah, my gooeyness..." he gasped, diving in.
"What about Phantom?" he asked, mouth full.
Adrien shrugged while rubbing his head, "Yeah, him too."
Ladybug stepped out of the elevator and into the elegant dining hall, her gaze immediately drawn to the impressive large glass windows that offered a stunning view of the city.
"Great, I can get a much better view from up here," she remarked, walking closer to the window and noticing something peculiar.
"Odd, the pigeons are flying in the same direction. Better go follow them."
Just then, the elevator dinged, and Cat Noir stepped out, grinning. "Ready when you are, LB and DP!" he declared enthusiastically.
"Let's go!" Ladybug replied with determination while Danny chimed in with a playful smirk, "Let's take down the bird brain."
At The Grand Palais, Ladybug and Cat Noir followed a flock of pigeons to a building where they discovered a huge cage stuffed with park keepers.
"So that's where Mr. Pigeon's keeping the park keepers he abducted," Ladybug mused, while Cat Noir sneezed and declared, "My pigeon radar is on high alert."
"Bless you!" Danny chimed in, sensing the tension. Ladybug shot back, "Either your radar is on the brink, or Mr. Pigeon has left the park keepers unattended."
Wary of a trap, Danny nodded in agreement with Ladybug that they'd need a solid plan.
They circled the outside, and a pigeon flew into the building. "Perfect timing, Hootie ho! We're ready to greet them. They're going to fall right into my trap," Mr. Pigeon said as Hawk Moth ominously echoed his excitement from afar.
While Ladybug mapped out their strategy on the roof—"If we can destroy that bird call, we'll be able to capture the akuma"—Cat Noir enthusiastically announced, "Let's go! Early bird gets the worm!" Though Danny felt uneasy about the plan, he trusted Ladybug's instincts.
Cat Noir opened a skylight but was hit by a draft of feathers. Unable to suppress a sneeze, he accidentally caused Ladybug to miss her target. "So much for the element of surprise!" she exclaimed as Mr. Pigeon took flight, calling his pigeon army into action.
They chased him until he summoned the birds, puffing out, "Deedly-dee dee, come closer. I have a bone to peck with you."
"I'd be honored," Cat Noir smirked, then was quickly knocked back by Mr. Pigeon, Danny, and Ladybug.
Roger, trapped, shouted, "Get us outta here, Ladybug!"
"Lucky Charm!" she cried, revealing a coin.
Confused initially, she used her Lucky Vision to envision a plan involving a beam, a vending machine, and a coin.
"You can't buy yourself out of here!" Mr. Pigeon taunted, hurling a sphere of pigeons their way.
Acting quickly, Ladybug slid under him, wrapping her yo-yo around his ankle to create a pulley while dashing the vending machine to snag a bag of popcorn.
"Cat Noir!" she called.
"Yeah!" he replied, ready. She tossed the bag into the air, and he struck it with his staff, sending popcorn flying everywhere.
"Snack time, pigeons!" she yelled as the birds swarmed around Mr. Pigeon. "No!" he screeched in dismay as Ladybug lifted him with her yo-yo, causing his bird call to tumble to the ground with a desperate "My bird call! Nooo!" "Danny, blast it!" she ordered, and he complied, destroying the bird call.
With Mr. Pigeon sprawled out unconscious, the akuma fluttered out, and Ladybug captured it, stating, "No more evil-doing for you, little akuma. Time to de-evilize! Gotcha. Bye-bye, little butterfly."
"Miraculous Ladybug!" she declared, tossing the Lucky Charm into the air to restore everything to normal.
Mr. Pigeon changed back into Xavier Ramier, looking bewildered as he said, "Huh? What happened? Where am I?"
Ladybug, Danny, and Cat Noir exchanged a cheerful fist bump, enthusiastically proclaiming, "Pound it!"
At Collège Françoise Dupont, where students prepared to showcase their hat designs.
Alya called out for Marinette, who didn't respond. "Where is that girl?" Alya wondered aloud.
Nathalie stepped in, greeting Mr. Damoclès with, "Hello, Mr. Damoclès; I am Mr. Agreste's executive assistant, Nathalie."
He replied, "Hello, miss. Pardon me, but where is Mr. Agreste?" as she held up a tablet showing Gabriel.
"I'm here," Gabriel's voice came through.
"Ah, uh, hello, Mr. Agreste. Welcome to our school,"
Mr. Damoclès responded.
"Adrien and Danny, take Nathalie around," Gabriel instructed.
Spotting Mr. Agreste approaching, Chloé exclaimed, "Ah, there's Mr. Agreste! He's coming this way!"
As they gathered near Juleka and Rose's creations, Mr. Damoclès remarked, "As you'll see, Mr. Agreste, our students have poured their hearts and souls into their projects."
Just then, Marinette rushed in with her box, letting out a sigh of relief. "Where have you been?! You got your hat?"
Alya asked eagerly. "Yep, here," Marinette replied, lifting the lid.
Alya's eyes widened briefly before her expression darkened.
"What? But it's the same as Chloé's!"
Marinette gasped, "What?!" as the judges approached Chloé and Sabrina's hat.
"Uh, hi, Mr. Agreste. I'm Chloé Bourgeois. You know my father, André Bourgeois, the mayor?" Chloé announced proudly.
Marinette muttered, "Ugh, that thieving little brat!"
Alya offered, "Do you want me to take care of it?" but Marinette confidently replied, "I think I can handle this."
As the judges neared Marinette's hat, Gabriel instructed, "Hm, turn the tablet back to Ms. Bourgeois' hat."
The judges complied, and Gabriel sarcastically asked, "Is this a joke?"
Chloé shouted dramatically, "No fair! Marinette copied my design! It's scandalous; how could you do that?" fake tears spilled down her cheeks.
Marinette intervened, "I apologize for the situation, Mr. Agreste, but I can prove that this derby hat is MY original design."
Gabriel pressed, "Go ahead."
Marinette confidently stated, "Um, everything on my derby hat is hand-made—from the embroidery to the weaving of the band to the stitching of the brim," as Chloé recoiled at the boldness.
"All done by myself. And last, there's a special design element that only the true designer knows about: I signed mine."
Just then, Chloé knocked over her derby hat stand, causing everyone to turn and notice Marinette's signature on the ground.
Chloé squealed in panic, "Daddy!" and ran off in tears.
Danny chuckled at her departure before regaining his composure. Gabriel complimented Marinette, saying, "Very exquisite creation. You definitely have the laboring hands of a hat maker, Miss…" to which Adrien promptly added, "Marinette."
With a smile, Gabriel continued, "Congratulations on your demonstration, Miss Marinette. You're the winner."
Shocked and delighted, Marinette gasped and bowed.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Gabriel smiled, adding, "Adrien and Danny will wear your derby on our next advertising campaign."
Adrien placed his hands over hers, resting on the hat, causing her to gasp and blush.
"Awesome job, Marinette," he said, and she felt her cheeks heat up as Adrien attempted to wear the derby, only to start sneezing.
"A-achoo!" he exclaimed, wiping his nose.
"Uh—sorry, I'm allergic to feathers," he explained sheepishly.
Marinette looked surprised but quickly smiled, responding, "Gesundheit!" to his next sneeze.
Adrien waved, "Thanks," as Alya and Marinette shared a look of excitement. Marinette couldn't contain herself, exclaiming.
"Whoo hoo!" as laughter erupted between them, celebrating her hard-earned success.