Miracle Box - an MLB rewrite

Book 2 - Purrrrfect Performance

A/N

This is one of the most embarassing chapters I have ever written.

"What-?" Ladybug quirked a brow. The horribly dressed villain frowned with irritation.

"I said dance!"

"Why though?"

"Dance already! Can't you see you're turning to stone?!"

Ladybug looked at her feet which were slowly creeping up with white marble. "Oh. Huh."

Chat Noir bonked the villain really harshly on the head with the end of his baton. The villain, not prepared for the 'surprise attack' immediately fell backward off the ledge of the chateau.

"That was anticlimactic," Ladybug said. She started wiggling her hips a little, dancing slightly, which immediately started reversing the effect of the marble. "Where does Hawkmoth even get these villain ideas? This one is kinda... ridiculous..."

"How are you supposed to dance and fight though?" Chat Noir raised.

"Ah, good point. Whelp, I did do ballet back in elementary, I'm sure I can bring that raw talent back."

"M'lady is a dancer! How interesting!"

"Was," Ladybug snorted, "I got to be a rat one time for the nutcracker and a flying monkey for the wizard of oz ballet. I'm sure that really was just pure skill, I can't top my talents from back then."

"HOW RUDE!" the villain said, leaping back up onto the chateau. She was about to say something when Chat Noir clobbered her again in the same manner as before, knocking her off the ledge.

"Just wiggling my hips seems to be working, so I guess it's not too constraining. Let's just get this over with quickly," Ladybug said.

"Agreed. I don't wanna be stuck in your predicament, hah!"

"You're lucky for now."

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"...She hasn't come back up yet," Ladybug noted. Both looked over the edge and saw the villain was sprinting off, away from the Louvre. She looked like how you might dress a toddler up for a day at disneyland, except the toddler was pink and thirty-something-years old.

Then, they noticed the collection of growing statues across the courtyard behind the Louvre. People, not knowing what to do, were being hit by this villain's... beam of light? And turning to stone, not understanding they were ridiculously supposed to dance to make it go away. Shit. As dumb as the situation was, they really did have to take it seriously.

"Oh– where'd she go?" Chat Noir asked with little concern.

"I want a REAL performance!" called the villain from behind, leaping back up on the chateau from the side of the glass pyramid and pirouetting into view. Chat Noir tried to strike her, but this time, she successfully evaded.

"Sorry, I'm not much of a dancer," Ladybug said, spinning herself around in such a way that by launching her yoyo, she could tie it around the villain while still appearing to dance.

"Very impressive, m'lady."

"You're copying copy cat with that one! Don't think I'm not noticing!" Ladybug teased in reference to the new nickname Chat had been giving her.

"Would you prefer bugaboo?"

"That is so much worse."

"I said performance! Not shitty stage drama!" the villain screeched. Though tied, she held a wand in her hand which was pointed at Chat Noir. A beam of pink light struck him in the throat.