My Little Miraculous Ladybug

Repercussions

The sounds of police sirens shattered the peaceful Parisian morning as the three black cars zoomed their way through the streets, desperately trying to avoid the police cars that were pursuing them. The driver of the black car in the middle- a gruff, middle-aged man who was smoking a cigar and who was in sore need of an aftershave- focused on the road before him, dead set on making a clean getaway. He and his men had just robbed the Premier National de Paris, one of the wealthiest banks in the entire country. Just a few more miles and he and his men would be home free.

"THIS IS THE POLICE!" the police chief's voice blared through the bullhorn. "CEASE DRIVING AND SURRENDER NOW!"

Never, the driver thought to himself with fierce determination. He turned a sharp left on the road, sending pedestrians scattering in fear as they tried to get out of his way. He smiled. Just a few more miles . . .

Suddenly, one of his companions let out a panicked scream over the radio. The driver picked it up.

"What's goin' on out there?" he asked in a gruff, menacing tone.

"Boss," his companion said over the radio in a slightly panicked tone, "a figure in a red and black jumpsuit landed onto our car. She started sprayin' somethin' or other and now I can't see nothin'!" Soon enough, a large crash resounded; the car had undoubtedly crashed into a pole.

"Ladybug," the gang driver growled to himself. He pressed on the gas pedal, for he knew that her no-good feline sidekick would undoubtedly be nearby. He picked up the radio.

"Beta 2, break off and meet up with me outside the city," he contacted the other car. But all he got was static. Clearly that pest had taken care of the other car as well. There was only one thing he could do: make sure that he got out of the city before they caught up with him.

Just then a thud sounded on his car's rooftop, and before the gang leader could try to figure out what was going on, the entire car turned a dull golden brown, and stopped working. The electricity from the broken remains crackled. Seeing that they caught him, the gang driver took his share of the money that he had stolen and got out, running as fast as his stubby legs and overweight body would take him. He was so focused on running that he tripped on something and fell facedown on the road. Something poked him in his face. Miffed, he looked up to see a lanky kid with blond hair and green eyes and wearing a black cat costume flashing him the mother of all cocky grins and carrying a silver staff. The gang leader groaned and pressed his face against the road; he knew at once that he had been beaten.

"Looks like you guys had car trouble," Cat Noir quipped, indicating the car that he had used his Cataclysm on. Ladybug landed right beside him.

"Good thing the police are here to help," she smiled as the sound of the police cars slowed to a stop and the cars themselves approached.

A few seconds later, all of the gang members were safely handcuffed and escorted to the police cars to be taken to prison. Officer Roger beamed at the two superheroes.

"Ladybug and Cat Noir, you've done it again," he smiled.

"All in a day's work, officer," Ladybug smiled back.

"And not a moment too soon," Cat Noir added. "We still have time to arrive to school early. Shall we race, milady?"

Ladybug chuckled and shook her head; some things never changed, which, in this case, was a good thing. "See you around, Officer. We'll be sure to give your daughter your regards."

And with that, both of them headed off to school. No sooner did they arrive on the steps of the school did their transformations run out, releasing both of their kwamis. A few kids cheered as they walked up the steps to the school. One boy even called out from the background, "I LOVE YOU, LADYBUG!"