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"Ladies and gentlemen! Come see Paris from above!" A man announced.

People were everywhere, here for the inauguration as Maynott was speaking his speech out.

In the crowd were Emile, Raoul, and [ Name ]. She looked over towards the men then back at the commissioner.

"I bring you hope! I bring you me!"

The audience became clapping slowly,"It's with great pride and expectations that I announce my candidacy  for the post of Maire of Paris!"

[ Name ] rolled her eyes as she clapped along with Raoul and Emile.

"It is my great, great pleasure to present to you, a symbol of it's current greatness, Ladies and gentlemen! I give you Lucille, the Angel of Mortmartre."

Everyone applauded.

After giving the commissioner the vile, Emile returned to the crowd.

Suddenly...

"Oh my god! It's the monster," Raoul said pretending to be frightened.

"Where?"

"Over there!"

Raoul pointed at Francoeur who was on top of a building as he hissed at the crowd, frightening them.

'Just as planned.' [ Name ] signed as she too played along.

Francoeur then jump high, high enough to land onto the stage next to Lucille.

He grabbed and attempted to let out a roar but it came out as his soft singing voice, so he tried again.

"No! I'm scared!" Lucille said "fainting".

The policemen held their guns towards the both of them, actually frightening [ Name ] a bit.

"No! No! Don't shoot! You'll hit my angel!" The commissioner yelled towards them.

Emile looked towards the commissioner waving his arms grabbing his attention," Commissioner! The antidote!"

"Throw it!"

And he did. It then created the same purple gas from the day the boys explored the lab.

[ Name ] crossed her gloved fingers, hoping the plan was going to run smoothly.

The gas the cleared up, and Francoeur was nowhere to be seen.

[ Name ] then went with Raoul, going on the stage, as they started looking around on the ground.

"Hey! Look everybody!" He said, picking up a speck of nothing,"It's the monster! Shrunk back to his flea size!"

The crowd gasped.

"Oh yes! Kill it!"

"I shall!" Raoul threw the nothing, and started stamping it out," The monster is dead! Long live our hero! Long live Mayor Maynott!"

[ Name ] and the crowd clapped for Maynott. But, as they may not know, Francoeur wasn't dead, but hidden.

Paté began feeling a wave of suspicion as he began looking around of where the 'monster' was standing.

He spotted Francoeur's scarf,"C-c-commissioner?"

"Yes?" He then turned an saw the scarf as well. Shocked that it was all fake,"No. Paté. Open the trap door. I've been fooled!"

Paté opened the door as Maynott then aimed his gun at Francoeur, and Charles.

[ Name ] then saw this, and pushed him away, buying Francoeur time to escape.

Maynott continued firing shots but continued missing every one.

[ Name ] stood by Lucille as they saw where he jumped on to," Francoeur! Get out of here!"

[ Name ] made a shooing and jumping motion,"Meow!"

"Get out! Jump!"

Maynott continued to get closer and closer to his spot. Francoeur then jumped as his friends kept shouting for him to go.

But, he kept slipping.

Maynott then shot a bullet out of his gun, startling him making him jump onto a small wooden boardwalk, and getting stuck in ropes.

[ Name ] panicked as she watched in horror. Maynott his gun again but this thing freeing Francoeur.

He jumped away after being freed. Only not far as he hoped and ended back near Maynott.

[ Name ], and Charles then went to aid him as they ran towards him with Maynott aiming his gun at Francoeur.

The two helped the giant flea seek cover from the gun shots.

Soon enough they went inside the trolley as it took them down.

Removing her hat, and scarf, [ Name ] watched as they were getting farther away from the crazy man.

"See you down below!" They heard Lucille said as they were going down.

[ Name ] then checked for any injuries from both Charles, and Francoeur, giving a small meow in relief to find that they were clean of injuries.

But, the fight was not over yet.

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