Les Poissons (Judy's Edgar version)

Inside the dining room table, Nick was standing near the window, looking out into the distance. While Scrooge was seated at the large table, beginning to clean his pipe, Nick was waiting patiently for Judy to arrive as he tried desperately to reason with the male fox.

"Oh, Nick, be reasonable," said Scrooge, feeling clearly amused while waving his pipe in the air. "Nice young ladies just don't - swim around rescuing people in the middle of the ocean and then - flutter off into oblivion, like some -"

Nick cut him off. "I'm tellin' you, Scrooge, she was REAL!" he said, "I'm gonna find that girl. And I'm gonna marry her." He put his left hand over his chin, gazing out the glass windows.

Suddenly, laughter was heard from behind him. He turned his head to see the lover with the cat.

"Come on, honey." said a voice, "Don't be shy."

It was Mrs. Beakley. She stood by the door frame, guiding the lover into the dining room.

Out of the shadows came Judy.

Judy was now wearing a frilly, sleeveless pink and white dress with a light pink bow on the front, pink ribbons, a sash (similar to Cinderella’s homemade dress), a white headband with a bow on the center, and a teal and jade beaded necklace around her neck.

This was a new look for Judy, and she showed that she was being treated well by the servants.

Nick's eyes widened as Scrooge walked up behind the male fox.

"Oh, Nick, isn't she a vision?" asked Scrooge.

The grin he had was never slipping off his face. Nick's mouth hung open. But he closed his mouth and swallowed, feeling somewhat nervous.

"You look - wonderful." Nick stammered.

Judy, unable to say, "Thank you," replied with a gentle blush, she shrugged her shoulders, appreciating the nice comment, a smile on her face as her violet eyes looked up from behind her long ears.

Nick blushed a light pink as Scrooge helped Nick into his chair, quite enthusiastic, but not before giving the young princess a light nudge. Nick pursed his lips, but grinned nonetheless.

"Come come come, you must be famished. Let me help you my dear. There we go - ah - quite comfy?"

He helped the princess into her seat. Scrooge tucked the chair under the table as the female gray rabbit sat down.

"Uh, it's...it's not often that we have such a lovely dinner guest, eh, Nick?"

Judy wasn't playing attention anymore. She was too intrigued by the glistening silver 'dinglehopper' resting on the table. With a wide smile, she picked up the shiny object and began brushing her ears with it. She looked up to face a confused Nick and a horrified Scrooge. Judy delicately placed the 'dinglehopper' back on the table and looked down in embarrassment.

She bit her lip and looked up as she saw Scrooge using a lighter to ignite the coppery thing that Judy understood as a 'snarfblatt'. Scrooge kindly smiled at her, and handed her his pipe. "Uh, do you like it?" he asked, "It *is* a rather fine..."

Scrooge stopped in mid-sentence when the female gray rabbit blew into the pipe as if it was a trumpet, sending a cloud of smoke spurting out the top and straight into his face. Nick cracked up with laughter while Mrs. Beakley gave a small giggle. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed.

Nick cleared his throat, trying to regain composure. "Ahem. I'm sorry, Scrooge."

Mrs. Beakley smiled, placing a hand on the male fox's shoulder. "Why, Nick," she said. "That's the first time I've seen you smile in weeks."

Judy looked up from the table and smiled. "Oh, very amusing," said Scrooge, as he used a handkerchief to wipe the last bit of smoke of his face and sniffed. "Mrs. Beakley, my dear, what's for dinner?"

"Oooh, you're gonna love it!" Mrs, Beakley smiled. "Chef's been fixing his specialty, stuffed rabbit!"

Rabbit poked his head out from behind a sugar bowl and gasped upon seeing the chef of a French kitchen. He was a slender, middle-aged, half-bald man with fair skin, gray hair, black eyebrows, and brief belly fat. He wears a white dress shirt, a black bow tie, a dark brown waistcoat, a black tuxedo jacket, gray pants, black shoes, a white chef's hat and a matching apron. His name was Edgar Balthazar, the French chef of the kitchen. Edgar rummaged through a cupboard. Singing in French to himself, he hummed to himself as he took a basket of trout and putting one on a counter. With his food ready, the French chef started singing.

Edgar: ***Les poissons***
***Les poissons***
*How I love **les poissons***
*Love to chop*
*And to serve little fish*

Grabbing the trout from the basket, Edgar pulled out a cleaver and violently chopped off its head. This shocked Rabbit horribly. Horrified that this was happening, Rabbit hid his face.

Edgar: *First I cut off their heads*
*Then I pull out the bones*
***Ah mais oui***
***Ca c'est toujours delish***

Taking out another trout, Edgar took the cleaver and violently chopped off its head then proceeded to skin it and gut it while Rabbit leaned against a wall and covered his mouth, feeling quite sick, feeling as if he may want to throw up.

Edgar: ***Les poissons***
***Les poissons***
***Hee hee hee***
***Hah hah hah***
*With the cleaver I hack them in two*

Taking out another trout, Edgar again chopped its head and then chopped the rest of the body into tiny pieces. Rabbit tried getting away, but he found himself face to face with the trout's head.

Edgar: *I pull out what's inside*
*And I serve it up fried*
'*Cause I love little fishes*
*Don't you?*

After cutting the trout's head off, Edgar pulled out the insides of the trout and cooked it on a frying pan before serving it on a plate.

Spotting a large lettuce leaf, Rabbit grabbed the leaf and used it to disguise himself as he slowly scuttled away from an unsuspecting chef, who is too absorbed into his little *fish hacking mania* but Edgar took a mallet and began smashing a tuna flat.

Edgar: *Here's something for tempting the palate*
*Prepared in the classic technique*
*First you pound the fish flat with a mallet*

When Edgar pounded the tuna flat with the mallet, Rabbit flew off the counter along with other stuff on it. He hid again under the lettuce before hearing more gross stuff from Edgar's preparations for the tuna.

Edgar: *Then you slash through the skin*
*Give the belly a slice*
*Then you rub some salt in*
'*Cause that makes it taste nice*

When Edgar was describing those horrid moves, Rabbit cringed even more.

Just after Edgar put the salt on he rather was holding the fish body close to his cheek, Rabbit worst fear was confirmed when the cook reached out and grabbed the lettuce leaf, leaving him exposed. The small male yellow rabbit kept perfectly still as the chef gasped,

"*Zut alors*!" exclaimed Edgar, "I have missed one!" He picked up the 'dead' male yellow rabbit and continued singing,

Edgar: ***Sacre bleu***
*What is this?*
*How on earth could I miss*
*Such a sweet little succulent rabbit?*
***Quel dommage***
*What a loss*
*Here we go*
*In the sauce*
*Now some flour*
*I think just a spurt*

Edgar tossed Rabbit into a bowl of sauce and threw a spot of flour in his face, making him cough and sneeze before pulling him out and stuffing some breadcrumbs in his mouth.

Edgar: *Now I stuff you with bread*
*It don't hurt 'cause you're dead*
*And you're certainly lucky you are*

Edgar spat out the breadcrumbs and wheezed loudly. Edgar didn't notice that the male yellow rabbit in his hand was still alive.

Edgar: '*Cause it's gonna be hot*
*In my big silver pot*
*Toodle loo*
***Mon poisson***
***Au revoir!***

Edgar threw Rabbit across the room into a large pot of boiling water. Rabbit held on to the inside of the pot before a bubble popped, burning him out of the pot and onto the counter with a loud thud.

Edgar, hearing the 'thud', looked over to it being confused. He used a pitchfork-like utensil and stabs on either side of the male yellow rabbit, picking up Rabbit and carefully inspected it. "What is this?" he asked. Rabbit bit Edgar's nose, making him scream in pain as he held his nose.

Rabbit landed on the handle of a pan on the stove. Edgar reached for the male yellow rabbit, but instead put his hand on the fiery hot stove. The chef screamed and blew on his hand as the pan fell onto his foot. Edgar grabbed his foot and cried in pain, before sending Rabbit an angry glare, grabbing a bunch of knives and hurling them at the male yellow rabbit.

Rabbit, who ducked each knife, dove under the counter, and while the chef was looking under the counter, Rabbit pushed the bowl of sauce off the counter. The bowl shattered on his head. Going more insane, Edgar lifted his cleaver and brought it down. But all he managed to chop up was the counter.

He saw Rabbit running for his life. Rabbit screamed as he tried getting out. The cleaver landed right in front of him, stopping him from running that way. He quickly made a mad dash underneath Edgar and hid underneath a cabinet of glasses and pottery. Edgar screamed, holding his mallet in his hand, Rabbit hid as the psychotic chef jumped and crashed into the shelves.

Back in the dining room, everyone heard loud crashes coming from the kitchen.

Mrs. Beakley, who was pouring drinks for the prince, Scrooge, and their young guest, looked in the direction of the kitchen at the sound of a large crash. "I think I'd better go see what Edgar is up to." she said. Once she had excused herself, she hurriedly made her way to the palace kitchen.

Back in the kitchen, the insane chef, ripped clothes and all, was tearing apart the cabinet, mindlessly throwing things out of the way trying to find Rabbit. "Come out, you little pipsqueak, AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!" he snarled. He continued to tear apart a cupboard.

"Edgar!" shouted Mrs. Beakley.

He shot up, banging his head on the shelf, causing several new pots and pans to fall or break on the floor, at the sound of Mrs. Beakley's shrill voice. His clothes and apron were torn and stained, his chef's hat was gone, he only had one shoe, and there was a hole in the elbow of his untucked shirt.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Beakley demanded.

Edgar stammered about what he was doing earlier. "Well - I - I was just - er, er, I'm sorry, *madame*." he finally said. Mrs. Beakley scowled at the middle-aged man as he gave her an apologetic grin and pinched out a fire that had started on his sideburn.

Mrs. Beakley picked up the plates - which all had a metal dome over the top - off a nearby bench, and storming out the kitchen. "Well, I never!" she exclaimed in disgust.

Scrooge set his glass back on the table as Mrs. Beakley placed their dinners in front of him, Nick, and Judy. "You know, Nick," he said. "perhaps our young guest might enjoy seeing some of the sights of the kingdom. Something in the way of a tour?"

Nick simply sat there, staring at Judy with a lovestruck expression on his face. Realizing that Scrooge had said something to them, they snapped out of their daze. Nick let out a small chuckle and looked at Scrooge. "I'm sorry, Scrooge." he said, "What was that?"

Scrooge leaned over to the male fox and whispered, "You can't spend all your time moping about, you need to get out. Do something, have a life. Get your mind off-"

As Scrooge complained, he opened his dish, and Rabbit was huddled inside. Judy noticed Rabbit and became worried. Rabbit quietly shushed the worried female gray rabbit, who opened her dish and urged for Rabbit to quickly hide in hers.

"Easy, Scrooge, easy." said Nick, "It's not a bad idea. If she's interested."

As the two chatted, Rabbit quickly and quietly dashed across the table and hid in Judy's dish. With Rabbit safe, Judy quickly turned to Nick.

"Well, what do you say?" asked Nick. "Would you like to join me on a tour of my kingdom tomorrow?"

Judy nodded, genuinely excited by the prospect and also internally relieved.

"Wonderful!" beamed Scrooge. "Now let's eat, before this rabbit wanders off my plate." He looked down, only to be confused that Rabbit had just run off his plate.

Dinner got carried on into the evening long after the sun had set and afterwards, Judy, Nick, and Scrooge went their separate ways.

Judy was now dressed in her nightclothes as she watched Nick play with Toothless from the balcony.

Judy was now wearing a pale blue tank top and blue capri pants as her pajamas.

"Come here boy!" Nick laughed to Toothless, "Arrr!!!" He knelt on the ground and Toothless ran up to him and growled. Nick growled playfully at the black dragon as he pinned him down. He looked up and smiled when he saw that the female gray rabbit he'd found on the beach that day, watching. Nick waved at Judy, and she waved back, before slipping further back into her room. Nick's eyes sparkled as his smile widened. He was actually really looking forward to taking her around his kingdom tomorrow, and could only hope that she felt the same way.

Judy smiled as she brushed her ears with her fork. Rabbit complained about his experience in the kitchen as he cleaned off the cooking spices. "This has got to be, without a doubt, the single most humiliating day of my life." he complained.

Judy patted Rabbit on the head.

"I hope you appreciate what I go through for you, young lady!" scolded the male yellow rabbit, as he waved his lettuce leaf at Judy while she walked over to her bed.

Judy's bed was a large canopy bed with light blue mattresses & matching bedsheets & pillows, large yellow curtains (with golden draw-tassels) on all four sides (attached to the black canopy), blue blankets, white linens, a warm, fuzzy blue blanket, & gray mahogany bedposts (with a headboard of the same color & material).

Anyway, Rabbit told Judy, "Now, we've got to make a plan to get that fox to kiss you."

She opened the curtains and bounced a little before settling back into the large pillow on the left side of the canopy bed and crawled under the covers.

"Tomorrow, when he takes you for that ride, you gotta look your best." said Rabbit.

Judy lay in her bed. It was very comfy and warm. It was a nice place for her to sleep for the night.

"You're gonna bat your eyes - like this," Rabbit went on, as he batted his eyes and puckered his lips. "You gotta pucker up your lips - like this."

But by now, he realized that Judy was already fast asleep. Rabbit shook his head and smiled. "Hm." He blew out the candle on the bed side table. He hopped onto one of Judy's pillows, closed the curtains, and before falling asleep himself, he said, "You are hopeless, child. You know that?" He yawned and closed his eyes as Judy covered him up with her blue blanket. "Completely hopeless!"

And with that, Judy and Rabbit both fell asleep for the night.