Les Poissons (Angel's Louis version)

Inside the dining room, Scamp was standing near the window, looking out into the distance. While Charlie was seated at the large table, beginning to clean his pipe, Scamp was waiting patiently for Angel to arrive as he tried desperately to reason with the young mongrel.

"Oh, Scamp, be reasonable," said Charlie, 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 -"

Scamp cut him off. "I'm tellin' you, Charlie, 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 princess.

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

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

Out of the shadows came Angel.

Angel was now wearing a white sleeveless dress, a fake gold halo with gold stars decorating it, and fake angel wings made from hot glue, white feathers, wrought iron, and white paint.

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

Scamp's eyes widened as Charlie walked up behind the young man mongrel.

"Oh, Scamp, isn't she a vision?" asked Charlie.

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

"You look - wonderful." Scamp stammered.

Angel, 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 blue eyes looked up from behind her ears.

Scamp blushed a light pink as Charlie helped Scamp into his chair, quite enthusiastic, but not before giving the young princess a light nudge. Scamp 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. Scamp tucked the chair under the table as the young Pomeranian/Chihuahua hybrid sat down.

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

Angel 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 tail with it. She looked up to face a confused Scamp and a horrified Charlie. Angel delicately placed the 'dinglehopper' back on the table and looked down in embarrassment.

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

Charlie stopped in mid-sentence when the young Pomeranian/Chihuahua hybrid blew into the pipe as if it was a trumpet, sending a cloud of smoke spurting out the top and straight into his face. Scamp cracked up with laughter while Annabelle gave a small giggle. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed.

Scamp cleared his throat, trying to regain composure. "Ahem. I'm sorry, Charlie."

Annabelle smiled, placing a paw on the young mongrel's shoulder. "Why, Scamp," she said. "That's the first time I've seen you smile in weeks."

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

"Oooh, you're gonna love it!" Annabelle smiled. "Chef's been fixing his specialty, roast duck!"

Gene poked his head out from behind a sugar bowl and gasped upon seeing the chef of a French kitchen. He was an obese American alligator who was over 6 feet tall with a yellow-green muzzle, belly, palms, and soles, a brown olive backline between darker brown scales, black eyebrows, sharp white teeth, yellow and sometimes green eyes, and olive claws. He wears a white chef's hat and a matching apron. His name was Louis, the French chef of the kitchen. Louis 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 fat gator chef started singing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Louis: *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, Louis 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, Gene 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 Louis took a mallet and began smashing a tuna flat.

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

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

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

When Louis was describing those horrid moves, Gene cringed even more.

Just after Louis put the salt on he rather was holding the fish body close to his cheek, Gene's worst fear was confirmed when the cook reached out and grabbed the lettuce leaf, leaving him exposed. The duck genie kept perfectly still as the chef gasped, "*Zut alors*!" exclaimed Louis, "I have missed one!" He picked up the 'dead' duck genie and continued singing,

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

Louis tossed Gene 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 beak.

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

Gene spat out the breadcrumbs and wheezed loudly. Louis didn't notice that the duck genie in his hand was still alive.

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

Louis threw Gene across the room into a large pot of boiling water. Gene 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.

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

Gene landed on the handle of a pan on the stove. Louis reached for the duck genie, 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. Louis grabbed his foot and cried in pain, before sending Gene an angry glare, grabbing a bunch of knives and hurling them at the duck genie.

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

He saw Gene running for his life. Gene 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 Louis and hid underneath a cabinet of glasses and pottery. Louis screamed, holding his mallet in his hand, Gene hid as the psychotic chef jumped and crashed into the shelves.

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

Annabelle, who was pouring drinks for the prince, Charlie, 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 Louis 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 Gene. "Come out, you little pipsqueak, AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!" he snarled. He continued to tear apart a cupboard.

"Louis!" shouted Annabelle.

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 Merida's shrill voice. His apron was torn and stained, and his chef's hat was gone.

"What are you doing?" Annabelle demanded.

Louis stammered about what he was doing earlier. "Well - I - I was just - er, er, I'm sorry, *madame*." he finally said. Annabelle scowled at the fat gator as he gave her an apologetic grin and pinched out a fire that had started on the top of his head.

Annabelle 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.

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

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

Charlie leaned over to the young mongrel 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 Charlie complained, he opened his dish, and Gene was huddled inside. Angel noticed Gene and became worried. Gene quietly shushed the worried Pomeranian/Chihuahua hybrid, who opened her dish and urged for Gene to quickly hide in hers.

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

As the two chatted, Gene quickly and quietly dashed across the table and hid in Angel's dish. With Gene safe, Angel quickly turned to Scamp.

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

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

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

Dinner got carried on into the evening long after the sun had set and afterwards, Angel, Scamp, and Charlie went their separate ways.

Angel was now dressed in her nightclothes as she watched Scamp play with Spike from the balcony.

Angel was now wearing a sky-blue, frilly pajama blouse with elbow-length sleeves and three small, plastic buttons going down the front, matching, frilly capri pants, and a matching sleeping mask.

"Come here boy!" Scamp laughed to Spike, "Arrr!!!" He knelt on the ground and Spike ran up to him and called, "Here I come, Scamp!" Scamp growled playfully at the dragon as he pinned him down. He looked up and smiled when he saw that the young Pomeranian/Chihuahua hybrid he'd found on the beach that day, watching. Scamp waved at Angel, and she waved back, before slipping further back into her room. Scamp'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.

Angel smiled as she brushed her tail with her fork. Gene (who was now wearing a purple nightshirt, matching pants, and a blue nightcap) 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.

Angel patted Gene on the head.

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

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

Anyway, Gene told Angel, "Now, we've got to make a plan to get that young mongrel to kiss you."

She lowered her sleeping mask, 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 Gene.

Angel 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," Gene 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 Angel was already fast asleep. Gene shook his head and smiled. "Hm." He blew out the candle on the bed side table. He hopped onto one of Angel'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 Angel covered him up with her sky-blue blanket. "Completely hopeless!"

And with that, Angel and Gene both fell asleep for the night.