Adrien tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that late morning. He wasn't required to show up at the fundraiser the school was hosting, but it was a good excuse to get out of the house.

"Dude, you okay? You look like a zombie," Nino observed.

"Huh?" The blonde lifted his head to look at his best bro, just beginning to process his words. "Did your dad keep you busy a lot yesterday or something?"

"Um, yeah."

Actually, that was nowhere near the case. He'd spent almost the entire previous night vaulting around the city as Chat Noir. Well, half of the time anyway. The other half was spent overthinking a topic he was struggling to coming to terms with on a random rooftop. Ever since last afternoon that he had spent with Marinette in her kitchen, his suspicions of his crazy theory only grew.

It would make sense if she was Ladybug. Perfect sense. It would explain how word spread between them almost immediately. It would explain their so called friendship and extreme "fondness" of each other. It would explain that she was the only other pupil in her class that hasn't been akumatized yet, other than him. It would explain the Evillustrator situation, where Ladybug had private matters to attend to while she needed Chat Noir to help out Marinette. It explained everything.

Oh, how he was dying to ask her about it. But he couldn't. He shouldn't. If he was right, it would disrespect their agreement and go against his lady's wishes, which he respected no matter what. And if in the odd chance he was wrong, he'd feel very stupid.

Why he was still in denial over the whole thing? It was probably the only thing keeping him from losing his cool, even though in the back of his mind, he knew he was right.

"A-Adrien?"

He just had to go about things like they for normal for now. Nothing has changed. Drama was the last thing he wanted.

"Adrikans!!"

He jumped as a pair of tight arms squeezed the life out of him with long French manicured claws digging into his flesh. When Adrien came to it, he was almost out of air with a chipper Chloe clinging to him like a leech.

Marinette, who was about to ask him something, crossed her arms and huffed, blowing her bangs out of her face.

"I'm so glad you could come, Adrikans! You and I, supporting a good cause? Ha, I'm just like Ladybug," she boasted.  Chloe suddenly leaned in close to her hostage and laid a finger on his nose,"And you are my Chat Noir..." Adrien grimaced and jerked back at her touch.

Marinette clenched her fists at her sides, ready to start a cat fight. "Hey," she spoke, sounding more aggressive than she intended.

To the poor boy's relief, Chloe parted from him to give the dark haired girl a nasty glare. "What's your problem, Maritrash? Can you take yourself out or do I need to get someone else to?" The overly used, unpleasant nickname made Adrien tense. Just when he opened his mouth, Marinette answered. "Don't you ever look in the mirror and get tired with what you see? Don't you ever get tired of being like this?"

"Whatever," the blonde retorted, resting a bony elbow on Adrien's shoulder. "Jealousy isn't a good look on you. You're just upset because I'm actually pretty. Mirrors don't lie, you know."

"Lucky for you, they can't laugh either," she muttered.

Adrien almost choked on his own saliva. He held back an obnoxious Chat Noir laugh with all his might by slapping a hand over his mouth. Even though his classmate's comeback was hysterical, it was still rude to have such a reaction. And it'd especially be out of character for him.

Chloe clenched her teeth as she began to boil. She was so taken aback by the little quip that she at a loss for words until she heard the smallest snicker escape from the model next to her. She spun around to see Adrien's face contorted every which way in a desperate attempt to keep calm. The red on her face intensified and she suddenly grabbed him by his white jacket. "Adrien!" She cried. "Did you hear what she just said to me?! Do something!"

Adrien rested a hand on his chest and took a deep, shaky breath to collect himself. "M-Marinette, that-" he lost control and roared with laughter. "-that wasn't nice," he finished with a fit of small giggles.

Marinette stood there in complete surprise. His words were hardly reprimanding, but his eyes didn't lie. Instead, they seemed to say, thanks, Marinette, I needed a good laugh, she deserved that btw you're funny and amazing and I love you- okay, maybe she was reading into it a bit deep, but his adorable giggles had a huge smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

The entire scenario had Chloe stomping out of the room while throwing a fit to herself, resulting in the usual phone call to her daddy. That left the two in a rather good mood before the rest of their classmates arrived to help with the event. It went smoothly and earned them plenty of money for the animal shelter, but there were still dozens of cookies leftover in the end.

It was nearly lunch time when everyone started packing things up and folding tables. Adrien approached his ride that awaited him, but when he opened the door to the backseat, the sound of footsteps running up to him and someone out of breath made him stop.

"Adrien, wait!"

The blonde turned to find Marinette, who stopped in front of him and bent over to catch her breath for a moment. She noticed him staring and quickly composed herself, holding out a box of assorted treats. "I saved you some!" She blurted. "I mean, there was plenty left over from the sale and I still can't thank you enough for your help making them yesterday!" Adrien smiled as he accepting the box, fingers lightly brushing against hers. He opened it and discovered two croissants, three chocolate chip cookies, a few pink macarons, and a cinnamon roll.

"Wow, thanks, Marinette!" He exclaimed as his smile widened, obviously overjoyed. "Mercí beacoup! You're the best!" Without a thought, he gave the baker's daughter a peck on the cheek. She gasped at the small action. Yes, they were French, they greeted each other by kissing the cheeks all the time, but this was much more...different. The brightest shade of crimson blushed her face as she gently held that spot.

"See you Monday!" Adrien stepped into his car before it sped off, leaving a dazed Marinette. She sighed dreamily, refusing to let her hands leave her cheek.

"Marinette!" Alya called, running down the stairs in front of the school. Her friend didn't answer the first time. "Marinette!" She repeated. The lovesick girl snapped out of it. "Huh?" "Girl, we have so many cookies left! Mrs. Bustier asked Alix and I to sell them door to door. Wanna join?" Marinette leaned to the side to see Alix dragging a red wagon behind Alya that was filled with cookies.

...........................

It was almost one in the afternoon, and rather cloudy for the usual, sunny city of love. It was their third neighborhood in the suburbs and they only sold two boxes. Alix's wagon creaked every now and then as they walked down the sidewalk. Marinette clutched the clipboard of the sales records to her chest and couldn't wipe the stupid grin off of her face. Alya noticed and raised an eyebrow. "You've been very happy ever since I found you. What happened after the bake sale?" Marinette hid part of her face behind the clipboard, only letting her squinting eyes peep out.

"Adrien kissed me."

"WHAT?!" The others screamed.

"On the cheek," she added meekly, pointing to the spot she's been holding. The trio of girls had just arrive at a tall house for their next stop. "We are SO talking about this later!!" Alya demanded, snatching the clipboard from Marinette. The blogger flipped to an empty page before pressing up the rim of her glasses and rang the doorbell. "Wow," Alix remarked. "This house gives me the creeps."

It was the largest home on the block and didn't match the rest. While the others were warm and welcoming, this one was dark and lacked color. All the windows were shut and the interior was concealed with black curtains. "Yeah...you and me both," Alya agreed, then rang the doorbell again when there was no answer. "Alya, we should probably just move on to the next-" The brunette eventually got annoyed and began yelling. "Helloooooo, cookies for sale!"

"Go away, I'm not home!" A voice behind the door answered. Alya placed a hand on her hip and rolled her eyes. "Uh, yes you are! I heard you!" She argued. Alix walked up to the little peep hole, then pulled the sides of her mouth open and made a funny face at it.

"No! You didn't...this is a recording," the strange voice replied in a monotone.

"No, it isn't!"

"Yes, it is. Watch this. Leave a message....beeeeeeeeep."

Alix rolled her eyes and kicked the rickety wooden door. A cry of pain was heard before the group turned to walk away. "Goodbye, recorded message," Marinette sarcastically replied, then hurried to catch up with her friends. "What are we, girl scouts?" Alix grumbled. "Basically," Marinette sighed. "So what's next?"

Two neighborhoods later and the girls still had only sold half of their remaining desserts. Luckily for them, they had just entered a block with fancier houses that turned into mansions down the street. Richer people = more money.

Unfortunately, most ended up being snobs or weren't even home. At the end of the drive was the most expensive mansion on the block, though it looked more like an eighties space age fortress. The large home was completely white and was surrounded with high walls that matched it. Cameras were sticking out from every angle, it was almost ridiculous. On the solid, locked gates to the home, there was a giant orange V engraved in.

Alya leaned into a speaker next to the gate, one that was similar to the one at Adrien's mansion. A camera from above suddenly tilted down at them and over a dozen missiles, guns, and other military weapons popped out of the wall aiming at them.

As they all jumped back, Marinette instinctively stepped in front of them. "Whoa!" Alix exclaimed, eyes wide with fear. "Is that even legal?!" Marinette quickly put on a Ladybug brave face and smiled at the camera, waving awkwardly. "Uh, hi!" She greeted.

"Beat it!" A voice from the speaker snapped. Alya huffed and shoved Marinette aside, stepping closer to the speaker with the missiles following her every move. After all, the blogger was quite used to danger. "C'mon, we're selling cookies! You know, we have to make money for the animal shelter-"

"Ooh! Wait, wait, do you have coconutties??"

Alya blinked and looked to her bff for an answer. Marinette suddenly cleared her throat, beginning to grow nervous with all the probably-highly-illegal weapons pointed down upon them. "Uh, yes," the designer replied. "If by that, you mean coconut cookies, then yes." The missiles were immediately put away out of sight and the gate swung wide open. "Um, you guys aren't actually going in there, are you?" Alix asked. She got her answer when they walked in without her. Alix groaned and started dragging the squeaky wagon in with her.

The interior design of the fortress was actually quite interesting. They got a glimpse of the living room that had a huge curved sofa over twenty feet long with orange cushions. It had a curved flat screen hanging up from the ceiling that was just as big. But that wasn't even the crazy part. Alix gasped loudly at the transparent floor, where a giant tank of water lied beneath. In the tank swam a giant great white shark.

"Sweet!" She awed. At the open kitchen, a middle aged man with an outdated haircut awaited them. He had a jumpsuit that was an ugly bright orange with a pair of geeky looking, black glasses. After he started picking through all the baked goods, he unloaded them and agreed to buy them all.

"I'd like to see someone else buy that many cookies, not likely," he boasted. "Name one person who bought more cookies than me."

Alya pursed her lips, giving him a blank stare. "That'll be fifty two francs."

...........................

Marinette laughed at Alya's joke as the bell dinged when they opened the door, making it known that they had entered the bakery. "I mean, what a nerd! And he was a snooty richie guy just like everyone else! And what kind of name is Vector?" Alya continued. Marinette giggled. "Well, all that matters is that we sold everything," she said. Alya nodded.

"Yeah, you're right. But all those upper class jerks were such snobs!" She complained. Marinette shrugged. "Not all of them are. Adrien is super wealthy and he is the sweetest boy," she gushed.

"Mmm, speaking of which, you still need to fill me in on all the deets of that kiss."

"What kiss?"

The girls whipped their heads over to see Sabine listening at the register. "Uh-h, um, kiss? What kiss?" Her daughter stammered. Alya came to her rescue. "Yeah, what kiss? I'm pretty sure I said miss. Because we're about to miss the premiere of the new show that's about to air," Alya quickly lied. The designer nervously nodded with a flustered smile. "Yeah, we're about to watch TV in the living room!" Marinette added, playing along with her friend.

The two rush into the back of the shop and into the family room, where the news came on television. The usual reporter appeared to be in a panic while the camera was aimed at empty part of the sky.

"This is Nadja Chamack. Don't be amused, it's just the news! Outrage in Paris, today, as it was discovered the Eiffel tower has been stolen and replaced with a giant inflatable replica!"

"How bad is it that none of that sounded ridiculous?" Alya asked.

Marinette opened her purse and snuck a peek a Tikki, who was already waiting for her to say the magic words.

"Is there an akuma? Or perhaps a new villain? Whatever it is, Ladybug and Chat Noir are expected to show soon. It is advised to stay indoors until the matter is dealt with."

"I gotta pee!!"

Marinette locked herself in the bathroom and opened her purse again, letting her kwami fly out. "Tikki, spots on!" When she finished her flashy transformation, Ladybug hopped out the open window.

In no time, the spotted heroine was at the scene of the crime. It felt very off to see a big empty space where her main source of inspiration once stood. On the ground lied a massive, dark deflated object which she assumed was the inflatable.

Chat Noir pounced down next to her. "Well, this is catastrophic." Ladybug placed her hands on her hips. "You think? My favorite landmark has just been stolen! Whoever did this is going to pay," she snapped. Chat laid a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, m'lady. We'll capture the akuma. We always do," he assured, flashing her a charming grin to brighten her mood. Her eyes softened when they met her partner's. She knew he was right.

"Hi!"

The two looked down where a little, redheaded girl no older than five stood. They smiled and waved back. Ladybug subconsciously rested an arm on Chat's shoulder, making him perk up. "My, my, you just can't keep the children away," she chuckled. Before he could reply, the five year old spoke up again.

"Why are you wearing pajamas?" She asked. Chat laughed at her cuteness. "Psh, these aren't pajamas! It's my warm up suit," he corrected, adding a wink.

"What are you warming up for?"

The black cat shrugged and smiled playfully. "Stuff," he simply replied, folding his hands behind his back. The girl crossed her arms. "What kind of stuff?" She inquired, this time with more sass. "Super cool stuff," he answered while busily inspecting his claws.

"Like sleeping?"

"They are not pajamas!"

Ladybug rolled her eyes. "C'mon, chaton. We got business to do." She led the redhead back to her mother, when there was suddenly panic arising from bystanders near them. She and Chat brought themselves to a fighting stance on instinct to face their new foe.

"I am Gru, the most evil villain in the world!" A tall man announced. He was wearing all black except a for a gray striped scarf around his neck, and he wore a belt with all different kinds of gadgets and guns. His accent was that of an extremely, thick Russian dialect. "So, I heard someone stole the Eiffel tower and that some are calling it the crime of the century! Well, not for long!"

"Wait, if he didn't steal the Eiffel tower, then who did?" Chat inquired, suddenly puzzled. Ladybug got a queasy feeling in her gut. She didn't like the looks of this.

"Freeze ray!"

The two superheroes quickly backflipped, barely missing the icy blasts shooting at them. They kept diving, ducking, and dodging the shots until Gru got annoyed. He shoved his freeze ray into his belt and retrieved a difference device and began shooting everyone who have still not fled the scene.

Ladybug became clueless as she watched his new victims transform into little, yellow minions. She almost wanted to laugh, they looked completely harmless. Twenty of the strange creatures gathered around the akumatized villain to receive orders.

"One of the largest landmarks in Europe may have been stolen, but once my evil plan comes through, I will be unstoppable!" Gru cried. His new minions cheered. "We are going to steal the moon!!" He dramatically raised his arms and pointed to the full moon in the high sky.

"Pfft! You can't steal the moon," Chat cracked up. "That's impawsible!"

"Oh, but I can! And I will," Gru confirmed. "When my rocket is complete, I will launch it up into space and shrink the moon until it's fun size."

"Wanna know what's weirder?" Chat asked his lady. "That wasn't even the strangest thing I've heard today."

Ladybug frowned as she was still focused on the villain's belt. Any one of those gadgets could be the current residence of the Akuma. Gru pointed to her and her partner. "After the ladybug and kitty cat! And take their jewelry!" He ordered to a group of minions on his right. "And you, we have a rocket to build!" He directed the group on his left.

Half of the minions materialized before the superheroes and spoke a bunch of gibberish.

"Banana!!!" A short, stubby one yelled.

They all charged. Ladybug gasped as they both jumped out of a few of their path's but there were still over a dozen. "This reminds me of the Sabotis!" She shouted over the noise as she gave a minion a hard punch in the face that sent him flying. Chat swiftly kicked one into a telephone pole. "Hopefully it won't be as much of a pain," he agreed, then spun his staff incredibly fast like a shield, deflecting a bunch of them like mud splattering off a spinning tire.

"Alright, Chat, I need your undivided attention!" She hollered.

"M'lady, you couldn't handle my undivided attention."

Ladybug rolled her eyes at his response before knocking out the last of their opposers. "Is that so?" She scoffed. She was about to spew a witty comeback but a rush of something big and white across the sky above them cut her off. "What was that??" She exclaimed. The tomcat scratched his head. "I don't know, it went by pretty fast," he admitted. "A UFO, purrhaps?"

"Let's go!" The pair took off in the direction of the flying object using their weapons for transportation.

Meanwhile, Gru stood by in an open courtyard not too far off as he monitored his minions working on the laborious construction of the rocket. They had multiplied into over a hundred and dozens of overlapping conversations of gibberish echoed off the walls of nearby buildings. Gru chuckled wickedly while drumming his fingertips together, but his smile faded when a oddly-shaped, white aircraft sailed toward them. "You've got to be kidding me!" His eyes widened as he searched the scattered items and junk piles cluttering the area.

"Oh no! Banana bálafa!" A minion screamed, pointing in the opposite direction of the aircraft, where Ladybug and Chat Noir were closing in on them across the rooftops. Gru swallowed hard. "This is not good..." Minions everywhere started to panic and run around into each other senselessly. A butterfly outline formed around his eyes.

"Gru, if you want to be the world's best villain, take their miraculouses and the moon is yours!" Hawkmoth promised.

The aircraft slowed to halt as it hovered in place. A guy in an orange jumpsuit climbed out of the driver's seat and onto the top. "Gru, where's my shrink ray??!" Vector yelled.

"After him!" Ladybug instructed as she jabbed her forefinger at their enemy.

The Russian villain grabbed a heavy, massive weapon much bigger than the rest and aimed it at the flying ship. "Right here!" He laughed then shot a bright blue beam at it. His competitor panicked as his ride suddenly shrank into the size of a toy. He then fell into a garage dumpster that cushioned his fall.

Chat charged toward Gru and stuck out his hand, shouting,"Catacl-" he was caught off guard when the blue beam struck him in the chest. "No!" Ladybug cried, reaching forward even though she knew it was too late. She watched as the blonde shrank smaller and smaller until he was only five inches tall. In the midst of her shock, Gru snatched him and laughed at the sight, clearly proud of his work.

"Eh, about the size of an action figure," he noted. "Here, have a toy." He discarded tiny Chat, which one of his minions caught. "Ba-foy?" The minion asked.

"No no no, ba-boy!" Another corrected. They all laughed and began to toss the terrified cat around, treating him like their own itty bitty toy.

"No! Stop it! Let him go!" Ladybug angrily demanded. She flung out her yoyo and spun it into a shield, in hopes of looking more threatening. "Give him back this instant!"

"Hand over your earrings, then we'll talk."

Her free hand balled up into a tight fist. "How about you hand over your shrink ray? Or you'll be sorry!" She seethed. He took away her chaton, one of the things she cared about most. And for that, she was going to make sure he regretted it.

"You know, I don't think you are in a position to make negotiations, so how about I make the demands here?"

"Lucky charm!"

A spotted box dropped into her arms before she opened it. A dozen fresh cookies? Strange, I never got food before, she thought. What the heck was she supposed to do now?

Chat attempted to fight his way out of his captor's grip, but he was too weak. Sure, his miraculous made him stronger, but that didn't change the fact that he was too small. He tried to yell out a plan to his lady, but she couldn't hear him. The yellow hand around him was squeezing a bit too tight and he wasn't feeling the greatest.

Gru aimed his shrink ray at the super heroine, but before he could pull the trigger, a slimy squid slapped into the side of his face and knocked him to the concrete.

"Squid launcher!! Oh, yeah!!"

Ladybug's jaw dropped at Vector's weapon which was quite an eye sore. She set the lucky charm down next to her momentarily. He stood in place to reload another slimy squid and pointed it and her. "Don't think you're off the hook, bluenette!" He snapped.

She raised an eyebrow and sassily put a hand on her hip, yoyo still spinning dangerously fast. It wrapped around his odd weapon and flung it to the ground. The squid launcher cracked in half, allowing at least half a dozen squid to spill out on the pavement.

But there was no akuma.

"Nooooo!! You monster!!!"

Despite that, Vector was harmless now and no longer armed. Ladybug shifted and finally slammed her yoyo down on the shrink ray with such force that it shattered and exposed that stupid akuma. "No more evil doing for you, little akuma!"

When the butterfly was purified into a beautiful white one, she almost threw the charm into the air, but remembered that she never used it. But then how was she supposed to get her kitty back to normal? The charm has never given her anything useless before.

All the obnoxious minions had not been turned back into their normal selves, because she hadn't used her miraculous magic yet. With no leader, they just had useless small talk with each other and acted like morons.

Ladybug tilted her head down and gaped when she realized that she had almost stepped on Chat Noir. She immediately got on her knees and gently scooped him up. "Mon chaton!" She gasped. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you? I'm so sorry!" She leaned in extra close so she could hear him speak.

"I'm fine, bugaboo. But that experience was pawful," he complained. "How come you didn't fix everything yet?"

She sighed and glance at the box beside her. "I never even got a chance to use it and I'm not sure what to do...I must've missed something." She fixed her gaze back on her partner, who sat with his legs criss-crossed in her cupped palms. His eyes were locked on her big, blue ones, which by the way, were now enormous. To him, anyway. It allowed him to admire such small details that he never noticed in her facial features before.

Chat sighed happily and rested his face on his palms. Maybe he could stay like this a little longer, that way he could stare at her stunning eyes all day. He was pulled from his fantasies when he heard a giggle. "What?" He questioned. Ladybug giggled again and then she couldn't stop.

"You're so small...you're like a wittle kitten!" She teased.

"I know, right? I'm travel size now!"

She squeezed her eyes shut and laughed. She abruptly stopped and looked around. "Where's Vector?" She suddenly said, a hint of alarm detected in her voice. She would've face palmed herself if she weren't holding her Chat. Ladybug mentally scolded herself for getting distracted. "Did you see him leave??"

"No..." I was kind of busy staring at those pair of sapphires you call eyes...

"Never mind," she spoke as a lightbulb went on in her head. "I know exactly what to do, Chat. But I need you to trust me."

"Always, m'lady. But...I don't think he is akumatized," he hesitated, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Then this isn't a job for Ladybug."

...........................

Chat Noir didn't like her idea. In fact, he hated it. Mainly, the part with her being on her own. But it was his lady's, so he respected it. Because of his...situation (and unlike him, her suit didn't have pockets, unfortunately), she dropped him off at the nearest convenient location- her bedroom. She basically abandoned her new kitten on a pillow after convincing him that it was fine with Marinette.

And now, here she was as her civilian self while standing before her enemy's fortress. She took a deep breath and studied the tall, white structure. Tikki poked her head out of her holder's purse. "Are you sure about this, Marinette?"

The dark haired girl slowly nodded. "I already decided, Tikki. This is the only way. I'm going undercover." She pressed the doorbell by the speaker next to the gate. Although, this time, there were no missile launchers or explosives or anything like that.

"Ayyyyy, my favorite girl scout! Whatcha got for me this time?" The speaker blared. Marinette beamed and held up a red and black spotted box. "I have a special delivery for our best customer! There are chocolate chips, snickerdoodles, peanut butter, coconutties-"

"Say no more!" The gates swung wide open. Yes! So far, so good...Chat would kill me if he found out I was doing this outside of my transformation... Once Marinette entered the mansion, she knew there was no turning back. He was waiting for her by his open front door while slurping on a slushy. "Ah, welcome back to the fortress of Vectortude!" He chuckled, escorting her in. "Wow, those smell really good!"

Probably because they are magical.

He lead her to the kitchen where she placed the box down on the counter. "I'll be right back," Vector notified before leaving the room to grab his wallet. Marinette ripped open her purse. "Tikki, I need you to transform me! I'm in now!"

"But, Marinette, you never gave me anything to eat," she replied. Her holder gasped. "What?! But I thought I-"

"I'm back! How much is it?"

Marinette quickly shook her head and nervously scratched the back of it. "Oh, no! It's free! Compliments of the...er, Girl Scout...agency?"

"Sweet!"

Great, now I can't even transform...this changes things.

"Um, do you have a restroom?" She asked, giving him her best smile and puppy eyes. "Yeah, sure, down the hall and to the left-"

"Thanks!" The young girl bolted in the given direction and locked herself in the bathroom. Her kwami flew out of her purse. "What are you going to do, now?" Tikki was greatly concerned with the situation they got themselves stuck in. "He's not akumatized, is this really necessary?"

"Yes, it is. It's worth it, Tikki. This guy is an actual villain all on his own and he needs to be dealt with! I detransformed early before my time ran out, can you please transform me this once?" She begged. The kwami sighed and hesitated. "Well...I'm getting pretty hungry...but I guess I can. But only for about sixty seconds. That doesn't give you long at all. You need to know exactly what you're going to do," Tikki warned.

"Thank you, Tikki! And yes, I do know what to do! Tikki, spots on!"

Vector was munching on his second snickerdoodle when a certain superhero landed on the countertop in front of him out of nowhere, making the cookie fly out of his hand. "Where did you come from?!" He exclaimed, frantically backing up. She smiled at him sweetly and stood up, towering over him. "I have my ways."

Vector suddenly fixed his glasses and narrowed his eyes. "Wait a minute...it's you!" He gasped. Ladybug broke into a cold sweat. "W-what do you mean?"

"You're going down, girl scout! Say hello to my piranha gun!" He snatched a white gun from behind the counter, only it was smaller than his last weapon. She gasped as she quickly dodged biting piranhas sailing at her. WHAT THE- this guy is a lunatic!!! Okay, gotta make this fast! Ladybug swiftly kicked the ridiculous gun out of his hands and backflipped before opening her yoyo into a communicator. She dialed a number and put it up to her mouth.

"Hello, yes, this is Ladybug. I'm requesting the police here at my current location. There is a serious threat....yes, and please bring back up," she requested nonchalantly, then hung up. Vector tried to run, but she caught him with her yoyo and tied him up in a grappling hook she found lying around.

He tried to squirm out of it, but only succeeded in knocking himself off the couch. "You'll pay for this, girl scout!" He snarled. "I know who you are!" As she strolled out of the living room, he watched as her magical transformation ran out, leaving an exhausted kwami passed out on her hand. "I'm not worried, you're going to prison anyway," she chuckled.

She entered the kitchen one last time to grab her lucky charm. "You'll be sorry, bluenette! You will be sorry!" Vector shouted from the other room. The designer sighed and stuck her head into the living room with a smirk to get one last look at him.

"Oh, and for your information, I'm not bluenette. I'm Marinette," she corrected, then popped a sugar cookie into her mouth before turning on her heel.

Like a boss.

I need to stop making these so long....

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