Chapter Text
The sun rises in the north of Paris as Pepé gets out of his comfortable bed, a snow white bed with bordeaux covers and pillows. He streches his arms and notices his usual uncombed morning hair as the room smells like two things: The scent of his parfume and lavender. He reaches for the rotary dial on his nightstamp made out of dark wood and begins to dial the number of an agent to take him to the north of France because he needs to go to Maidstone, a town in the UK.
Pepé hangs up the phone and tumbles out of bed as he was told the train is going to leave at 7:30 in the morning. Before leaving his house, he tidies the place a bit and puts on his recognizable parfume reeking of a skunks smell. He enters the black car that has been waiting for him and gives a polite order to the chauffeur: "Take me to Gare du Nord, please."
The train to Calais is empty for the most part as expected because of the time and as Pepé arrives in the port city, he keeps a low profile wearing a hat to not get noticed by fans and enters a café that's on the fancier end with the floor is made out of marble, the armchairs out of fine leather and the window is open letting a cool breeze pass through the café. He orders a croissant which he breaks piece by piece and eats it with jam alongside his black coffee. As he makes his way out of the train station, he notices and approaches the silver ship waiting for passangers and walks over the wooden gangway.
On board, he is greeted by the producer and manager of the production crew, Bugs Bunny, a grey-and-white bunny that is flexible and usually calm which is what a job like his requires. They go to the front of the deck and spectate the waters.
Pepé notices: "Huh, the water seems to be quite choppy, no?"
"Sure it does, doc", Bugs Bunny shrugs his shoulders while eating a carrot.
Pepé puts a hand on the rail as he looks up at the sky. There are no signs of any storms or rains. His heads turns to the rabbit again. "So", he clears his throat, "Could you tell me more about what I'll be doing in Maidstone?"
"Well, doc", Bugs looks at the sky too trying to predict the weather, "I'll soon be told more but as of now…" his gaze lands on the sea again, "But I can tell you what hotel you'll be staying at." He says attempting to lighten the mood, "It's the Phi Hotel."
Pepé nods his head contently: "Bien, shall we go sit in those chairs over there? They look quite comfortable, don't they?"
While they were on the ship, Sylvester woke up to make his way to work as he works as a house keeper in a hotel. He still lives with Granny and Tweety in the house and Granny makes both of them breakfast. She gives them a plate of bread with butter and apples each and tells them: Enjoy your breakfast, dear.
Sylvester grunts: "Thanks, Granny…" He says as he relunctantly eats an apple slice
Granny realises the cat is even grumpier this morning and asks: "Sylvester, my dear, what‘s wrong with you?"
"It‘s just my job. The time between waking up and when work starts always feels so boring.", Sylvester complains, "Not to mention the staff. I don‘t like them."
"Well, if you're so bored, then you can clean the house after breakfast.", Granny suggests, "I mean that is like a warm up for your job."
"Ha ha… yeah…", Sylvester nods uncomfortably and continues eating breakfast.
Tweety comments: "Granny, he probably didn't find you funny."
"Oh, I don't mind that, sweetie.", Granny says as she waits for them to finish.
Sylvester, the quicker one to finish, tells his grandmother: "Thanks Granny. Alright I'll clean the house."
"But first brush your teeth!", Granny reminds him.
"I will!", Sylvester says as he walks away from the breakfast table.
Pepé and Bugs arrive in Dover after 2 hours as their ship was delayed and take the train to Maidstone. Pepé already received a small portion of dialogue he's going to say and practices a few expression because there is a much slimmer chance he'll get noticed in England than in France.
The two make their way to the hotel and expect the crew to be there but to their surprise, they were the only ones that were there. That same day, they learnt only they,the screenwriter Daffy Duck, the main director called Foghorn Leghorn, and a lead actress called Penelope Pussycat.
Pepé looks at Bugs slightly disappointed: "Lapin, it seems like we'll have to wait for the others to arrive."
"Well", the receptionist at the desk interrupted him, "I can give you the keys to your rooms already. Would you like that?"
"Sure", Bugs Bunny nods.
"Alright then", the receptionist looks at the reservation and then at Bugs Bunny, "It's seems like your room is number 305 and his is number 309 The remaining three will take rooms 306, 307 and 308 respectively."
They enter the 3rd floor and Pepé opens his room. He opens his room and looks through the entire room. The room had a carpet flooring, light brown wood furnitures such as a warbode, two nightstands, a chair and a desk with a coffee machine and a few biscuits on top as well as a decently sized balcony. But the bed has one problem: the bed. The white pillows aren't put together neatly and the covers were halfway on the ground. Because Pepé made the bed, his expectations for this place feel slightly but he remembers mistakes happen to best, right?
He lays on the bed as he hadn't gotten enough sleep in France patiently waiting for the others to arrive so the shooting can finally start. Before falling asleep, he practiced the small dialogue he received once again.
After an hour, he hears a knock at his door. He saw a cat with the last name Pussycat at his door so he had logically assumed that this could only be one person.