The night in Paris was as beautiful as always as it exerted the sparkly lights of the city. Though there was only one color, there was not a single person in Paris who was not pleased with the sparkly view of the lights that were exerting from the houses, buildings, streets, and Eiffel Tower. People were walking around and enjoying the lights that were shining upon them while having a small cup of tea or coffee for a better atmosphere. People who were inside the building clinked their wine glasses that were less than half full. Everyone in Paris was having a romantic, dreamy time.
However, that beautiful view and the atmosphere did not please Remy tonight. "Oh dear..." Remy anxiously walked in circles. Git, not knowing what to do to help him, just sat there nervously as a drop of cold sweat ran down from his head, down to his cheek, down to his chin, and dropped out of his chin. "This is bad... very very bad... oh... I hope the worst case doesn't come..." Remy couldn't relax for a second. He was in serious trouble, deep deep trouble. However, he was not the only one in trouble. Others who are in trouble include Linguini, Colette, Anton Ego, Horst, Pompidou, Larousse, Lalo, Mustafa, and Skinner. In any rate, they could lose their job.
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In the afternoon, Remy secretly attended the construction site with Linguini, Colette, Anton Ego, Horst, Pompidou, Larousse, Lalo, Mustafa, and Skinner as he hid in Colette's purse. The restaurant was almost close to being done. The tables and chandeliers were set up, everything was set and ready to be used in the kitchen, the interior resembled the interior of a palace as it was coated with gold, red, and fancy lace pattern. On the table, there was a petite and neat vase with a fake yet elegant flower in it, and above to the ceiling, there were fancy chandeliers gleaming.
"Wow, this is so beautiful!" Pompidou said as he looked around the dining hall. "It is much prettier than Gusteau's restaurant!"
"Look at all the chandeliers!" Larousse said in the dining hall as he was standing next to Pompidou. "They're much better than what Gusteau's restaurant used to have!"
When they entered the kitchen, the illuminating silver
"I really like the kitchen!" Horst said. "It's much wider than Gusteau's!"
"Okay, why don't we stop comparing this to Gusteau's? It's bringing up really bad memories that I do not want to remember," Colette said.
"I think we had much worse experience when we tried to have our own," Mustafa said as he brought up what happened in their previous restaurant.
"Oh yeah, that was much worse," Lalo said.
"By the way, che- I mean, I shouldn't call you chef anymore, or should I?" Pompidou said to Skinner, someone who they never had contact after the closing of Gusteau's restaurant.
"You don't have to call me chef, but I was working at a convenience store," Skinner said.
"I won't ask any more questions..." Pompidou said.
"Excuse me, who is Alfredo Linguini, Colette Linguini, and Anton Ego?" One of the men in the suit asked as he came in front of Linguini, Colette, Anton Ego, Horst, Pompidou, Larousse, Lalo, Mustafa, and Skinner.
"I am," Linguini, Colette, and Ego answered.
"I need you to come here for a second," the man replied. Everyone else was going to follow after them. "Uh... not all of you. I just need to talk to the main three. Please wait here while I talk to them."
"Aww..." Lalo said.
"Let's just wait, it wouldn't be bad," Pompidou said.
In the separate area, the man showed Linguini, Colette, and Ego the bag of small pieces of hair, blocks of bricks with empty spaces, and some brown crumbs. "We have investigated these hairs, these areas, and these crumbs. And it turns out, these hairs are identified as rodent hair, the rats seemed to be around those bricks, and these crumbs are actually rats' waste. It seemed that there were rats in this restaurant and no one has noticed them. And since there was no sickness or disease among people who ate at this restaurant, we may close our eyes on this one, but next time the restaurant is set up, you will have to be extra careful, or your restaurant must close down even after you have invested so much money to build it even bigger and taller."

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Ratatouille - Les Rêves Des Amoureux Sont Comme Le Bon Vin
FanfictionRemy loves being a chef. He still cooks in the small bistro that Linguini, Colete, and Anton Ego are running. Ever since a large rat named Git, a gray lab rat with a 'A113' tag on his ear, became his bodyguard, he starts to have weird, yet remarkabl...