Author's Note: I'm back! I am doing little stories as I promised to keep my saga alive. I'll upload something new every now and then, so I suggest you check when you can! I will let you know when the short story is taking place before I start. Please feel free to look back on the first stories if you feel lost. Don't be embarrassed about it either. Since this is not a whole story and just shorties there will be no chapter numbers, just the numbers. Now I'm using American terms to describe the amount of money because I'm not good in math or understanding money outside of America. My apologies. The end may seem abrupt, but I thought it was enough to end with. Anyway…

Merry Christmas!

I do not own Pepe or Penelope

I do own Pheffe and the rest of the Le Pew family.

Set when Pheffe is six years old around Christmas time. Penelope is still in Italy.

Le Pew Tails: Little Tails

By:

Bellechat

One

Pheffe's Christmas Gift

It was that time of the year! It was that time of the year that made Pheffe Le Pew excited: Christmas. Usually it was a white Christmas every years or as she would say "Blanc Noel!"

On one icy day in December Pheffe awoke and kicked off the covers. She slid off her bed and crawled under it to reach for her calendar notebook.

"Oui!" she said with excitement. "Only a week unteel Christmas and today eez shopping day!"

Pheffe was especially excited because she had money to buy gifts with for the first time in her young life. She had a fair amount to buy for her aunts, uncles and grandparents, but she had a special stash hidden to spend on her father, Pepe Le Pew. It was a fine leather jacket with silky lined pockets. Also, she had a little for herself to buy a cute fedora she had seen a month before and hoped she could get it. It was black and had a wide purple ribbon. She had enough to get it now, and she could not bear the thought of some other girl wearing it!

Pheffe did not waste any time changing from her long, pink striped nightgown (a birthday present from her grandparents) into her dark-wash jeans and magenta sweater. She laced her black and pink high-tops on and ran a comb through her inky black hair. She wrapped a black and light pink knit scarf around her neck and slipped on her heavy winter jacket which was black as well. (Black and white was Pheffe's favorite neutrals.) She ran out of her room into the kitchen and living room that was combined since the house was not very big. Sensing that Pepe was still sleeping Pheffe charged into his room and leapt on the bed.

Sure enough, Pepe was still deep in sleep. His precious hours of rest were over when Pheffe leapt up and started jumping.

"Dad!" she hollered cheerfully. "Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!" Seeing that he was barely up, Pheffe hollered again:

"Daddy! Daddy! Dad! Daddy!"

"What?!" asked Pepe, tired and almost pleading in his voice to rest some more. It was like living with his parents again with his mother shaking him awake and her voice calling to him. However, Pheffe was much more endearing to listen to and he still loved the fact that she was the first voice to hear when he woke up.

"Come on!" cheered Pheffe. "We have shopping to do! Get dressed and have a quick dreenk of coffee!" She hopped off and dashed out to grab herself a breakfast; a roll with butter and honey.

Pepe only sat up to stretch his arms. He was not in a rush for Christmas shopping, especially when it was seven in the morning!

"Figures zhat I have a daughter zhat loves to get up early," he muttered. "Especially when I have would like to sleep een on a holiday." Still, to keep Pheffe happened he listened and obeyed her happy order.

In fact it had been only ten minutes later that they were both on their way to travel into the stores and boutiques. It was an interesting sight to see two skunks in the same shoe brand, dark-wash jeans and black jackets walking at the same calm pace, minus the little outbursts of hopping in place from Pheffe who was overwhelming happy.

The shopping went by fast for the two of them and it was suddenly late in the afternoon and both of them dragged their purchases. Pheffe was tired, but happy. She loved the seasonal shopping because she could not wait to see her family's reactions to what she got them. She looked forward to that part more than receiving any presents for her.

Now, it was Operation Separation: in which Pepe and Pheffe went by themselves to buy each other gifts. Pheffe was ecstatic!

"Pheffe you're allowed to go into zhose two stores, but no where else," Pepe told her and pointed at two shops which she had been bragging about going to. "I need to know where you're at."

"I know," said Pheffe. "I'll tres fast!" She was. No later had she said it she had run into the store like a lightening bolt.

She had to get that new jacket for Pepe. He deserved a really nice one to her. The best of all she had enough to buy it and while in then secretly dash into the next store to get her dreamy fedora.

The only one who looked crabby in the whole store was a teenage cashier who looked like she had awaked on the wrong side of the bed that morning.

Pheffe did not bother looking at anything else; she just took the jacket off its hanger and shoved it onto the counter.

"Today eez bonne, no?" she said happily with a smile that could bring sunshine to anyone if they were positive.

"Whatever," scoffed the cahier. "Zhat's $100."

Pheffe blinked. "Wh-what?!"

She looked at the register; yes that's what it was asking for. She didn't have that much to buy it!

"I only have zhis much," she said. She dropped the coins and papers that equaled to only add up to seventy.

"Zhe prince went up seence eet's a holiday here," scoffed the cashier. She smiled wickedly at Pheffe. Prices that go up on a holiday? How stupid!

Pheffe felt troubled, she only need thirty more and that thirty was for her fedora. She wanted that fedora so much! Yet, she couldn't go home empty-handed and there was nothing else fitting for Pepe in that store or even the next one for sure. If she gave up the thirty she would have nothing left!

Sighing, she lifted out the thirty and gingerly placed it on the counter. She felt upset in her heart. Sacrificing was so hard!

She did not even feel better when she left, dragging the shopping bag behind her with her shopping complete. Then, she glanced to see a little girl skip out of the next store which contained that hat and in her arms was a hat box. Pheffe hurried to the window and looked. The fedora was gone.

Pheffe would have cried, but she swallowed it. She sat on the curb waiting for Pepe and was cold from the sudden rain that began to pour.

Pheffe kept her purchase hidden in her closet and felt miserable for the rest of the week. She didn't want Pepe to get the hat for her; she wanted to get it herself. She wanted to feel responsible for her own goals, dreams and desires.

Christmas came in. That Christmas evening when it was time to open gifts Pheffe was not looking forward to it.

"Pheffe," said Pepe, interrupting her fears. "I zhought you were going to buy yourself zhat fedora you've been wanting."

"Well," she said. "I couldn't. I didn't have enough…because…I needed eet for somezhing more important."

"What was more important?" asked Pepe He carefully began ripping the seal of tape on the wrapping paper. It was Pheffe's gift to him.

"Your present," said Pheffe. "Eet was more expensive zhan I zhought eet was, so I bought eet weeth what I had. I don't have enough to have zhat fedora. Besides, some ozher girl left the store weeth it."

She looked up (she had been looking at the carpet the whole time) and saw Pepe lift the jacket out of the box and smile.

"So zhis eez what caused you zhat trouble?" he smiled.

Pheffe felt tears in her eyes, it was beginning to feel worth everything buying that jacket now.

Pepe lifted her to his lap and hugged her tightly.

"Merci Pheffe, but I am going to tell you zhat you're my present everyday."

"Moi?" asked Pheffe in surprisement. "I'm not a present, you see me everyday!"

"Non," said Pepe as he brushed a lock of hair from her face. "You're zhe best present I ever got een my life and I would never exchange you. The best presents are zhe ones you zhat never wear out of because zhose last forever. Like you."

"You've had zhe best zhe whole time!" Pheffe said in awe.

"Tres best," said Pepe and leaned over to reach for her present on the coffee table. "Hopefully, you love yours. Merry Christmas." He kissed her head sweetly as she tore the wrapping paper off.

"I didn't even ask for anytheeng," Pheffe said, realizing she had forgotten to write down a wish list. "I wonder what you…" she stopped.

In the box that she had just opened, free from the crisp, white tissue paper what Pheffe was given made her smile broad in complete happiness. There was the fedora she had dreamed of.