A/N: WOW. That was totally uncalled for! NOT UPDATING THIS FIC FOR 14 MONTHS! HOW COULD I? LOL, sorry for the EXTREMELY long wait (even extremely can't describe it). When you have many interests, I guess you have so little time to invest in each one. But it was so bad that some of you had actually thought I had quit on this fic. But here's the proof that I haven't.

I'll try to update my stories more often (I'm juggling about three or four). I really hate to keep you all waiting.

Anyway, this one's going to incorporate a Daft Punk song. Believe it or not, this song was the entire reason why I started this fic! When I listened to it (and saw the music video), I felt it could fit Pepe and Penelope so well. So I made an entire story to go off of it.

I hope you like this one. Here goes!

Disclaimer: I do not Pepe Le Pew, Penelope Pussycat, or Looney Tunes. They all belong to Warner Bros. I also do not own Digital Love. It belongs to Daft Punk and Virgin Records. However, all OCs are mine.

Rescue of Love (Sauvetage de l'amour)

Chapter 3: Digital Love

A skunk, dressed in a dark blue French police uniform, off duty at the moment, had small earphones in his tiny black and white ears, hooked up to the thin, black iPod on his desk. The Now Playing screen showed the album art of Discovery by Daft Punk, with the song Digital Love playing. The skunk police officer was silently singing the lyrics to himself.

Last night, I had a dream about you

In this dream, I'm dancing right beside you.

While he was listening to the song, the skunk stared at a photo in a beautifully decorated picture frame. Inside that frame was a picture of the beautiful feline beauty queen he had adored ever since he first laid eyes on her- even before he became a policeman.

The cute cat he was looking at…was none other than Penelope Pussycat.

And it looked like everyone was having fun

The kind of feeling I waited so long

He stared in those pretty, reflective eyes in the photo. He kept singing the words of the song to himself, imagining that he could hold the beautiful cat right in his arms- and she would return the favor with her own arms.

Don't stop, come a little closer

As we jam, the rhythm gets stronger

There's nothing wrong with just a little little fun

We were dancing all night long.

"Le Pew! LE PEW!"

The skunk was shocked to hear a loud, gruff, gravelly voice interrupting his little meditation on his favorite girl. He hit the pause button on his music player, gently yanked the earbuds out of his small, black ears, and turned left to see his commanding officer- a cat with mostly gray fur, but several patches of black. He had a long, busy mustache right under a tiny pink nose.

"Oui, Sieur?" replied Lieutenant Le Pew.

The cat spoke, each breath slightly blowing away his mustache. "Most of the men and I will be leaving for a few hours for a crime scene investigation several miles south of here. I want you to temporarily head the station while we're gone."

Lieutenant Le Pew smiled. "Well, you can count on me, Commandant." He said enthusiastically, raising his hand up to his brow in a salute.

"Good. I expect you to do well, Le Pew!" the cat commander said, turning to leave. "I must go now."

The skunk policeman turned back to his iPod. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if I finished this song, he thought. He pressed the tiny earbuds back into his ears, hit the play button, and began to sit back to the house song he had been previously playing.

The time is right to put my arms around you

You're feeling right, you wrap your arms around, too.

But suddenly, I feel the shining sun,

Before I knew it, this dream was all gone.

Lieutenant Le Pew turned his eyes back to the little photo of Penelope. He admired her beautiful body, the way she posed, her stunning features that almost seemed to whisper softly to him.

Le Pew leaned forward on his desk, his head resting on his hands. He smiled dreamily at Penelope and closed his eyes.

Ooh I don't know what to do

About this dream and you
I wish this dream comes true.

The skunk opened his eyes a few seconds later. The most magical thing he had ever seen happened. He believed he was dreaming- his vision was somewhat dark- but the photo seemed to jump out at him. Penelope, in swirls of glittering dust, reached out and took the lieutenant by the arms. In an instant, he was pulled out of his chair, and, strangely, Penelope began dragging him into the picture. It was like a mystic portal to the photo backdrop of Paris at night.

Ooh, I don't know what to do

About this dream and you

We'll make this dream come true.

The earbuds slipped right out of the skunk's ears. He turned around to see his little black iPod, left behind on the table, with the little white wires and earbuds spread out on the table. He looked forward again, and, by then, he had completely entered the picture. The very same song mysteriously played in the background, as if someone was playing the music from huge speakers from the sky. He floated slowly and fell softly on his feet on a concrete sidewalk, then looked over his torso, seeing that he still had his uniform.

Cars zoomed by, and he saw tall street lights glistening in the dark night. He could even see lights on the renowned Eiffel Tower. The lieutenant knew at that second that he was in downtown Paris.

The skunk policeman gazed into Penelope's eyes as they fluttered at him. Penelope gave him a warm smile and, without a word, turned her head forward and began to run, holding firmly onto the skunk's arm and taking him along with her.

As the couple continued to stroll through the Parisian streets, they eventually set foot on the bridge over the Seine river. The view was absolutely spectacular. The moon sat high in the sky, and the river reflected its light so brightly. Every car, light, and street lamp contributed to the magical, beautiful light show that was going on.

The skunk policeman placed his paws on the bridge's railing and looked out toward the gleaming river. He couldn't help but admire its beauty. However, as he turned his head and his attention back towards Penelope, it was as if she had just outperformed all of the scenery around them in a beauty contest (well, she was a beauty contest champion). Her face, her features, everything about her, was more beautiful than the entire world.

Taking the lieutenant's hand into her own, Penelope leaned forward and gently closed her eyes. The policeman saw her shape her lips. Immediately he understood and smiled, his heart thumping so hard he swore he could almost hear it. He too leaned forward, and puckered up for the kiss of his life.

He couldn't wait to feel those lips on his to conclude their evening stroll together…

RIIIIIING! RIIIIIING!

The officer suddenly opened his eyes to see everything vanish; the city, the River Seine, Penelope, everything turned into a blur. He rubbed his eyes to correct his vision. When he saw himself back at his office, he felt the light from above burning his eyes. Shielding those eyes, he realized how long and how deeply he had slept. His commanding officer would be most unhappy to learn that he had been sleeping on the job. But that wasn't important now. When he saw his phone ringing, Lieutenant Le Pew knew that he had an emergency to respond to.

The officer picked up the receiver and answered. "Service de Police de Paris, quelle est votre situation d'urgence?"

"Officer, please, au secours! My sister has been kidnapped! Some men took her in a van!" the voice on the other end sounded extremely desperate.

"All right, monsieur, calm down, s'il vous plaît." replied Le Pew. "State the license plate number of the van, where you last saw it, and the name of the victim."

"License plate number is DY-567-ER. Last seen at La Croix D'or Square, heading down Bonaparte Avenue. The victim is my sister, Penelope Pussycat."

Lieutenant Le Pew was in immediate shock upon hearing the name of Penelope Pussycat. He was shocked to learn that his love interest…was just kidnapped. His shock immediately turned to anger. He restrained from pounding his desk.

"Bien, monsieur. I will make sure your sister is rescued. I will be on my way." He said as he picked up a pen and scribbled the license plate number on a small scrap of paper, which he stuffed in his pocket.

"Merci, monsieur," replied the voice on the other line. Lieutenant Le Pew put the receiver back down on the phone.

"Dastardly criminals! I will make sure they are brought to justice." He jumped out of his chair, his police badge, weapons, and other law enforcement paraphernalia already on him.

He ran as quickly as he could towards his motorcycle, fixed his helmet, and started the engine, determined to catch those who would dare kidnap a beautiful woman like Penelope.

The motorcycle engine roared as he travelled down the streets, from the darkened roads just outside the main city, to the streets in the city that shone from the neon lights.

Why don't you play the game?

He followed the signs down Bonaparte Avenue, the neon lights still flying past him. Suspecting that the perpetrators of the crime would not go anywhere conspicuous, he decided to motor past the edge of the city, into the lesser known parts.

Before he knew it, Lieutenant Le Pew was far away from the urban area and began venturing off near the countryside, a rather desolate place. Around him were greener pastures, but they were much less than beautiful in the dark.

Bertrand looked back at the beauty pageant cat, whom he and his men had just taken hostage. Penelope was sleeping soundly in the back seat.

"I have great plans for her. Very soon, she will be mine to keep...forever..." he said. The rest of his henchmen snickered.

Lieutenant Le Pew continued driving on his motorcycle, where it was so much lonelier. It was also starting to become cold, making it hard to focus.

Why don't you play the game?

Lieutenant Le Pew could barely see now; he only had the light from the blinking stars, the lights from the city buildings miles away, and the lights on his vehicle to guide him through the seemingly deserted land.

It seemed like hours since the lieutenant had first started. But the skunk took a short glance at his watch and noticed that it had only been about 20 minutes, before laying his eyes back on the dark road.

The wicked cat Bertrand soon ordered his driver to stop in front of a house- somewhat suburban, somewhat ghetto, old white paint job that was peeling. He got out and ordered his henchmen around.

"Quick! Bring her in! J'entends la police!" he said as he heard the sirens from the Lieutenant's motorcycle coming closer. He had to avoid being seen with Penelope by anyone.

His men carried an unconscious Penelope, who was being carried by the arms and through the door. When the last henchman entered (after tripping up on a porch step), the door was slammed shut.

Le Pew was sure he was out of the Parisian area by now. But he recognized a street name on a sign- one he already knew was in Paris- so he realized he still hadn't left the City of Lights, despite how unromantic the scene around him looked. He figured he was probably in the deeper suburbs.

The skunk crossed the top of a hill and stopped at an intersection. Seeing a tiny neighborhood, he turned left and continued at a slow pace down the avenue, scanning the houses and cars until one particular van caught his eye- its license plate read the combination of DY-567-ER, the same string of letters and numbers reported by the caller earlier.

He looked up at the white, poorly painted house. All I have to do is rescue Penelope and bring the kidnappers to justice, and my mission is complete, he thought.

A/N: The Lieutenant just HAPPENED to pick the right neighborhood. Pretty slim chance, if you ask me. Imagine that.

I'm not really sure how the emergency caller service works- if it goes directly to the police station or goes to some emergency hotline first. Either way, it's a fictional world...

I hope you enjoyed this rather long chapter (especially you Daft Punk fans). I had a little writer's block, part of the reason why it took so long ("How can I make my story more descriptive and interesting?", "What should happen next?", etc.), but I pulled through to come up with this.

Translations:

Service de Police de Paris, quelle est votre situation d'urgence?- Paris Police Department, what is your emergency?

Au secours!- Help!

Bien- Okay

J'entends la police!- I hear the police!

Da pabačennia!