Bonjour, mes petits amis! This is just a random one-shot. At three o'clock in the morning. 'Cause that's how we do it…*cool kid stance*

Right. So, this is mainly dialogue. I hope to add more shots that will be different, but I was going for this style this time. Anyways, enjoy! (But only if you want to. I'm not forcing you. That's like forcing someone to eat cake. Just plain odd.)

"Yellow is an awful color."

"I like yellow!"

"It makes women crazy."

"It does not!"

"Whole book written about it, Blondie."

"Since when do you read? Since when do you care?"

"I just don't want a crazy wife. But by the looks of it..."

Silence. Death glare. Smile. Forgiveness.

"Well, I'm still painting it yellow."

"No yellow."

"Eugene!"

"Our bedroom should have both our contributions. No yellow, please."

"But I LIKE yellow."

"We just went over this."

Staring contest. No breathing. Eyes watering. Blink.

"Ha, you blinked!"

"Be quiet!"

"That means I win! We'll do blue instead!"

"It does not!"

"I prefer sky blue over cerulean..."

"Forget it! I'm painting it yellow right now!"

"You better not."

"Watch me."

Defiance. Anticipation. A dreaded swipe of yellow. An object stolen from small hands.

"Eugene! Give me my paintbrush back!"

"I said no yellow!"

A stomped foot. A smirk. A wet chameleon tongue in the ear.

"Not again!"

"See? Pascal's on MY side!"

"Evil little Judas..."

"Give me back my paintbrush!"

"Come and get it."

An attempted slap. A long kiss. Hearts pounding. Tender caresses. A (slightly embarrassed) retreated reptile.

"Rapunzel," said in-between kisses.

"Mmm?" after a contented sigh.

"What do you think of green?"

And the ending is open to YOUR imagination, my dear readers. So, please review! Merci beaucoup!