Francoeur from a monster in paris needs some love. Whatever kind of love you want to write!
Your immediate gut reaction upon seeing a giant inhuman creature lurking in the shadows of the back alley behind your house is to scream bloody murder, slam your back door shut and use your body to keep it barricaded as if you were any match for the unholy abomination outside that has a good couple of feet on you.
Once the initial adrenaline and shock dies down and the monster has yet to make an attempt to break into your home and eat you, your second reaction is to lean away from the door and peer out your window to the watch the creature as it hunches under a damp cardboard box, making sad eyes and sad chirruping sounds and looking more cute and pitiful than any terrifying monster has any right to be.
And then it starts singing the most heart-wrenching song you’ve ever heard in perfect French.
“Oh,” you say, kicking your door back open and thus interrupting its song. “So you’re baby?”
It tilts its head to the side, blinking with big sad eyes.
“You’re baby?” you repeat. “A big sad sweet baby boy????”
It tilts its head to the other side and that’s all it takes for you to gently take it by one of its many chitinous hands and lead it into the warmth and safety of your home and onto your floral-upholstered love-seat.
“Baby,” you coo, swaddling it with blankets. It blinks cutely, nesting itself as you tuck the blankets around it’s body. Once the blankets are properly tucked, you begin gathering pillows and placing them on either side of its body. “Baby boy.”
So I was watching A Monster in Paris and I noticed something that hooked me . Did you know during the climax of the movie, where Franceour (the flea) tried act like a monster, Maynott (The police commissioner) yelled out “No! No! Don't shoot! You'll hit my angel!”.
It can be heard from here in this link:
https://youtu.be/_njnJyWZrgA
0:19-0:27
Sir obviously she wants the sexy singing bug man so the next best choice for you is to find another pretty lady to have as your own
lmao I come back and watch A Monster in Paris again and I wasn’t that into it before but... I’m pretty sure after realizing what a magnificent alien/monster fucker I am, I am way more keen on Franceour and Lucille than Raoul and Lucille
thinkin about how a monster in paris might have taken a completely different direction if the night franceour first performed with lucille had happened to take place on the same night that maynott and pate were at the cabaret.........................