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Bonjour, Paris.
I know you've missed me. Well, dry those tears. You're being ridiculous.
Utterly ridiculous.
I, Chloe Bourgeois, have returned to grace you with my present.
How long will I be staying? That depends on you, Paris.
And on the success of my upcoming movie.
That's right. Big news.
I'm here to produce my first masterpiece.
A motion picture, obviously written by me, composed by me, produced by me,
directed by me, and most importantly, starring your favorite actress of all
time. Duh, me.
I have some commemorative stamps, if you like.
Yes, thank you. They're beautiful.
Spoiler alert. My movie will be a musical about my life as a superhero.
Get ready for Queen Bee, the super Chloe Bourgeois.
In the daytime, I'm Marinette. Just a normal girl with a normal life. But
there's something about me that no one knows yet. I've got a secret.
Huh? Huh?
We tried, but there were like seven people in front of us. Chloe!
I love you, Chloe!
What's going on?
The school's closed indefinitely.
They're building sets for the shooting of Chloe's movie.
A film shoot with Chloe at our school means something's up.
Probably a lot worse than just something.
So what's the deal with this Chloe girl?
She... She...
Marinette more than anyone else. She undermined my self-confidence so badly
that I couldn't even hold Adrian's hand.
But didn't the adults do anything about it? Even they were scared of her. No one
would dare punish her. Until everyone fought back and she fled to London.
Don't worry, Marinette. There's nothing Chloe can do to us anymore.
I'm sure she's come back to get revenge. Or not.
Huh? I mean, maybe she's changed.
Huh? Are you serious?
Why not?
I hurt you guys, too. I was Chloe's accomplice, but you forgave me. And now
we're friends.
Yes, but unlike my sister, you understood how you were hurting people,
and you decided to change.
Chloe has never wanted to change. Have you seen her videos? Do you know why
she's here today? She's keeping us from going to school.
I know, but she wrote me this.
Dear Sabrina, I hope you're well.
Since you've been out of my life, I've taken some time to reflect on all the
harm that I caused you, and I'm sorry I miss you.
No one knows this, but the movie is just an excuse. I'm only coming back to Paris
because I hope you will talk to me, and perhaps forgive me.
I'm sure it's a trap.
Obviously. The real Chloe would have written something like, Sabrina, I've
run out of people to bully. I'm coming back to Paris because you're no longer
here to think for me, which gives me utterly ridiculous headaches.
Or she's actually changed.
Those fans are ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.
Ooh,
finally something interesting.
Who's dumb enough to send me a gift that's too hard to open?
There's no sender's name or address, just a stamp.
A beautiful one.
You're so useless, Jean-Régis.
Sabrina, do you... Do you really believe what she wrote?
Of course not. I just want to make sure. Don't worry, she has no control over me
anymore.
Here, sweetie.
You got a letter.
to see Chloe.
I'm her best friend.
Nice try, but Miss Bourgeois doesn't have any friends.
I'm gonna go help her. Are you sure, Marinette? Yes, yeah, don't worry.
Hello, sir. As a member of the Parrot City Youth Council, I am requesting to
speak with Chloe Bourgeois. That's nothing. Miss Bourgeois doesn't have
time. But, I mean, youth with Parrot City Hall, that's not nothing.
Tell Chloe that her sister wants to see her.
Hello, Jean-Régis? It's Jean-Régis. Do you copy? Yes, Jean-Régis. No, I meant
the other Jean-Régis. I'm listening, Jean-Régis. Right. I've got family at
the door.
Ugh, this box has to open sooner or later.
And you, hurry up already.
Ew, what is that thing?
Uh, that's a tree, ma'am. Who cares? It wasn't there when I went to this school.
Chop it down right now. Zoe?
Let her express herself, mother.
Chopping down a tree is a brilliant idea. You're incredible, Chloe.
Duh, of course I'm incredible.
What? Uh, ma'am bourgeois, there's a family member asking to see you. A
family member?
Who is it? Your sister, or so she says.
My sister?
Does she have weird colored hair?
It's blonde with red and blue highlights.
Is she alone?
No, she's with two other girls. One has pigtails and the other one wears
glasses. My underling... my punching bag, and my half of a sister all at the
same time.
Ah, a little entertainment like the good old days.
John William. Who's John William? You are, you dummy.
But I thought I was Jean-Régis. Who cares? Bring them in and bring me three
onesies, a tennis ball machine, and some chalk.
Chloe, no. We have other plans.
Let her be, Mother.
This won't change our plans. If anything, it will earn her even more
fans. Two million more and she'll be the world's number one influencer.
Oh, I'm so relieved that she's finally serving a purpose, even though I don't
get any of this stuff. It's quite simple. Chloe is such a caricature that
she manages to make people forget how unacceptable her actions are. With her,
evil becomes fun.
Evil becomes cool.
Evil becomes aspirational.
Evil becomes the trend that...
I understand.
Okay, Jean-Jean, let them in.
We're about to meet the new Chloe. I mean, if she's changed. And if she
hasn't. At least we'll be together to face her.
Ah, my favorite victims.
Hmm, I can already smell their fear.
Jean, whatever.
Film this.
Come closer. I'm not going to bite you.
Jean-Patrick, now!
What are you waiting for? Fire! Fire, fire, fire!
Does Jean-Patrick mean us? No, we're Jean-Régis! Nope, we go by Jean-William
now. She changed it earlier.
Losers! I'm a loser!
What were you planning to do to us, Chloe?
Duh! I just wanted to capture you and hang you from the tree so I could fire
tennis balls at you. See?
She hasn't changed at all.
But, Chloe, I thought your letter said... My letter? What are you talking
about, little bitch traitor?
I get that you're scared of showing your new face, Chloe.
Especially in front of Marinette and Zoe.
But I know you can do it.
Just like you found the courage to write to me and tell me that you decided to
change. To become the beautiful person I always knew you could be.
To become our friend.
You're ridiculous.
Utterly ridiculous.
I never wrote you anything.
I know very well you had one of your assistants write it. You should be
ashamed of yourself for being so cruel.
Thanks for the compliment, but I still have no idea what you're blabbering
about. The last time I... ever wrote something was to Santa when I was six,
and I didn't even write it. I dictated it.
Okay, Chloe, you pulled it off. You can stop now. Come on, let's go.
Just a little more.
Come on, Chloe.
You should see your faces. You really look like three losers.
I'm sorry, Sabrina.
Don't be, Marinette.
Chloe has no idea what she just did.
Thank you, Chloe.
What do you mean, thank you?
Are you kidding me? Where do you think you're going? Stay here. See you.
I don't care if you leave anyway. I'll be putting you losers in my film, and
the actresses I'll pick to play you will be just like you.
Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.
And, and, during the film shoot, I'll destroy your school, and it won't be
rebuilt. You'll no longer exist in my film or in real life.
What's so funny, baker girl? I meant what I said. You should be shaking with
fear.
Earlier, when I saw you were back, I was afraid.
I remembered all those years of your bullying.
But hearing your absolute nonsense just now, I don't even know how I could ever
be afraid of you.
I'm laughing because you're the one who's ridiculous, Chloe.
Utterly ridiculous.
Should I stop filming? Evil always finds a way.
Oh, really?
I no longer scare you? I've been too nice, too weak.
And now you're making fun of me.
But I'm about to reverse the trend. You'll be everybody's fool.
And believe me, you'll be terrified like never before in your entire life.
Fear. Dread. Queen.
Bow to the queen of the Dreadstone.
You can't even get up on your feet, can you?
Girls, it's your turn to be afraid.
She's coming for us. We better run.
Let's split up so she can't follow us all at once.
Run, you scaredy cats.
You can't escape my magic dome anyway.
I'm going to get you one after the other. The only question is, who will be
first? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
Last time I was this fearful, we were all out of cheese.
I feel afraid, too, but the people of Paris are counting on us. Plagg, cloth
out!
Oh, Marinette!
Where are you hiding, fake girl?
New acclimatization of Chloe has me more frightened than usual.
Yes, me too. But we still have to get out there, right?
Tiki, pass on.
Oh, Marinette.
Ah, here comes the Calvary.
Don't you mean the cat... didn't anyone ever tell you that puns are for losers
loser cat didn't anyone ever tell you to mind your own butt no no i didn't really
mean that forget it oh that's more like it feeling a little fear brings you down
a peg or two doesn't it leave me alone don't come any closer please
looks like i tamed you cat
And that's pretty magic, too.
Are you all right, kitty cat?
There was nothing I could do, Maliki. I was a scaredy cat for real.
Now that we're together, we're going to be okay.
You are not calling the shots in the dredge, though, loser bug.
Here we go again.
It's impossible to resist.
That's right.
I'm just irresistible, aren't I?
Not so clever now.
Super losers!
Give Dread Queen your miraculous, and I'll let you get back to your ridiculous
lives!
Never!
We're powerless against your... I don't know about you, but I certainly
didn't miss Chloe Bourgeois!
Neither did I! Do you think the Ultra Cool is in her top? Maybe, but I just
can't think clearly right now!
From now on, everyone will make fun of you, Super Dirty Cat!
Because you're ridiculous.
Utterly ridiculous.
We're trapped.
Cataclysm!
No one can leave the Dread Zone.
You two are at my mercy.
We need a hiding place.
I'm not interested in playing hide and seek with you. I'll deal with you both
later. In the meantime, I'm going to have some fun with Duke and Che.
Get ready, baker girl.
Dread Queen is coming.
I'm feeling better.
So am I. The fear seems to subside when she moves away.
Yes, and it's a relief.
But the closer we get to Dread Queen, the more she frightens us.
That must be her superpower.
That's insightful as ever, m'lady.
Wait a minute. How are we supposed to break the akumatized object if we can't
get close to her? There must be a solution.
Lucky charm!
A cable tie?
There's no way we can tie her up without getting too close.
Unless we don't use it on Dread Queen.
Oh, Marinette.
Chloe that she doesn't call the shots around here.
Pauline, buzz on!
Yoo-hoo, Marinette!
Come to your queen.
Is it time to go hunting?
Hunting for supervillains, yes, since Chloe will never change.
You must be trembling with fear already, but this is only the beginning.
Your fake Vesperia suit looks kind of weak. Nothing beats the real one that
belongs to the real holder of the B-Miraculous, don't you think?
Well, since you're foolish enough to show yourself, I can finally take back
what should have never been stolen from me.
You really don't deserve that jewel. That's pathetic.
First, I'll make you kneel.
Next, you'll give me back my property yourself.
No more evil doing for you, Opakuma.
Time to de-evilize!
Gotcha!
Bye-bye, little butterfly.
Chloe Bourgeois, this. Drop it, loser bug. I don't want your magical thingy.
I'm shooting my movie anyway, and everyone will find out that you're
ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.
If I may, Chloe.
That's not going to happen. The permits requested by Mr. Noe Luxus didn't
mention your intentions of having some work done in the school, which renders
the contract null and void.
Null and void?
What's that supposed to mean? It means you no longer have any power here, and
as mayor of Paris, I'll never let you turn the city upside down.
You can call. It's the law. You heard the mayor. Remove your crew from the
school right now or I'll start issuing tickets.
If that's the way it is, then I'm going back to London.
Paris doesn't deserve me.
It sure doesn't.
Why did you give her the magical charm when she didn't want it? So that she
will remember that if she ever tries to terrorize people again, things will
always end up exactly the way they did today.
loser bug is such a pain. Jean-Régis, throw this thing away.
May I?
So much talent.
All this trash. What a lack of respect. I think that was Chloe's last evil act
for good.
Why did you... Chloe earlier.
Because by being malicious one last time, she gave me what I needed to get
her out of my heart for good.
And now, there's a lot of room in it.
Is something wrong, Marinette?
The stamps. The stamps are identical, which means that whoever sent the
Ultracuma to Chloe is the same person who wrote the letter to Sabrina.
The same person?
Do you mean the new holder of the Butterfly Miraculous?
I don't know who they are, Tiki, but based on what they did today, I'm afraid
of what they're planning next.
Excusez-moi.
That was incredibly delicious.
Can I meet the chef?
I'd like to congratulate him. Are you French?
Yes, but I've been living here for a few months now, and this is my first time
coming to your restaurant. The food really is excellent.
Follow me. I'll introduce you to Uncle Wang. He has family in France.
He does?
The eight-hour time difference must make phone calls a bit complicated, right?
Uncle Wang always gets the time wrong.
I want to talk to my family and friends.
I always call before dinner. That way I'm sure I won't wake them in the middle
of the night.
Clever. Right?
Mm-hmm.
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