The kitties arrive at Orly  International Airport, Paris

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Angel and Max,  Biggie Fries and Elizabeth,

Booger and Cossette,  Elvis and Sammy,  Cary and Ghost,

Babyblu and Gordie,  Rajah,  Billy and Firefly,

Bandit and Pinkie

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Angel:  Phew, what a long flight.  I is exhausted.

Max:  Gud ting we kept our luggage wiff us, we'd neffur find it in dat big pile ober dere.

Elizabeth:  I is missin my matching carry case.  Go finds it fur me Biggie.

Biggie Fries:   I'll go ober and ask dat nekkid porter where he putted it.  Hide yus eyes Elizabeth.

Rajah:  I'ze not da porter.. hummffffttt... somekitty done stole mine suitcase, it had alla mine clothes in it.

Firefly:  Yu mean somekitty stole da clothes ofn yus back?

Billy:    Yu must a been power-nappin? tehee..

Booger:   I shulda travelled nekkid, instead of in dis 

catsume, it most uncomfurtable.  Feels like it chokin meeze.

Cossette:  Do not effen tink about it Booger.. dis is not da Tomzrule Boyz Club.

Elvis:  Now wheres dat limo dat where supposed ta picks us up?

Sammy:  I dont seez it.  Oh , I hope it get here soon.. I is tired and hungry.

Cary:  Mee too and we do not want ta be late fur da ceremony.

Ghost:    I dont care bout da ceremony, but I do not wanna miss da fudz and nipz.. tehe

Babyblue:  Now dat typical tomz, always tinkin bout deir stomachs.  

Gordie:  Purrsonally for my ownself I do not fancy gettin losted in Paris in dese rediculous clothes.  It not gud fur a tomz image ta be seen in tights.  

Bandit:  I sympatize wiff yu Gordie.  Pinkie n me came straight furom ours honeymoon an didn't haff time ta shop fur catsumes. (winks and nudges Gordie)

Pinkie:  (blushin) Now Bandit behaves....

I seez anofur plane landing.. dere da rest o da wed-wink party.   Lets not wait fur da Limo and gets a taxi ta take us to da Cathedral.