Copie chat!

ONCE UPON A POPTART, there was a young girl who had traveled to France...

"SHAMPOKA!" the little girl screamed at the French chapman.

"Me ame, qu'est-ce que vous parlez de?"

M'ame, what do you speak of?

"S-H-A-M-P-O-K-A!" she screamed again.

"Petit enfant de bizarre , ce qui est un shampoka?"

Little weirdo child, what is a shampoka?

"Petit infant ze bizarre, eh quit test shampoka?" the little girl [attempted] to copy him.

"Copie chat!" the French chapman declared.

Copy cat!

"POOPY HEAD!" the little girl pointed at the French guy with a scowl on her face, pouting. The French chapman straightened his tie on his tux, his mustache quivering like a squirrel.

"Veuillez ne abstenir de ces mots étranges!"

Kindly do refrain from such strange words!

The little girl started screaming and crying as she bent down to his shoe and clung onto his leg, attempting to bite him.

"Agh! Obtenez -moi!"

Agh! Get it off of me!

Other 'French-llamas' gave the French Chapman strange looks, looking down at the little girl clinging onto her leg, and than back up at him again. It was almost like the French Chapman and little girl were in the middle of a sea of 'French-llamas'.

"Où est ta mère?"

Where is your mother?

"SHAMPOKA!" the little girl screamed, frustrated.

Nor did the French Chapman understand the odd little girl; and nor did she understand he. Suddenly, the flow of French-llamas was disturbed by sudden music.

"OOOOOHHHH YEAH, YEAH YEAH! I LIKE MY PIE WHEN I EAT IT, OH OH,"  screamed a guy, flinging his arms in the sky [probably in attempt to rap?]. French-llamas began to laugh, shooting the 'rapper' amused looks as they passed.

"WUT WUT, YEAH YOU HEARD ME, DANGIT!" the 'rapper' panted, flailing his arms and taking a step back and forth.

"CRAB PIE IS FOR LOOSERS, 'CUZ THEY AIN'T GOT NO GLUTEN FREE," he paused, not finishing his sentence.

"Crap ou frenchians!" he said, with quite a lack of pronunciation.

The little girl's eyes were stuck to the 'rapper' like glue as she watched with interest. The French chapman was frozen in his spot, his eyes bugged wide and his mouth dropped wide open.

"Pourquoi , ce fut une predictament imprévisible!"

Why, that was a unpredictable predictament!

"French llamas are amazing!" the little girl swung her head to the French guy with a mustache. The French chapman breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, a word he actually knew among the mere daftness of what she'd talked of before.

"Allez petite fille!"

Come on, little girl!

He didn't actually need to say that, though; because the little girl was already clinging onto his leg for dear life--for what reason, he didn't know. The little girl smiled even though she had no idea what the heck the mustache guy was saying.

WOW THAT WAS LIKE SO AMAZING LIKE THOSE MOVIES LIKE WHEN LIKE PEOPLE LOVE EACH OTHER AND THEN THEY LIKE WALK INTO THE SUNSET OR END IT ENDS ALL HAPPY OR LIKE WHEN LIKE SOME DUDE FINDS HIS BEST FRIEND BY A HOBO AND HE SCREAMS "I MISSED U" BUT YEAH LIKE SO LIKE THE END I GUESS LIKE YEAH I THINK LIKE YEAH