Dawn steams over Paris as La Ratatouille’s star hangs by a thread . A masked super‑critic—“Mademoiselle X”—launches a citywide challenge: one dish to define the future of French cuisine.

Remy hears it as a dare; Linguini hears sirens and drops a sauté pan; Colette sharpens knives and standards. Whisk‑cam shots spin through copper pots, a midnight market chase skids past riverboats, and a chandelier trembles over a full house .

The rat brigade returns with Rube‑Goldberg kitchen hacks—spaghetti lifelines, thyme‑powered pulley belts—while a “pest‑free” ordinance threatens everything they’ve built. Strings swell with sizzling percussion; aromas practically glow. Final beat: cloche lifts, steam blooms, critic’s pen hovers… and Remy whispers, “Let them taste courage.”