Renault was once a painter in Mont Martre.  So great was his skill, that when his last paintbrush broke, he resorted to painting with his male member.  This powerful combination of manliness and artistry was simply too much for the ladies of France to resist, and Renault was happy to oblige them, of course!  One day, however, a jealous husband, in a vain attempt to defend his wife's honor, threw poor Renault into the Seine.  Our hero was unhurt, fortunately, but as he was crawling out of the dirty river, he saw two beady black eyes staring down at him, and took the proffered hand of our second hero, Peugeot.  Peugeot was just waking up from yet another red wine-inspired bender, and took pity on the wretched Renault.  He took him back to his cave in the catacombs, deep underneath the city of Paris, and ever since that fateful day, they have been inseparable.  They spend their days playing piano duets and smoking countless unfiltered cigarettes, and their night drinking wine and chasing women.  Their most fervent desire is to one day collaborate with their good friend, Maitre Corbeau, of Brussels.