Summery: Basically Phantom of the Opera with the Happy Tree Friends playing the roles. I'll try and stick as close to the characters as possible but I might end up tweaking them a little so the story will flow better.

A/N: This is largely based on the musical production of Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber so if you need to refresh your memory, either watch the actual musical or the 2004 movie version.

Disclaimer: I do not own PotO or the HTF characters; they belong to Andrew Lloyd Webber and Mondo Media.

Characters:

Phantom- Evil Flippy

Christine- Flaky

Raoul- Flippy

Carlotta- Giggles

Piangi- Cuddles

Andre- Lifty

Firmin- Shifty

Madam Giry- OC

Meg Giry- Petunia

Lefevre- Lumpy

Buquet- Disco Bear

Prologue

Flippy's P.O.V.

Although it has been many years since I've been to the Opera House, when I heard that it was having an auction I decided to go; much to my other half's protest.

'This is stupid. Why would you want to go back?'

"The Opera House holds many memories for me as well as you. So if you would kindly shut up, I would appreciate it."

'You're no fun anymore.'

Ignoring my evil self I made my way to the Opera House and walked in. I could see they had already started so I took a number and sat in an empty chair.

"Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen: A poster from this House's production of 'Hannibal' by Chalumeau. Showing here."

The mute, purple deer known as Mime, held up the poster so that everyone could see it."

"Do I have ten dollars? Five then. Five I am bid. Six, seven. Against you, sir, seven. Eight. Eight once. Selling twice. Sold, to Flippy."

'Why'd you buy that, of all things?'

"Like I said, I have a lot of memories here. This was the first production I watched here." His dark half just snorted.

"Lot 664: A wooden pistol and three human skulls, from the 1831 production of 'Robert le Diable' by Meyerbeer. Ten dollars for this. Ten, thank you. Ten dollars still. Fifteen, thank you sir. Fifteen I am bid. Going at fifteen. Your number sir?

'Damn. I wanted those skulls.'

"Ok, I don't even want to know what you were going to do with those skulls.

"Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen: A paper-mache musical box, in the shape of a barrel-organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes, playing the cymbals. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order. Showing here."

Mime, again, lifted the item up so we could see it. He started to wind it up, letting the song play for us. As soon as I heard it I remembered how Flaky used to talk about that little music box. Apparently it belonged to Evil, but he didn't say anything. Perhaps he knew that I would buy it.

"May I start at twenty dollars? Fifteen, then? Fifteen I am bid. Twenty, sir, thank you. Twenty-five, thank you, madam. Thirty. Selling at thirty then. Thirty once, twice. Sold for thirty dollars to Flippy. Thank you, sir."

Mime handed me the box with a smile on his face. I studied it for a moment muttering, "A collector's piece indeed… every detail exactly as she said… She often spoke of you my friend… your velvet lining and your figurine of lead… Will you still play, when all the rest of use are dead…?"

'Getting sentimental are we?' I didn't respond. Instead I listened to the Auctioneer's next words. They sent chills up my spine.

"Lot 666, then: A chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera: A mystery never fully explained. We are told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when reassembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination, gentlemen?'

As he was talking, Mime pulled off the cloth that covered the chandelier. When he finished speaking, the Auctioneer switched the chandelier on. There was a flash of light that blinded me for a moment, and almost made me flip-out, as the chandelier sparked to life. And as it was pulled up into the air, high above our heads, I couldn't help but remember the events that had led to the famous crashing of the chandelier and what happened after.

'Ah, such great times.'

A/N: So what do you think? I know it's a random idea, but I was bored. So please read and review.