Irken of the Opera
Author's Note: I'm going to loosely follow the Broadway production version of Phantom of the Opera in this fic, totally disregarding the novel, although it's very good as well. Please excuse me if some characters seem a little OOC at times and if I don't exactly follow the plot of Phantom of the Opera - doing my best to work with both. ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Invader Zim or Phantom of the Opera.
Zim - the mysterious Phantom of the Opera
Red and Purple - the Almighty Owners of the Opera House
Tak - the prima donna
Gaz - opera singer (assuming she ran away from home and had to do SOMETHING to earn money for her new systems and games)
Dib - playing himself, actually
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Act 1
(You see Red and Purple standing center stage, each holding a brainfreezy and looking up at the ceiling at a gigantic, glimmering new chandelier. Let's give each a monocle, just for fun.)
Purple: (somewhat discontent) I don't like it!
Red: (giving Purple a sidelong glance) We didn't buy it so you could LIKE it! We bought it to show off how great this opera house is going to be now we're the owners. Soon, we will have the best opera house in the universe!
Purple: WOOO! (hesitates and glances around a bit before saying in a quieter voice) But, uh, what about the rumors....?
Red: What rumors?
Purple: You know - the rumors the previous owners told up about the (dramatic pause) Phantom.
Red: (chortles) Yeah, right! Like there's a masked weirdo living in the abandoned labyrinths that just happen to be under the opera house. (starts to cackle)
Purple: (also beginning to cackle) Yeah, that's just stupid! (they laugh for a while longer, eventually doubling over and wiping tears from their eyes) The performance is about to start - let's go eat food!
(Red and Purple walk off the stage together. The audience begins to seat themselves, and Dib arrives. He sits in a balcony seat and begins to examine his program *is actually looking for Bigfoot.* He doesn't notice as a girl walks on the stage with a disgruntled expression on her face. She looks as if she hates being there, but begins to sing nonetheless)
Gaz: (singing) Think of me, think of me fondly when we said goodbye.....
(Dib looks up when he hears the voice and stares wide-eyed at the girl, who I might add is singing with both fists clenched. In once clenched fist she holds a scarf)
Gaz: (singing) Remember me once in a while. Please promise me you'll try. When you find that once again you long to take you heart back and be free - if you were to find that moment, spare a thought for me.
Dib: (grapples his head as if it is about to explode.) Could it be? Could it be GAZ?!? Man! I never thought I'd see her after she left home - and she's singing! (shuts his eyes as if in severe pain and then opens them again to stare at his long-lost sister) Singing good! Brain - can't - comprehend! (falls over.)
(All this while Gaz has continued singing. Yes, she is surprisingly good, but that doesn't mean she's happy doing this.)
Gaz: (singing) Promise me that sometimes you will think of me! (with this final line she finishes the song and storms off the stage as the audience explodes with cheers and applause.)
Dib: (finally recovering from his utter shock and horror) Gaz! This has got to be unnatural! (gets a determined look on his face) It's time to investigate!
(The scene changes so you see Gaz in her dressing room. Despite its wooden construction it looks amazingly like a trailer. She stands there, scowling, as a sickenly cute girl approaches wearing a pink ballet outfit.)
Girl: Oh Gaz, you did so well! Tell me, what is your secret? Who is your new tutor?
(Gaz walks to her dressing room door and glares at the girl. Scary music begins to oppress the air. The girl is frightened and runs away screaming. A hint of a smile, more of a smirk, passes Gaz's lips as she walks back into her dressing room.)
Gaz: (sitting on her bed, talking to herself) Dad once said that singing lessons might be good - might help with my respiratory system or something. I didn't really care - and I still don't! But if singing those (she cringes) songs will buy me games... (she shrugs as she picks up her GameSlave2 and begins to play.)
Zim: (hidden from view) Uhh! That filthy DIB human! He was here - and I just know he's going to stop the UNSTOPPABLE fist of the PHANTOM! Insolent BOY! Ignorant FOOL!
Gaz: (continuing to play her game) You're voice is making me sick!
Zim: (still unseen) YOU! You will not complain about my MAGNIFICANT voice! I am a genius! An almighty musical genius!
Gaz: Go away!
Zim: Have you forgotten? The better you sing, the more filthy Earth money you receive - you need my lessons, and oh, the lessons I will give!
Gaz: (sighs) Oh, fine. (sets down her GS2 and stands near her mirror with her hands placed impatiently on her hips.)
(Meanwhile, Dib is wandering outside Gaz's dressing room.) Gaz? (he tries to open the door, but it's locked.) Gaz!
(A sound is heard, as if someone is trying to push a button somewhere. There is some pounding and then silence.) The infernal trap door! Open to ZIM! I command you! (some more banging) Eh, er - (Zim gives up trying to open the trap door and smashes through the mirror, sending glass everywhere. He stands triumphantly at his accomplishment, wearing a white mask that only covers half his face and does not conceal his eyes. He is wearing a black cloak thing over his regular Invader outfit. He turns angrily to the broken glass on the floor and shakes his gloved fist.) Obey the mighty fist of the PHANTOM!
Dib: (still locked out, frantic at hearing someone break into Gaz's dressing room.) That was Zim's voice! (starts pounding on the door.) Gaz, let me in! Don't trust the phantom!
Zim: Eh? That was Dib! Filthy, interfering stinkbeast! We must FLEE! (he grabs a hold of Gaz's hand and pulls her into the mirror. Now they are deep under the opera house. They sort of sing while fleeing during this part.)
Gaz: (looking a little pissed as always, but willing enough.) (singing) In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name. And do I dream again, for now I find - the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind.
Zim: (in a menacing and commanding voice, trying to look as intimidating as possible while running/singing through the dark passageways) Sing once again with me, a strange duet. My POWER over you grows stronger yet! And though you turn from me to glance behind, the PHANTOM of the Opera is there, inside your mind.
Gaz: Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. Behind that mask you wear -
Zim: It's ME they hear!
Zim & Gaz: My spirit and my voice in one combined! The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your/my mind!
Zim: In all your fantasy (ahem, GS2) you always knew - that Irken and mystery -
Gaz: Were both in you! (points at him almost maliciously. Growls)
Zim & Gaz: And in this labyrinth where night is light, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your/my mind!
(They have now reached their destination. The underground lair looks suspiciously like Zim's laboratory, except there is an out-of-place looking organ smack dab in the middle of the room. Zim leaves Gaz's side and rushes over to it.)
Zim: The lesson begins! SING! I command you to SING! SING! My ANGEL of MUSIC!
Gaz: (giving him a funny look.) Angel? (rolls her eyes and begins to sing) He's there, the Phantom of the Opera!
Zim: (now playing on the organ) YES! SING! SING! (laughs maniacally) SING!
//Author's Note: Act 2 is soon to come. I'm not sure exactly where the Acts begin and end in the actual production - been years since I've seen it. However, this seems like a good place to stop considering Mom wants me to go to the grocery store.
Author's Note: I'm going to loosely follow the Broadway production version of Phantom of the Opera in this fic, totally disregarding the novel, although it's very good as well. Please excuse me if some characters seem a little OOC at times and if I don't exactly follow the plot of Phantom of the Opera - doing my best to work with both. ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Invader Zim or Phantom of the Opera.
Zim - the mysterious Phantom of the Opera
Red and Purple - the Almighty Owners of the Opera House
Tak - the prima donna
Gaz - opera singer (assuming she ran away from home and had to do SOMETHING to earn money for her new systems and games)
Dib - playing himself, actually
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Act 1
(You see Red and Purple standing center stage, each holding a brainfreezy and looking up at the ceiling at a gigantic, glimmering new chandelier. Let's give each a monocle, just for fun.)
Purple: (somewhat discontent) I don't like it!
Red: (giving Purple a sidelong glance) We didn't buy it so you could LIKE it! We bought it to show off how great this opera house is going to be now we're the owners. Soon, we will have the best opera house in the universe!
Purple: WOOO! (hesitates and glances around a bit before saying in a quieter voice) But, uh, what about the rumors....?
Red: What rumors?
Purple: You know - the rumors the previous owners told up about the (dramatic pause) Phantom.
Red: (chortles) Yeah, right! Like there's a masked weirdo living in the abandoned labyrinths that just happen to be under the opera house. (starts to cackle)
Purple: (also beginning to cackle) Yeah, that's just stupid! (they laugh for a while longer, eventually doubling over and wiping tears from their eyes) The performance is about to start - let's go eat food!
(Red and Purple walk off the stage together. The audience begins to seat themselves, and Dib arrives. He sits in a balcony seat and begins to examine his program *is actually looking for Bigfoot.* He doesn't notice as a girl walks on the stage with a disgruntled expression on her face. She looks as if she hates being there, but begins to sing nonetheless)
Gaz: (singing) Think of me, think of me fondly when we said goodbye.....
(Dib looks up when he hears the voice and stares wide-eyed at the girl, who I might add is singing with both fists clenched. In once clenched fist she holds a scarf)
Gaz: (singing) Remember me once in a while. Please promise me you'll try. When you find that once again you long to take you heart back and be free - if you were to find that moment, spare a thought for me.
Dib: (grapples his head as if it is about to explode.) Could it be? Could it be GAZ?!? Man! I never thought I'd see her after she left home - and she's singing! (shuts his eyes as if in severe pain and then opens them again to stare at his long-lost sister) Singing good! Brain - can't - comprehend! (falls over.)
(All this while Gaz has continued singing. Yes, she is surprisingly good, but that doesn't mean she's happy doing this.)
Gaz: (singing) Promise me that sometimes you will think of me! (with this final line she finishes the song and storms off the stage as the audience explodes with cheers and applause.)
Dib: (finally recovering from his utter shock and horror) Gaz! This has got to be unnatural! (gets a determined look on his face) It's time to investigate!
(The scene changes so you see Gaz in her dressing room. Despite its wooden construction it looks amazingly like a trailer. She stands there, scowling, as a sickenly cute girl approaches wearing a pink ballet outfit.)
Girl: Oh Gaz, you did so well! Tell me, what is your secret? Who is your new tutor?
(Gaz walks to her dressing room door and glares at the girl. Scary music begins to oppress the air. The girl is frightened and runs away screaming. A hint of a smile, more of a smirk, passes Gaz's lips as she walks back into her dressing room.)
Gaz: (sitting on her bed, talking to herself) Dad once said that singing lessons might be good - might help with my respiratory system or something. I didn't really care - and I still don't! But if singing those (she cringes) songs will buy me games... (she shrugs as she picks up her GameSlave2 and begins to play.)
Zim: (hidden from view) Uhh! That filthy DIB human! He was here - and I just know he's going to stop the UNSTOPPABLE fist of the PHANTOM! Insolent BOY! Ignorant FOOL!
Gaz: (continuing to play her game) You're voice is making me sick!
Zim: (still unseen) YOU! You will not complain about my MAGNIFICANT voice! I am a genius! An almighty musical genius!
Gaz: Go away!
Zim: Have you forgotten? The better you sing, the more filthy Earth money you receive - you need my lessons, and oh, the lessons I will give!
Gaz: (sighs) Oh, fine. (sets down her GS2 and stands near her mirror with her hands placed impatiently on her hips.)
(Meanwhile, Dib is wandering outside Gaz's dressing room.) Gaz? (he tries to open the door, but it's locked.) Gaz!
(A sound is heard, as if someone is trying to push a button somewhere. There is some pounding and then silence.) The infernal trap door! Open to ZIM! I command you! (some more banging) Eh, er - (Zim gives up trying to open the trap door and smashes through the mirror, sending glass everywhere. He stands triumphantly at his accomplishment, wearing a white mask that only covers half his face and does not conceal his eyes. He is wearing a black cloak thing over his regular Invader outfit. He turns angrily to the broken glass on the floor and shakes his gloved fist.) Obey the mighty fist of the PHANTOM!
Dib: (still locked out, frantic at hearing someone break into Gaz's dressing room.) That was Zim's voice! (starts pounding on the door.) Gaz, let me in! Don't trust the phantom!
Zim: Eh? That was Dib! Filthy, interfering stinkbeast! We must FLEE! (he grabs a hold of Gaz's hand and pulls her into the mirror. Now they are deep under the opera house. They sort of sing while fleeing during this part.)
Gaz: (looking a little pissed as always, but willing enough.) (singing) In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name. And do I dream again, for now I find - the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind.
Zim: (in a menacing and commanding voice, trying to look as intimidating as possible while running/singing through the dark passageways) Sing once again with me, a strange duet. My POWER over you grows stronger yet! And though you turn from me to glance behind, the PHANTOM of the Opera is there, inside your mind.
Gaz: Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. Behind that mask you wear -
Zim: It's ME they hear!
Zim & Gaz: My spirit and my voice in one combined! The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your/my mind!
Zim: In all your fantasy (ahem, GS2) you always knew - that Irken and mystery -
Gaz: Were both in you! (points at him almost maliciously. Growls)
Zim & Gaz: And in this labyrinth where night is light, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your/my mind!
(They have now reached their destination. The underground lair looks suspiciously like Zim's laboratory, except there is an out-of-place looking organ smack dab in the middle of the room. Zim leaves Gaz's side and rushes over to it.)
Zim: The lesson begins! SING! I command you to SING! SING! My ANGEL of MUSIC!
Gaz: (giving him a funny look.) Angel? (rolls her eyes and begins to sing) He's there, the Phantom of the Opera!
Zim: (now playing on the organ) YES! SING! SING! (laughs maniacally) SING!
//Author's Note: Act 2 is soon to come. I'm not sure exactly where the Acts begin and end in the actual production - been years since I've seen it. However, this seems like a good place to stop considering Mom wants me to go to the grocery store.