Disclaimer: If you wondering, which I doubt you are, I still don't own the Moulin Rouge or Cinderella
A/N: Thanks Satine, for your support and your help with everything. I know you didn't really help me with this story, but, I just thought I should thank you!!
Please review guys, even if you don't like it. Just, please, don't leave mean flames!! If you don't like it, leave constructive criticism!!
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As Christian was now doing ANOTHER job for the Duke, the quirky Bohemians thought of a plan to make sure that Christian would be happy for the rest of his life. They were hunched up in their garret, above Christian's, and talked quietly, so the Duke would not here them.
"Maybe we could tie him up and beat him up and throw him out of Babylon!" Satie said.
"No, we can't do that! We want him to be HAPPY, remember?" Toulouse replied sternly.
"Maybe we can put him in a chicken suit, send him running around town yelling 'Remember the Alamo!'," Audrey exclaimed excitedly.
"Good plan, but, where are we goin to get a chicken swuit?" Toulouse pondered.
"I Have it! We could get him a meeting with the Sparkling Diamond and they could fall in love!" The Doctor shouted excitedly.
"SHHHHHHHHH! That is the worst pwan I heard yet! Why don't we jwust drwess him up and take him to de special can-can party at the Moulin Rouge?" Toulouse asked. Everyone shook their heads.
Meanwhile, Christian sighed as he held his broom in his hand. He swept all over the floor, making sure to get dust on the Duke's shoes every time he passed.
The quirky bohemians came down from their loft.
"Chwristian! Have you decided to write the storwy yet?"
Christian shook his head.
"Twry and finish it! We have a party to go to!" Toulouse called as they headed down to go to Bar Absinthe.
"Aw man! I new I should have said Chucky Cheese please!"
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Toulouse ended their trip to Bar Absinthe early in order to have enough time to buy Christian a beautiful dress to wear to the can-can party at the Moulin Rouge. Satie wanted a light blue one, Toulouse wanted a hot pink one, The narcoleptic Argentinean wanted a yellow one, but, when they saw the Doctor's choice, they went with that; a neon orange one with bright, pink, fluffy bows trimming the shoulders and gray hem completing the train. It was the most beautiful dress they had ever seen.
The quirky Bohemians went home and met Christian, who had finally completed his work.
"Chwristian! We have the pwerfect dwress for you!!" Toulouse yelled, holding up the neon orange dress. A wide smile spread across Christian's face.
"Great! I am going to go and try it on right now!" Christian hurried off and put the dress on. Meanwhile, the bohemians had composed another song.
Christians going to the ball
WOO HOOO
Christian's going to the ball
WOO HOOO
He's going to dance with them all
WOO HOOO
And buy a dress at the mall
WOO HOOO
Christian's going to the ball
WOO HOOO!
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MORE TO COME…………………………
(Satine WILL be in the next chapter!!)