A/N- No, Cosette isn't flying the plane… but now it's time for me to fill in my first plothole with BS, guys, so I hope you enjoy.

GizmoBunny- Now I have a mental image of Enjolras standing in the Musain, waving his red tablecloth… but all of Les Amis are just staring at his crotch and the fanny-pack-esque pocket above it… Thanks for that.

pottersweetie- Who knows how long it'll be between updates… that's up to my Muse, I guess. Ideally, about one a week…

Maddicake- Javert's character does seem to distort into comedy better than all the rest, which is convenient, since he's so popular hereabouts.

Princess Pajamas- (mental image of Cosette trying to find her butt with a flashlight, two hands, and Toussaint) . . . oh dear.

runningincircles- Have no fear, drowning isn't on the Mizzies' agenda… yet. Even Javert's.

Kates Master's Sister- (obeys)

mabeuf- I do thank you kindly! I'm still convinced that I'll never be able to top Into the Streets, but I'm warming up to the genre. As soon as I rescue them I'll attempt to have hilarity ensue…

Steven Kodaly- With MysticalChinchilla as my muse, I shall take it upon myself to have gags and inanity run rampant… soon.

Madame Enjolras- I only hate… about… half of Charmer. The rest of it I still think is pretty good. But I also originally wrote Mizzies at the Park about five and a half years ago, so I guess I could technically cut myself a little slack…

Chorus girl 24601- There's a pretty good chance she'll pop up sooner or later. I'm making this up as I go along, just so you know, so reviews are pretty likely to influence which direction I take…


Everyone had lost their balance; Sarah plummeted down the aisle as though it had been transformed into a deadly slide, only stopping as her entire body crashed into the door to the cockpit, which sprang open.

There were two chairs at the front of the plane, and both were empty.

Remembering her brother's video game "Flight Simulator"—which she always tended to lose—Sarah seized one of the steering-wheel type things and jerked it upwards. She fancied she could feel the angle of the floor decreasing slightly, but through the windows at the front of the cockpit she was now able to see the individual waves in the ocean below.

And then she saw a giant red button on the dashboard with this wonderful word: Autopilot.

Sarah slapped the button with both hands, then waited for order to restore.

To her right, she began to hear a soft hissing noise.

Turning slowly, Sarah saw a giant doll balloon with a foolish grin on its face inflating to the size of a man. Its plastic hands reached forward and seized the controls. The plane was immediately righted.

Sarah furrowed her brow, then stumbled back out of the cockpit, closing the door behind her.

She was in a plane, flown by an inflatable man, somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. All of the passengers had disappeared, and in their place were either the best actors she'd ever seen or characters from an old French novel. Sarah was the only normal passenger aboard.

As she returned to first class, Sarah passed Javert, who had somehow kept hold of Jean Valjean's ankle throughout their near death experience, and was now dragging him up the aisle in search of a makeshift holding cell that would do until they reached a real police station. Valjean was shouting euphemisms at a pretty young girl who must be Cosette, explaining that he had forgotten to have tea with the nice man, and they'd be right back. He even promised to bring her a crumpet. As for Cosette, she seemed pleased with this explanation, and, letting her surrogate father be dragged away, timidly approached Sarah.

"Excuse me," she said softly, "but have you seen a young man with dark hair and—"

"Marius?" Sarah interrupted. "No. I've seen Montparnasse, though. He's pretty hot. You two would be cute together."

And she seized Cosette's arm and dragged her back to business class, shoving her bodily at the flower of the underworld, before returning to the front of the plane with the intention of rescuing Valjean.

As she reentered first class, she caught a glimpse of Javert stuffing Valjean into the bathroom and took a few purposeful steps in that direction. Suddenly, the luggage rack near her head flew open and a something fell out onto her back, knocking her to the ground. She turned to shove the suitcase back into its compartment, absolutely vexed at this point, but saw that the weight on her back was not baggage, but a dirty little boy.

"Gavroche, I presume?"

The boy grinned, scrambled to his feet and, with incredible agility, climbed back up into the luggage rack, pulling the door shut behind him.

When Sarah looked up again, Javert was gone and the flight attendants' cart had been pushed against the door to the bathroom.

"Oh!" she shouted, hoping the lawman could hear her, "Now you can move the cart!"

And, turning on her heel, she stamped back to the business class, where a very strange sight met her eyes.