Disclaimer: I got sued for stuffing Meg in a bag…so I had to let her go. No fun. I, V, and me thought this chapter up after a while. 'I' would be Insane, my good buddy and co-creator of this wonderful fanfic. Her, Vengie, and I are proud to present the next chapter…after I thank my reviewers!

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(Insanity and Vengie don't count 'cuz they helped create the story and they're actually in it.)

Say it all you want. I already know. Mme. Giry and Meg are in my stories more then Christine…oh my gawd I've never put Christine in here! Oh, and you gotta read Carlotta's stuff in her accent.

Alright. The story you are about to read may be so stupid it causes you to die or laugh so hard you cry. It's very cracky, and includes our two favorite phangirls with their bestest buddy! Just review.

This one took a while to notice.

Why do Erik, Meg, and Raoul wear the same outfit?

(White low-cut lacy shirt and tight black pants)

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"What do you mean you ran out of cloth?" Madame Giry stormed, glaring at the costume designer. The odd Paris man bowed deeply.

"I am sorry, but Mademoiselle Christine and Signora Carlotta's dresses took up too much cloth," he apologized, jerking his head briefly towards the two woman in dresses. There were two girls scurrying around them, making adjustments to the dresses.

"I hate this dress! It-a classes with my eyes!" Carlotta thundered to the familiar 15-year-old who was sewing on way too many sequins to the back of her bodice for the Hannibal dress.

"You requested this dress," hissed the teen through clenched teeth, 'accidentally' jabbing her with the needle.

"AHHHHHH!" she screamed, whirling around and knocking about 17 fashion designers down with her dress train. Only Veng, the 15-year-old, wasn't nearly killed.

"No! You said those things would stop happening! Well, until you stop that, this thing does not happen!" Carlotta turned around and stormed away, still yelling. "Bring my doggy and my boxy!"

"For the love of God WHAT IS YOUR BOXY!" Veng yelled, stomping after her.

Madame Giry blinked. Wasn't that the girl that I knocked out with my cane?

"Give it five minutes," Antonio, the man talking to Mme. Giry. "She'll be back because her doggy's in the other room."

Christine was talking with the small girl who was adding black lace to her 'Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again' dress.

"Are you one of the ballet girls, little child?" she asked quietly. Rose, the small girl, shook her head.

"Nah. You have a really weird choice of clothing, ma'am. Very black and low-cut," Rose mumbled, getting distracted by the blackness and pricking her finger.

"Didn't I tell you to hire three girls to help?" Mme. Giry growled, ignoring the child and older girl.

"We…erm…did. Our other girl's…well….with your daughter Meg."

"Where are they?"

He pointed back behind Madame Giry, towards the two girls. One was Meg, in her Point of No Return dress and the other was a 13-year-old who looked absolutely psychotic.

"How is it that you can wear this incredibly slutty is dress and still look amazingly pure and innocent?" she asked idly, helping the blonde female tie yet another ribbon back in her hair.

"It's an amazing talent that all female Giry's have when they are young," she replied proudly.

"So…what shall we do?" the older Giry asked, now done staring at her daughter's dress in a motherly disapproving way.

"We have enough cloth to make one pair of pants and three shirts."

"Gross, does that mean I'll have to wear the same clothing as Erik?" Meg cried, seeming disgusted.

"Mademoiselle, both yours and Christine's dresses are made from Monsieur Destler's cape."

As soon as she said those words, the door burst open and there stood four thousand girls. They weren't Mary-Sues. Just normal rabid phangirls.

"The dresses are made from Erik's clothing?" the one in front asked. Antonio nodded slowly.

"GET IT!" they screamed, running over and tackling down the two women. Rose let out a shrill scream as she was completely flattened by the phangirls.

"Squirt! You stupid child, you're not allowed to get killed otherwise this story will never finish!" Insane yelled, dodging backwards to not get dog-piled.

"DARNIT, HOW DID THEY GET OUT!"

Insane, Madame Giry, and Antonio turned to see a furious 15-year-old in the doorway.

"YOU STUPID PHANGIRLS, LISTEN TO ME!" she yelled, flushed and foaming at the mouth. They turned around and stared at her, and she began breathing again.

"I…have your Ghosty," she said with a smirk, holding up a tied-up, upside-down man with a white mask.

"PHANTOM!" they squealed, crawling off the two opera performers and crushed child to run the other teenager.

"Ya want him? Do ya want him?" she said, like talking to them like they were dogs. When they all lolled their tongues and nodded frantically, the second-youngest spoke up.

"I cannot believe you girls like him!" Insane called, causing everyone to stare at her. Even Erik.

"Dude. Phantom. You aren't sexy. At all," she said, rolling her eyes and flicking back her long dark chocolate hair.

This actually caused everyone in the room to shut down. No one ever calls Erik un-sexy. But before the phangirls could kill her, she continued.

"You have severe issues from a so-called "gypsy" incident; you've been obsessed with a very young chorus girl who you've been stalking since she was a child even though you are like….Mrs. Giry's age; and dude," Insane paused to walk over to her best friend and take the mask for his face.

Instantly, the phangirls gasped and fainted. Along with the fashion designers. Now the only conscious ones were Madame Giry, Meg, Christine, the un-fazed Veng and Insane, and a slowly-inflating Rose.

"Nice sunburn, dude," Insane smirked. "It goes great when you're trying to rip-off the Howl outfit."

Erik could only gape upside-down at the young teen. "T-the what outfit?"

"The. Howl. Outfit. Come on Mr. Masky Dude, you cannot tell me you never saw Howl's Moving Castle. That was like, the hottest anime movie in the world!"

Veng groaned. "Hey In, we're not only in Paris or something, but we're like….200 years before America gets anime. And you are confusing Monsieur Destler, so shut it!"

"No anime? Dude, no wonder all this place has is lame operas!"

Madame Giry blinked, narrowed her eyes, and walked over. "Drink this," she commanded, handing the 13-year-old a whiskey container.

"Say what? Lady, I'm like, underage," she said, adjusting the sunglasses on her forehead.

"Yeah, well, uh, dude, drink it." She forced it into her hands. Insane shrugged and drank some while Meg nearly had a heart-attack because of her mother's grammar.

"Excuse me," Erik grumbled. Veng looked down.

"Let me go or I will not only punjab you, but I will tear out your spleen and eat it raw."

She obliged, letting him go back and backing away. She was going to walk over to Insane, but there was a small problem.

You see, Insane gave it to Meg, who drank some then gave it to Christine, who drank some and gave it to Carlotta who came back just to drink it, and she finished it off.

So now we have four drunk females, arm-in-arm, trying to do a very tipsy can-can while singing the Llama song so horribly that it could make Drunke-oke proud.

"I wassss once a ttwwwweeeeee-house, I lived in cake, but I never ssssaw-ed the way the ORRAANNGEEEYYY ssssslayed the raake!"

Veng instantly covered Rose's eyes, muttering something about 'protecting a young persons sanity'.

Erik tapped Veng's shoulder. She turned slowly.

"You're the teenager Madame Giry knocked out with her cane, correct?"

She nodded timidly, and he gave off the milk-curdling smirk. The ones he uses before he punjabs someone.

"Well, I'd hate to break tradition!" The Phantom snatched Madame Giry's cane away, waited for her to fall flat on her face, then took a stance like a baseball player and sung out, hitting the back of her neck and knocking her out.

Rose stared in horror, ignoring the three (Carlotta passed out) drunk girls now into their fourth encore, but Erik simply dropped the cane next to Madame Giry.

The woman stood up, towering over the small child. "Little girl…" she growled in a threatening tone.

"…You aren't going to knock me out because I wrote this, are you?" squeaked the little girl.

"Oh no!" she reassured, allowing Rose to let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm going to knock you out because you always leave us with unconscious phangirls to deal with."

And with that, the ivory cane came crashing down and Rose's world went black in a shower of pretty little sparkles…

"IT AAAAALLLLL FLOATSSSS IN THE EEENNNDD!"

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A/N: Holy fish…that kinda makes sense, right? I mean, THEY ALL WEAR THE SAME OUTFIT! Which does actually looks like the outfit Howl wears in Howl's Moving Castle.

Tehe, making my best friend go drunk is fun! –giggle- Oh, and I am not writing another chapter until I reach 15 reviews. So review, even if all you say is that I'm on crack for asking you guys to review!