Disclaimer: Uh…why do I do this? I have made it quite clear I do not own Phantom of the Opera, nor do I own Nightmare Before Christmas, Maximum Ride, Ghost Whisperer, or Stephen King. Yet.

Unless you have the brain of a turnip, you've noticed I have a new parody. Phantom of the Kindergarden. It's pretty stupid, but it seemed to get a good reaction, so I am actually continuing it.

But do not fear, my loyal fans! Forbidden Questions will continue as planned, but the chapters might be a little later then they usually come. Mrs. Watkins is being a natzi and giving us project after project.

Now, if you're reading this next part, you're probably just burning time until I make a new chapter. It's the review thanking section!

FemmeLoki: Ha-ha, yes, you were leader. You actually have a whip? Creepy. And since you were the leader, I decided to give other people the cuddling of Erik privilege. Fair deal.

Veng made me go see Flicka. It's the freakin saddest movie.

Serey: Ello new fan! Thanks for loving my story, I try to be funny.

Kloolk: I figured I owed my fans something. The Masquerade scene was only a few people, and not that many got to snuggle with Erik. So there we have it, a chapter for all you guys out there!

And for the record, as of the very instant, Kloolk is currently the Master Reviewer! She has one more review then my buddy FemmeLoki.

Supergirrl: Oh yes, the allusive Dominique. I'm glad you enjoyed the preview.

PhantomoftheBasket: Yay, I made her happy! And please send in questions, I do enjoy seeing what things you guys think up.

Staremerald: Looks like I got another fan, guys! Thanks for the compliment, my job is to be funny.

Now, I said before, it was Veng's birthday on Halloween. Well, at her little 'party', after Flicka (-sobs-), the mall, about three hours of gossiping, and Insane and I forcing them to watch Nightmare Before Christmas (-screams of "THE FLUFF! IT BURNS!"-), we watched a little bit of PotO just to laugh at it. And suddenly, I had an answer to a requested question…

What is in the tainted bottle Erik gives Carlotta?

(Warning: Slightly OOC Madame Giry due to…you'll see)

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The screen erupted into a rather girly evil giggle, and you twitch. You have currently been flipping through channels, and paused briefly on The Nightmare Before Christmas. But then you watched as a freaking skeleton who's legs put together are more then the height of his entire body laugh like a little girl, blowing up a string of Christmas lights, you decide to change the channel.

"Welcome back to Interview With Weird People!" the screen claimed, and you're interested for a moment until you realize it's a re-run interview with Raoul. You continue flipping channels until you find channel –604. The BlackTippedRose channel. An episode of Phantom of the Kindergarden? has just ended, and Forbidden Questions is beginning.

The useless reviews and creator's notes flash by like obnoxious credits, and finally the question is plastered on the screen. You groan, wondering what awful things that stupid crazy girl could do to Erik this time around.

But you decide to watch anyway.

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"Sheep!" Madame Giry cried in disbelief, pacing around the Phantom's lair. Her obvious agitation towards the task of the next opera was growing.

"They need sheep for Il Muto! Can you believe that?" She turned to Erik, who was standing in front of his little opera play-house-like creation, tinkering with the little figurines. He was humming something under his breath, stroking the cheek of the Christine head and smiling like a complete idiot.

"You're…not listening, are you, Monsieur?"

Madame Giry sighed as her friend continued to basically drool over the doll. She hated to torment him again, but he just put himself in these positions.

Pulling the stopwatch out of her pocket, she flicked back her braid and leaned on her cane slightly. She glanced at the lake.

No, that's cruel. Thought our favorite cane-wielding ballet instructor. She walked over and stood in front of a wall.

"Look!" she exclaimed, taking a quick step back to get out the line of fire. "It's Mademoiselle Daae!"

According to Madame Giry's stopwatch, .2 milliseconds later, Erik was plastered against the wall, in the most awkward position imaginable.

Her smile widened. "A new record!" she grinned, watching Erik slowly turn his head to glare at his friend. His precious mask had a slight chip in it, and the look on his face claimed that she would be the one to fix it.

"Don't you have to go get ready for that stupid 'Too Many Letters' song or something?" he grumbled while turning around and leaning on the wall.

Madame Giry consulted her imaginary watch. "No, I have about fifteen more minutes. Why?"

"Because I'm about to concoct an evil potion of sorts that will poison that hen Carlotta."

"That's all?" she asked, and Erik stared with his jaw open.

"Alright. What did those girls do to you?"

"Nothing!" Madame Giry smiled. "One of them just gave me this nice brown beverage, and suddenly I'm more energetic and awake then ever!"

Erik stared a little longer, but he couldn't think of what they spiked the drink with.

"So what are you going to do to her?"

"Make her sound like the fat, ugly, warty freak she is."

"What did she do to Christine this time?"

Erik twitched slightly, crossing his arms and pouting again. "She called Chrissie a toad."

Madame Giry tried to be compassionate. "So because she called Christine a toad, you're going to make her sound like one?"

"Yes. It's completely fair."

The woman sighed heavily and Erik added something under his breath. "And then I'll kill Joseph say something if you disagree."

Since Madame Giry did not hear, she could not deny him. So in a sort of evil twisted way, she just granted him permission to kill that stupid drunkard.

"Speak up if I'm not allowed to kill the fop," he whispered almost silently.

"No killing Monsieur Raoul, Erik."

His jaw dropped. "How did you hear that!?"

"I have selective hearing. My ears are trained to focus in when you're talking about killing Christine's soon-to-be fiancé."

Erik growled by sheer instinct. Then he went back to business. "Okay. Mind doing me a favor?"

"Yes," she answered instantly, but he ignored her.

"One of the little phangirls dropped a book. Hairy Pottery or something or the sort. It's a book about magic and potions, and I'm sure in their world they have a potion to make Carlotta sound like a toad."

Madame Giry stared at him. "So…you want me to go willingly get one of the phangirls, set her free in another world just so you can get some sort of poison?"

Erik was back, playing with his little dolls. He started humming the Letters song, waiting for the camera to flick on and for him to sing his part and do a flashback where he is writing the letters.

"Basically." The phantom waved off his friend. "Good luck!"

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You scowl as the television program takes a commercial break. A bunch of stupid politic commercials come on, due to the fact voting is coming up. The old people are dissing each other at the stupid attempt at being Senate, even though you're probably too young to vote anyway.

You mute the TV and lay down on your sofa, but suddenly due the fact you got no sleep last night, you fall asleep.

Your dreams are a chaotic mix of many things. Erik is there, swooshing his cape. He shrivels inside out and becomes a creepy skeleton, who walks across a street and up to Christine. His impossibly long and bony fingers touch her cheek, and she turns into a car and then runs Erik/Jack down and continues down the driveway to kill other people.

These bird kids come swooping out of the sky, followed by a woman with black hair yelling for them to cross-over into the light. One of the birds, the eldest female, screamed for her to get a life.

Due to this obviously insane dream, you miss what happens next. But when you wake up three hours later and re-runs are playing, you frown. But then you shrug. The question was answered. It's a Harry Potter potion, simple enough. You decide to watch CSI now. Because people die, and you feel like watching someone blow up.

And outside, the car in your garage starts suddenly and prepares to drive through the house and kill you.

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A/N: Wow. I was obviously very bored.

A gold star to whoever figured out that Madame Giry was given coffee.

Dream explanation: There was Erik from Phantom, obviously, then the skeleton was Jack from Nightmare Before Christmas, then the car was from the Stephen King book Christine which is about some crazy car that kills people. Uhh, the bird people are Max and the Flock from Maximum Ride, and the woman is Melinda from Ghost Whisperer.

Come on people, you know I want 100 reviews. You know I'll be the happiest person in the world. Coommmeee ooonnnn!