Disclaimer:  I don't own Les Miserables or Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup or anything for that matter.

Chapter 3

            A postal worker came up to Enjolras and handed him a package.  

"This is from your mother," the postal worker muttered.  Enjolras reluctantly opened it and glanced at what was inside.  He turned bright red, quickly closed it, and ran off behind a tree where no one could see him.  He opened the box again and looked at his old Boo Boo Bear, and a thermos with something warm inside.  He found a letter and read it:

Dear my little Enjy,

           

            You forgot your Boo Boo Bear!  I know you can never sleep without him, so I decided to send him to you.  I also sent some of your favorite Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup!  Eat it quickly so it will stay warm.  Now then, how are you doing out there?  I hope you are playing nice with the other little boys.  I don't want to be a fuss, but I couldn't help but to notice that you never cleaned your room like I told you.  Please come back tonight and clean it.  It shouldn't take too long.  Don't make me come get you.  I'll give you more soup too.

                                                                                    Love,

                                                                                        Mommy

            "Mother. . ." whined Enjolras under his breath.  Tonight was probably going to be the first battle.  He wasn't going to miss it because he was cleaning his room.  And he hadn't slept with his Boo Boo Bear in years!  All right, months.  All right, days!  But a lot of days!  Anyway, he decided to just ignore the letter.  He put the package inside the hollow log he had sat on and walked away.  He saw the postal worker was still there, eyeing everyone suspiciously and recognized him. 

            "Hello Javert," he said to him.  Javert jumped and looked at him.

            "Blast!  My identity has been revealed!" exclaimed Javert.

            "Next time, why don't you try disguising yourself?" suggested Enjolras.

            "That is brilliance!" exclaimed Javert.  "Anyways, I am looking for escaped convict 24601.  His name is Jean Valjean.  Let me get his picture for you."  He took out his wallet and rummaged through the pictures. 

            "You keep a picture of this guy in your wallet?" questioned Enjolras.  Javert turned bright red. 

            "Well, um, no, um, well, yes, well, um, it's strictly for business purposes," he stuttered.  "Here's the um, picture."  He showed Enjolras a picture of a middle-aged man with his shirt off.

             "Never seen him before," said Enjolras. 

            "Blast!" exclaimed Javert.  "And he was such a good lover too!  I mean, um, um, um.  I have to go!"  He ran off, but dropped his wallet.  He ran back to Enjolras and picked it up.  "I bid you farewell, monsieur," he said.  Then he ran off again.  Enjolras shuddered at the thought of Javert and some old guy in a bed together, then went off to continue working on the barricade.  

A/N:  This chapter was basically just to entertain the few readers I have.  Plot is coming in the next chapter, but I have to sort out a few minor details so it might be a few days.  Please review!!!