Christine was striding down a sunny street in Paris on a nice crisp day,
her only thought was of her boyfriend; Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny. Ooh, he
was a handsome hunk o'something, and she was MADLY in love with him.
"I wonder," Christine wondered to herself as she passed a happy couple on her way to her boyfriend's house, "how Raoul came to be so handsome? And also how," she wondered again, "I came across such a perfect guy?"
As she pondered thoughtfully about all of this, she continued to walk easily to Raoul's house. She knew the way quite well now, and even though she was lost in her thinking, she habitually took the route she always took... across the park. Although, as well as she knew the way, she had no way of memorizing the way people were walking, and she suddenly crashed headlong into a passerby.
"Excuse me," Christine said kindly, but when she looked to the person she had run into, she scowled and was overcome with a sense of grotesqueness at the wanderer. "Ew!" She cried, "Wash your hair, buddy! And clip some of those overhanging nose hairs, that's absolutely disgusting!" She shoved haughtily past the unkempt man and stuck up her nose the whole way 'til her boyfriend's house.
Christine rapped on the sturdy wooden door of Raoul's abode, rocking back and forth to keep from becoming bored.
The door opened with a heavy thud, and there bore the cheery pretty boy. "Hallo Christine!" He said, opening his arms for a hug. Christine gave him one and smiled. "Would you like to come in?" Raoul offered.
"Very much," Christine replied softly. Raoul led her into the kitchen where there was tea set up for them. A servant helped Christine into her chair.
"I'm so glad we could get together this fine afternoon," Raoul said calmly. "I'd really like to sit and chat for a while, wouldn't you?" Christine nodded, sipping her tea. "You know, just yesterday I found a shop that made the most wonderful bouquets, flowers are really pretty, aren't they? I mean - I'm sure most people adore flowers, you just can't help it, they're much too beautiful.. come to think of it, they remind me of you..." Raoul continued to blabber like this for well over twenty minutes before Christine finally stopped him because she had begun to nod off to sleep with her cup still in her hand.
"Raoul, dear, where is the bathroom? I must insist on using it," Christine said.
"Up the stairs, first door you see on the right," Raoul directed, pointing towards the staircase.
"Thank you," Christine said, wiping her mouth with the tip of her napkin and standing abruptly. As she jumped up the stairs, a couple of mice watched her...
"George, what dirt do we have on this fellowess?" One mouse peeped to his buddy mouse, George. Both watched from the railing, wearing high-tech binocular gadety thingos.
"Well, Benny," George replied humbly in a strong English accent, "She really is a rotten one. Human, I mean. They're all rotten if you ask me, but this one is especially. She's so blinded by outward appearance that she doesn't realize that her boyfriend's a dip and that the man she scowled earlier at was really a hoaky, psycho, belly dancer... actually, I'm really glad she DIDN'T ever find that out... that wasn't a very good example... I'm going to shut up now."
Benny bopped his friend on the head with a fuzzy little paw and said, "Yes, that would be nice."
"Let's go tell Piper we found new bait," George suggested, and they bounded off without being noticed by Christine, who finally made it to the top of the long staircase.
"First door on the right..." Christine muttered, walking right past it. "Ooh... Raoul's bedroom..." she snuck quietly into her boyfriend's room, snooping around to see what he had in there.
Piper was under the bed, and quickly, George and Benny told him Christine's dirt.
"Lunacy!" Piper squealed in horror, "This girl is a spoiled little brat! A snob! I could go ON!" George and Benny both grabbed Piper by a paw to calm him down.
"It's okay, you know the plan. We've done this hundreds of times before, if not, maybe twenty.. or maybe just TWENT... ah well, forget it, we're going to positions," Benny said, nodding his head and inconspicuously scurrying towards the dumbwaiter with George behind Christine's back.
"Hmm.." Christine said, studying a picture on Raoul's wall. "That nude girl looks miraculously like me..." she bent over to take a closer look, but one hard shove from Piper and she was down in the dumbwaiter.
"Ahhhhh!!" Christine shouted all the way down to the kitchen before getting the wind knocked out of her. "Oof!" She huffed before passing out.
Twelve and a half minutes later, Christine awoke in the middle of the dumbwaiter's shaft, and sitting on the cramped little shelf. "Help!" She yelled, but Raoul was asleep by now, so it was of no use.
"Hello," George squeaked from the wall in front of Christine.
"Aiiiiiieeeekkkk!" Christine shouted in panic, "A mouse talked! It just talked!"
George sighed. "Yes, IT just talked.. now-"
"AHHHHHHH!!!!!" Christine batted at George, knotting his fur.
"Would you stop screaming?" George cried, wiping his fur back to it's normal position. "I'm here to help you."
"Huh?" Christine put her hands in her lap. "Why do I need help?"
"You're a blinded idiot," George said simply.
"Yes," Benny shouted down from the top of the shaft, "a blinded idiot!"
"Hey!" Christine protested.
"Hay is for horses, fellowess," George answered calmly. "The point is, you can only see people for their outward appearance. I can help you to see the inner beauty of humans."
"You can?" Christine asked meekly.
"Well... not ME personally... but Piper can," George muttered.
"Is Piper the one on the top of the shaft?" Christine asked.
"Naw, Piper's the one that pushed you into the dumbwaiter."
"Argh! So I was pushed!" Christine shouted.
"Yes, yes, but that's not the point," George said exasperated.
"Not the point!" Benny echoed, "So George old friend, what IS the point then?"
"You know as well as I you stupid git!" George cried in a moment of frustration, banging his paws on the wall.
"What is it?" Christine asked anxiously.
"You don't want to know," George answered devilishly.
"Hey, Piper, that's your cue," Benny informed the unseen mouse.
"What? Cue? What's going on!?" Christine demanded, struggling to move the dumbwaiter. "Why won't this thing move?"
"It will only MOVE when we WANT it to move," George said slyly.
"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Christine huffed.
"I... dunno," George said even more mysteriously.
Another mouse poked his head into Christine's view. "Hi," he said, "I'm Piper."
"I'm Christine," the girl replied.
"Count to three," Piper demanded.
"Why?" Christine asked.
"Just count to three, dammit, you're ruining my entrance!" Piper growled maniacally.
"All right, all right," Christine said quickly. "One... two... three!"
"Jeronimo!" Piper yelled, jumping down the shaft.
"Eek!" Christine cried as the mouse landed on her. And the last thing she remembered was Piper biting into her shoulder. Then everything went black.
A/N: Fuuuun first chapter! Should I continue this? Please tell me in a review! :)
"I wonder," Christine wondered to herself as she passed a happy couple on her way to her boyfriend's house, "how Raoul came to be so handsome? And also how," she wondered again, "I came across such a perfect guy?"
As she pondered thoughtfully about all of this, she continued to walk easily to Raoul's house. She knew the way quite well now, and even though she was lost in her thinking, she habitually took the route she always took... across the park. Although, as well as she knew the way, she had no way of memorizing the way people were walking, and she suddenly crashed headlong into a passerby.
"Excuse me," Christine said kindly, but when she looked to the person she had run into, she scowled and was overcome with a sense of grotesqueness at the wanderer. "Ew!" She cried, "Wash your hair, buddy! And clip some of those overhanging nose hairs, that's absolutely disgusting!" She shoved haughtily past the unkempt man and stuck up her nose the whole way 'til her boyfriend's house.
Christine rapped on the sturdy wooden door of Raoul's abode, rocking back and forth to keep from becoming bored.
The door opened with a heavy thud, and there bore the cheery pretty boy. "Hallo Christine!" He said, opening his arms for a hug. Christine gave him one and smiled. "Would you like to come in?" Raoul offered.
"Very much," Christine replied softly. Raoul led her into the kitchen where there was tea set up for them. A servant helped Christine into her chair.
"I'm so glad we could get together this fine afternoon," Raoul said calmly. "I'd really like to sit and chat for a while, wouldn't you?" Christine nodded, sipping her tea. "You know, just yesterday I found a shop that made the most wonderful bouquets, flowers are really pretty, aren't they? I mean - I'm sure most people adore flowers, you just can't help it, they're much too beautiful.. come to think of it, they remind me of you..." Raoul continued to blabber like this for well over twenty minutes before Christine finally stopped him because she had begun to nod off to sleep with her cup still in her hand.
"Raoul, dear, where is the bathroom? I must insist on using it," Christine said.
"Up the stairs, first door you see on the right," Raoul directed, pointing towards the staircase.
"Thank you," Christine said, wiping her mouth with the tip of her napkin and standing abruptly. As she jumped up the stairs, a couple of mice watched her...
"George, what dirt do we have on this fellowess?" One mouse peeped to his buddy mouse, George. Both watched from the railing, wearing high-tech binocular gadety thingos.
"Well, Benny," George replied humbly in a strong English accent, "She really is a rotten one. Human, I mean. They're all rotten if you ask me, but this one is especially. She's so blinded by outward appearance that she doesn't realize that her boyfriend's a dip and that the man she scowled earlier at was really a hoaky, psycho, belly dancer... actually, I'm really glad she DIDN'T ever find that out... that wasn't a very good example... I'm going to shut up now."
Benny bopped his friend on the head with a fuzzy little paw and said, "Yes, that would be nice."
"Let's go tell Piper we found new bait," George suggested, and they bounded off without being noticed by Christine, who finally made it to the top of the long staircase.
"First door on the right..." Christine muttered, walking right past it. "Ooh... Raoul's bedroom..." she snuck quietly into her boyfriend's room, snooping around to see what he had in there.
Piper was under the bed, and quickly, George and Benny told him Christine's dirt.
"Lunacy!" Piper squealed in horror, "This girl is a spoiled little brat! A snob! I could go ON!" George and Benny both grabbed Piper by a paw to calm him down.
"It's okay, you know the plan. We've done this hundreds of times before, if not, maybe twenty.. or maybe just TWENT... ah well, forget it, we're going to positions," Benny said, nodding his head and inconspicuously scurrying towards the dumbwaiter with George behind Christine's back.
"Hmm.." Christine said, studying a picture on Raoul's wall. "That nude girl looks miraculously like me..." she bent over to take a closer look, but one hard shove from Piper and she was down in the dumbwaiter.
"Ahhhhh!!" Christine shouted all the way down to the kitchen before getting the wind knocked out of her. "Oof!" She huffed before passing out.
Twelve and a half minutes later, Christine awoke in the middle of the dumbwaiter's shaft, and sitting on the cramped little shelf. "Help!" She yelled, but Raoul was asleep by now, so it was of no use.
"Hello," George squeaked from the wall in front of Christine.
"Aiiiiiieeeekkkk!" Christine shouted in panic, "A mouse talked! It just talked!"
George sighed. "Yes, IT just talked.. now-"
"AHHHHHHH!!!!!" Christine batted at George, knotting his fur.
"Would you stop screaming?" George cried, wiping his fur back to it's normal position. "I'm here to help you."
"Huh?" Christine put her hands in her lap. "Why do I need help?"
"You're a blinded idiot," George said simply.
"Yes," Benny shouted down from the top of the shaft, "a blinded idiot!"
"Hey!" Christine protested.
"Hay is for horses, fellowess," George answered calmly. "The point is, you can only see people for their outward appearance. I can help you to see the inner beauty of humans."
"You can?" Christine asked meekly.
"Well... not ME personally... but Piper can," George muttered.
"Is Piper the one on the top of the shaft?" Christine asked.
"Naw, Piper's the one that pushed you into the dumbwaiter."
"Argh! So I was pushed!" Christine shouted.
"Yes, yes, but that's not the point," George said exasperated.
"Not the point!" Benny echoed, "So George old friend, what IS the point then?"
"You know as well as I you stupid git!" George cried in a moment of frustration, banging his paws on the wall.
"What is it?" Christine asked anxiously.
"You don't want to know," George answered devilishly.
"Hey, Piper, that's your cue," Benny informed the unseen mouse.
"What? Cue? What's going on!?" Christine demanded, struggling to move the dumbwaiter. "Why won't this thing move?"
"It will only MOVE when we WANT it to move," George said slyly.
"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Christine huffed.
"I... dunno," George said even more mysteriously.
Another mouse poked his head into Christine's view. "Hi," he said, "I'm Piper."
"I'm Christine," the girl replied.
"Count to three," Piper demanded.
"Why?" Christine asked.
"Just count to three, dammit, you're ruining my entrance!" Piper growled maniacally.
"All right, all right," Christine said quickly. "One... two... three!"
"Jeronimo!" Piper yelled, jumping down the shaft.
"Eek!" Christine cried as the mouse landed on her. And the last thing she remembered was Piper biting into her shoulder. Then everything went black.
A/N: Fuuuun first chapter! Should I continue this? Please tell me in a review! :)
