Raoul strolled up to Christine's doorstep with a box of cookies and tea
bags, knocking briskly and standing aside for her to open up. He glanced
down at his watch; exactly twelve noon. He was right on time. But nobody
answered the door.
"Christine!" Raoul cooed with such sap that he could make maple trees jealous.
The door opened and there stood Benny in the way. Raoul didn't see him.
"What the-!?" Raoul peeked inside. There was nobody there who could have opened that door! "Hello?"
"Yes?" Benny asked, annoyed. Raoul looked down in fright.
"But - but you're a mouse!" He shouted, turning white, "Mice can't talk!"
Benny sighed. "Why do I keep being told that? Understand.. I am a MAGICAL mouse. Only MAGICAL mice can talk. Get it? I. Can. Talk."
"Oh, okay," Raoul said happily. "Is Christine home?"
"No, she's gone at the moment, can I take a message?" Benny looked up at Raoul hopefully.
"Uh, sure..." Raoul said.
"But first," Benny interrupted. "Would you mind picking me up first? It strains my neck to stand here looking up at your towering figure, and it's not a very nice view from here, I can tell you that."
"Okay," Raoul replied, stooping and putting his hands out so Benny could run into them. he stood back up again.
"Oh, and by the way, your fly's unzipped," Benny said. Raoul fumbled to pull up the little bugger.
"Right, then, I'd like to leave the message that - hey... hey wait a minute!" Raoul cried.
"What is it NOW?" Benny asked, tapping his foot.
"What are you doing at her house!? In fact.." he blinked a few times. "There are NO SUCH THING as magical mice!"
"I'm at her house because I'm was supposed to answer the door when you knocked! And YES there ARE such thing as magical mice!" Benny yelled, bouncing up and down.
"PROVE it!" Raoul shouted back.
Benny waved. "Hello! I AM a magical mouse!!!"
"Okay! Fine!" Raoul huffed. Benny took a deep, loud breath.
"Can you do me a favor?" Benny asked politely.
"Anything," Raoul answered bravely.
"Will you... scratch me behind my ears? I'd... really like that..." Benny looked at Raoul hopefully.
"Sure," Raoul replied happily, doing as Benny asked.
"Ha! Sucker!" Benny shouted, leaping out of Raoul's hand, and in a puff of smoke, he transformed from a mouse into an exact replica of Raoul.
"Wait - how did THAT happen?" The real Raoul asked.
"When a mouse is scratched behind the ears by a person, he turns into them for twenty four hours!" Benny explained.
"They do not!" Raoul said.
"Ah, but MAGICAL mice DO," Benny answered devilishly. "Sorry to leave so soon," Benny said, pushing past Raoul and out the door, "I have to cause some havoc down at Erik's place."
"What? Havoc! But people will think it was ME causing havoc!" Raoul objected.
"Exactly!" Benny cried, taking off down the road.
"Come back here!" Raoul roared, chasing Benny across the street.
Meanwhile... back at the Opera Garnier...
"Mademoiselle Daae, we are ready for you again.. please enter for some questioning," Firmin said from inside his office. When nothing happened, he peeked out the door. "Mademoiselle Daae?" There was nobody on the bench. He scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders.
George stumbled out of Carlotta's dressing room, who had been temporarily blinded at the sight of the diva, (you know, mice have sensitive senses), and was bruised from being thrown. But at that exact moment, Firmin spotted him.
"Rats!" Firmin hissed under his breath, "NOT in an opera house!" He commenced to squish George with the heel of his shoe, but the little mouse spoke first.
"I am NOT a rat! See the tail?" George turned around to show Firmin.
"What in blue blazes are you, foul demon! Evil spirit, be gone!" Firmin shouted in horror, kicking out at George, but luckily, the mouse dodged the man's foot.
"I'm not a demon-" George started, but Firmin interrupted.
"Yes you are! You are possessed by the devil himself! Ahhhh! AHHHH!!!" Firmin kicked out again, but George dodged this as well.
"Would you shut up? I'm not a demon!" George cried, "I'm just a magical mouse! That.. can grant you wishes!"
Firmin's ears perked up. "Wishes? Really?"
George sighed. "Uh.. right. If you pick me up and pat my head twice, you can make a wish and it will come true."
"Cool!" Firmin scooped George up quickly, patting him roughly on the head twice, but before he could make a wish, George sprung from Firmin's hand.
"Dork!" George yelled in triumph. In a puff of smoke, he had wings. "Can't catch a FLYING mouse, now, can you? Ha HA!" George zipped around the room a couple of times in rejoice.
Firmin shook his head and rubbed his eyes. The mouse was still there. "You! How did you do that!?"
"If you pat a magical mouse on the head twice, he grows wings for twenty four hours! Thank you - you made my journey SO much easier!" George flew up to Firmin, shook his finger with a paw, and zoomed off.
Firmin watched in awe as the little mouse fluttered into a beam of sunlight, became even MORE temporarily blinded, and crashed into a statue of an angel.
"It's a miracle.." Firmin whispered excitedly. "It's a MIR-A-CLE!"
"Right.." George muttered, passing through a trapdoor in the statue. Firmin rubbed his eyes again and lifted his hands to the heavens.
"A MIIIIIRACLE!" Firmin bellowed as the beam of light passed over him.
"Is everything okay out there?" Andre wondered from inside the office, stepping out the door curiously. "Firmin, what do you THINK you are DOING?"
Firmin rushed up to Andre. "The mouse.. he was a sign from heaven! I've been chosen.." Firmin whispered with passion.
"I think - you need to lie down," Andre muttered, shoving Firmin away from him.
"But- the mouse.." Firmin spluttered.
Andre rolled his eyes. "You're nuts."
"Dear, dear Andre," Firmin said knowingly, shaking his head at the man, "If only you knew... but you weren't chosen. Of course you wouldn't know..."
"I think you need bed rest," Andre grumbled.
"I think you need to shut up," Firmin shot, "Do you dare speak of a miracle so lightly?"
"A mouse was a miracle?" Andre said, his voice unenthusiastic.
"A FLYING mouse!" Firmin answered quickly.
Andre rushed into the office, coming out with six bottles of wine in his arms, and chucking them all out the window. "There," he said, wiping his hands, "I think we've had enough of those."
"But.. I'm telling the truth! And that window wasn't even open!" Firmin said coldly.
"Sure you are," Andre sighed. "Sure you are."
A/N: And that was chapter five! Good ol' chapter six is next! ENJOY! :)
"Christine!" Raoul cooed with such sap that he could make maple trees jealous.
The door opened and there stood Benny in the way. Raoul didn't see him.
"What the-!?" Raoul peeked inside. There was nobody there who could have opened that door! "Hello?"
"Yes?" Benny asked, annoyed. Raoul looked down in fright.
"But - but you're a mouse!" He shouted, turning white, "Mice can't talk!"
Benny sighed. "Why do I keep being told that? Understand.. I am a MAGICAL mouse. Only MAGICAL mice can talk. Get it? I. Can. Talk."
"Oh, okay," Raoul said happily. "Is Christine home?"
"No, she's gone at the moment, can I take a message?" Benny looked up at Raoul hopefully.
"Uh, sure..." Raoul said.
"But first," Benny interrupted. "Would you mind picking me up first? It strains my neck to stand here looking up at your towering figure, and it's not a very nice view from here, I can tell you that."
"Okay," Raoul replied, stooping and putting his hands out so Benny could run into them. he stood back up again.
"Oh, and by the way, your fly's unzipped," Benny said. Raoul fumbled to pull up the little bugger.
"Right, then, I'd like to leave the message that - hey... hey wait a minute!" Raoul cried.
"What is it NOW?" Benny asked, tapping his foot.
"What are you doing at her house!? In fact.." he blinked a few times. "There are NO SUCH THING as magical mice!"
"I'm at her house because I'm was supposed to answer the door when you knocked! And YES there ARE such thing as magical mice!" Benny yelled, bouncing up and down.
"PROVE it!" Raoul shouted back.
Benny waved. "Hello! I AM a magical mouse!!!"
"Okay! Fine!" Raoul huffed. Benny took a deep, loud breath.
"Can you do me a favor?" Benny asked politely.
"Anything," Raoul answered bravely.
"Will you... scratch me behind my ears? I'd... really like that..." Benny looked at Raoul hopefully.
"Sure," Raoul replied happily, doing as Benny asked.
"Ha! Sucker!" Benny shouted, leaping out of Raoul's hand, and in a puff of smoke, he transformed from a mouse into an exact replica of Raoul.
"Wait - how did THAT happen?" The real Raoul asked.
"When a mouse is scratched behind the ears by a person, he turns into them for twenty four hours!" Benny explained.
"They do not!" Raoul said.
"Ah, but MAGICAL mice DO," Benny answered devilishly. "Sorry to leave so soon," Benny said, pushing past Raoul and out the door, "I have to cause some havoc down at Erik's place."
"What? Havoc! But people will think it was ME causing havoc!" Raoul objected.
"Exactly!" Benny cried, taking off down the road.
"Come back here!" Raoul roared, chasing Benny across the street.
Meanwhile... back at the Opera Garnier...
"Mademoiselle Daae, we are ready for you again.. please enter for some questioning," Firmin said from inside his office. When nothing happened, he peeked out the door. "Mademoiselle Daae?" There was nobody on the bench. He scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders.
George stumbled out of Carlotta's dressing room, who had been temporarily blinded at the sight of the diva, (you know, mice have sensitive senses), and was bruised from being thrown. But at that exact moment, Firmin spotted him.
"Rats!" Firmin hissed under his breath, "NOT in an opera house!" He commenced to squish George with the heel of his shoe, but the little mouse spoke first.
"I am NOT a rat! See the tail?" George turned around to show Firmin.
"What in blue blazes are you, foul demon! Evil spirit, be gone!" Firmin shouted in horror, kicking out at George, but luckily, the mouse dodged the man's foot.
"I'm not a demon-" George started, but Firmin interrupted.
"Yes you are! You are possessed by the devil himself! Ahhhh! AHHHH!!!" Firmin kicked out again, but George dodged this as well.
"Would you shut up? I'm not a demon!" George cried, "I'm just a magical mouse! That.. can grant you wishes!"
Firmin's ears perked up. "Wishes? Really?"
George sighed. "Uh.. right. If you pick me up and pat my head twice, you can make a wish and it will come true."
"Cool!" Firmin scooped George up quickly, patting him roughly on the head twice, but before he could make a wish, George sprung from Firmin's hand.
"Dork!" George yelled in triumph. In a puff of smoke, he had wings. "Can't catch a FLYING mouse, now, can you? Ha HA!" George zipped around the room a couple of times in rejoice.
Firmin shook his head and rubbed his eyes. The mouse was still there. "You! How did you do that!?"
"If you pat a magical mouse on the head twice, he grows wings for twenty four hours! Thank you - you made my journey SO much easier!" George flew up to Firmin, shook his finger with a paw, and zoomed off.
Firmin watched in awe as the little mouse fluttered into a beam of sunlight, became even MORE temporarily blinded, and crashed into a statue of an angel.
"It's a miracle.." Firmin whispered excitedly. "It's a MIR-A-CLE!"
"Right.." George muttered, passing through a trapdoor in the statue. Firmin rubbed his eyes again and lifted his hands to the heavens.
"A MIIIIIRACLE!" Firmin bellowed as the beam of light passed over him.
"Is everything okay out there?" Andre wondered from inside the office, stepping out the door curiously. "Firmin, what do you THINK you are DOING?"
Firmin rushed up to Andre. "The mouse.. he was a sign from heaven! I've been chosen.." Firmin whispered with passion.
"I think - you need to lie down," Andre muttered, shoving Firmin away from him.
"But- the mouse.." Firmin spluttered.
Andre rolled his eyes. "You're nuts."
"Dear, dear Andre," Firmin said knowingly, shaking his head at the man, "If only you knew... but you weren't chosen. Of course you wouldn't know..."
"I think you need bed rest," Andre grumbled.
"I think you need to shut up," Firmin shot, "Do you dare speak of a miracle so lightly?"
"A mouse was a miracle?" Andre said, his voice unenthusiastic.
"A FLYING mouse!" Firmin answered quickly.
Andre rushed into the office, coming out with six bottles of wine in his arms, and chucking them all out the window. "There," he said, wiping his hands, "I think we've had enough of those."
"But.. I'm telling the truth! And that window wasn't even open!" Firmin said coldly.
"Sure you are," Andre sighed. "Sure you are."
A/N: And that was chapter five! Good ol' chapter six is next! ENJOY! :)
