A/N - Yes. Javert wrote The Night Before Christmas. DEAL WITH IT.
Disclaimer - I do not own The Night Before Christmas, all previous disclaimers also apply.
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Javert was rudely awakened by something shaking him.
"M'sieur, I heard a clatter!"
"A what?"
"You know, 'and out on the lawn there arose such a clatter'? I heard a clatter!"
Javert rolled his eyes. "That, gam . . . vroche . . . is ridiculous. No one would dare try to break into my police station. Wait - how did you get out of the cell?"
Gavroche smiled evilly. "I'd tell you, but then the Patron-Minette would have to kill you."
There was a thud from the roof.
Javert leapt to his feet. "What was that?"
"A clatter!" Gavroche exclaimed.
Javert hushed Gavroche, looking toward the broken window. "I want to catch him in the act."
"Um . . . m'sieur, don't you think that someone trying to break in would come through the broken window?"
Javert blinked. "No, fool! That would be what I would expect him to do. It must be a hardened criminal."
"I have two more questions, then. One, what's to steal in here?"
Good point, Javert thought. "Erm . . . you. It's the Patron-Minette, come to bust you out."
"No, they wouldn't come to bust me out. I can take care of myself. I got out of the cell, didn't I?"
Javert had to agree.
"Anyhow, the Patron-Minette isn't so stupid as to pass by a perfectly good broken window. They'd never try to get through the roof, which leads to my second question."
"Which is . . .?"
"How are they going to get in from the roof?"
Gavroche had him, and the inspector knew it. "Let's just go out and see who it is."
"Yes!"
The two stepped into the ankle deep snow and looked toward the roof. They could see nothing from that angle. Gamin and inspector backed slowly across the street, and what they saw brought them both to a sudden halt.
On the roof sat a sleigh with eight reindeer hitched to it. A fat man wearing red leaned inside, extracting a large brown bag.
"What's this! Who are you?" Javert shouted.
"It's Père Noël, m'sieur!"
Javert scoffed. "There is no such thing as Père Noël, Gavroche. Who are you? GET OFF MY STATION, OR IT'S JAIL FOR YOU!"
Gavroche was objecting to the idea of throwing Father Christmas in jail when the fat man turned around quickly, lost his footing, and fell into the snow two stories below him.
Gavroche screamed. "Père Noël! You killed Père Noël!"
"Stand back, Gavroche. This is an inspector's job."
Javert walked to the snow bank and began kicking the stranger's shoe. "Oy there! Get up!"
No response.
"He's dead! You killed Père Noël!"
"SHUT. UP. STUPID. GAMIN!"
"Gosh, sorry."
"That's better," Javert sighed.
"Père Noël killer," Gavroche whispered.
Luckily for Gavroche's health, Javert did not hear this. He went back to terrorizing the man's boot. "Are you alive or not?"
No response.
"Listen, m'sieur, if you can hear me, I'm just looking for a clue as to who you are."
Javert reached into the man's pockets and drew out a card. It was white, the edges decorated with an annoying red border. In the center is read:
Père Noël Le Pol Nord
Javert turned the card over. "'Put on my suit. The reindeer will know what to do'? This is insane!"
A/N- When Javert jumped off the bridge, he was in-Seine! Hahahahahahahaha . . . got that from the folks at Le Café.
Javert groaned. If this man was dead there would be an endless pile of paperwork and explaining to do.
Gavroche, still on the street, shouted. "Where'd he go?"
Javert looked up. In the snow lay the red suit and boots - empty.
"Mon Dieu! He's running about naked somewhere!"
Javert paced back and forth, ignoring a gasp from Gavroche. His head cracked against something. "What the ---- was that?"
He looked up. A red ladder stretched to the roof.
Gavroche squealed excitedly and ran to the ladder.
"Look! The Rose Suchik Ladder Company!" the boy cried, reading a plaque on one of the rungs.
"The what?"
"Rose Suchik Ladder! Out on the lawn was a Rose Suchik Ladder!"
"What madness is this?" Javert shouted.
Gavroche began climbing the ladder.
"No, Gavroche, you are my responsibility. Get down from that ladder now. NOW!"
Gavroche was already on the roof. Javert grabbed the empty clothes and climbed up after him.
The reindeer were very terrifying up close. Javert shuddered.
Gavroche had climbed into the sleigh.
"Gavroche! Get out of there NOW!"
Gavroche smiled. "I will, if . . . "
That sense of dread crept back up Javert's spine. "If what?"
"You put on the suit."
"Out of the question," Javert said with finality.
"Think of all the paperwork it would take to explain my absence during your watch . . ."
"Alright, d--- it, gamin, I'll do it."
Gavroche smiled. To see Javert dressed like Père Noël was like Christmas! Well . . . it WAS Christmas.
Javert yanked the red pants up under his trenchcoat. He could tell that they looked ridiculous, being that they were several (hundred) sizes too big.
Gavroche giggled insanely. "The boots! The boots and the hat!"
Furious, Javert jammed the boots onto his feet and the hat onto his head.
"Now . . . take off the greatcoat so I can see."
Javert, fuming, pulled off his coat and stood in a white undershirt, red pants, boots, and a red hat. The jacket was still in his hand. "I suppose I have to put this on too."
"Yup," said Gavroche smugly.
Javert yanked the jacket on. He stepped into the sleigh.
"Now, LET'S GO!"
Javert fell into the seat as the reindeer took off into the night sky.
A/N - If you want your name in this story, or your username or something, QUICK REVIEW AND TELL ME! I might even give you a barricade boy, for lack of anything better to do. So, review, and you get a quick appearance w/ male character from 1832 of your choice, obviously except Javert, Gavroche, or Valjean.
Disclaimer - I do not own The Night Before Christmas, all previous disclaimers also apply.
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Javert was rudely awakened by something shaking him.
"M'sieur, I heard a clatter!"
"A what?"
"You know, 'and out on the lawn there arose such a clatter'? I heard a clatter!"
Javert rolled his eyes. "That, gam . . . vroche . . . is ridiculous. No one would dare try to break into my police station. Wait - how did you get out of the cell?"
Gavroche smiled evilly. "I'd tell you, but then the Patron-Minette would have to kill you."
There was a thud from the roof.
Javert leapt to his feet. "What was that?"
"A clatter!" Gavroche exclaimed.
Javert hushed Gavroche, looking toward the broken window. "I want to catch him in the act."
"Um . . . m'sieur, don't you think that someone trying to break in would come through the broken window?"
Javert blinked. "No, fool! That would be what I would expect him to do. It must be a hardened criminal."
"I have two more questions, then. One, what's to steal in here?"
Good point, Javert thought. "Erm . . . you. It's the Patron-Minette, come to bust you out."
"No, they wouldn't come to bust me out. I can take care of myself. I got out of the cell, didn't I?"
Javert had to agree.
"Anyhow, the Patron-Minette isn't so stupid as to pass by a perfectly good broken window. They'd never try to get through the roof, which leads to my second question."
"Which is . . .?"
"How are they going to get in from the roof?"
Gavroche had him, and the inspector knew it. "Let's just go out and see who it is."
"Yes!"
The two stepped into the ankle deep snow and looked toward the roof. They could see nothing from that angle. Gamin and inspector backed slowly across the street, and what they saw brought them both to a sudden halt.
On the roof sat a sleigh with eight reindeer hitched to it. A fat man wearing red leaned inside, extracting a large brown bag.
"What's this! Who are you?" Javert shouted.
"It's Père Noël, m'sieur!"
Javert scoffed. "There is no such thing as Père Noël, Gavroche. Who are you? GET OFF MY STATION, OR IT'S JAIL FOR YOU!"
Gavroche was objecting to the idea of throwing Father Christmas in jail when the fat man turned around quickly, lost his footing, and fell into the snow two stories below him.
Gavroche screamed. "Père Noël! You killed Père Noël!"
"Stand back, Gavroche. This is an inspector's job."
Javert walked to the snow bank and began kicking the stranger's shoe. "Oy there! Get up!"
No response.
"He's dead! You killed Père Noël!"
"SHUT. UP. STUPID. GAMIN!"
"Gosh, sorry."
"That's better," Javert sighed.
"Père Noël killer," Gavroche whispered.
Luckily for Gavroche's health, Javert did not hear this. He went back to terrorizing the man's boot. "Are you alive or not?"
No response.
"Listen, m'sieur, if you can hear me, I'm just looking for a clue as to who you are."
Javert reached into the man's pockets and drew out a card. It was white, the edges decorated with an annoying red border. In the center is read:
Père Noël Le Pol Nord
Javert turned the card over. "'Put on my suit. The reindeer will know what to do'? This is insane!"
A/N- When Javert jumped off the bridge, he was in-Seine! Hahahahahahahaha . . . got that from the folks at Le Café.
Javert groaned. If this man was dead there would be an endless pile of paperwork and explaining to do.
Gavroche, still on the street, shouted. "Where'd he go?"
Javert looked up. In the snow lay the red suit and boots - empty.
"Mon Dieu! He's running about naked somewhere!"
Javert paced back and forth, ignoring a gasp from Gavroche. His head cracked against something. "What the ---- was that?"
He looked up. A red ladder stretched to the roof.
Gavroche squealed excitedly and ran to the ladder.
"Look! The Rose Suchik Ladder Company!" the boy cried, reading a plaque on one of the rungs.
"The what?"
"Rose Suchik Ladder! Out on the lawn was a Rose Suchik Ladder!"
"What madness is this?" Javert shouted.
Gavroche began climbing the ladder.
"No, Gavroche, you are my responsibility. Get down from that ladder now. NOW!"
Gavroche was already on the roof. Javert grabbed the empty clothes and climbed up after him.
The reindeer were very terrifying up close. Javert shuddered.
Gavroche had climbed into the sleigh.
"Gavroche! Get out of there NOW!"
Gavroche smiled. "I will, if . . . "
That sense of dread crept back up Javert's spine. "If what?"
"You put on the suit."
"Out of the question," Javert said with finality.
"Think of all the paperwork it would take to explain my absence during your watch . . ."
"Alright, d--- it, gamin, I'll do it."
Gavroche smiled. To see Javert dressed like Père Noël was like Christmas! Well . . . it WAS Christmas.
Javert yanked the red pants up under his trenchcoat. He could tell that they looked ridiculous, being that they were several (hundred) sizes too big.
Gavroche giggled insanely. "The boots! The boots and the hat!"
Furious, Javert jammed the boots onto his feet and the hat onto his head.
"Now . . . take off the greatcoat so I can see."
Javert, fuming, pulled off his coat and stood in a white undershirt, red pants, boots, and a red hat. The jacket was still in his hand. "I suppose I have to put this on too."
"Yup," said Gavroche smugly.
Javert yanked the jacket on. He stepped into the sleigh.
"Now, LET'S GO!"
Javert fell into the seat as the reindeer took off into the night sky.
A/N - If you want your name in this story, or your username or something, QUICK REVIEW AND TELL ME! I might even give you a barricade boy, for lack of anything better to do. So, review, and you get a quick appearance w/ male character from 1832 of your choice, obviously except Javert, Gavroche, or Valjean.