The Fault of the Fop

Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera any more; I gave him away to the Goodwill!

Raoul picked him self up from the edge of the Seine, his insane mind turning quickly. Behind him he saw the whole prison light quite a spectacular show at night, but because Raoul had been stupid enough to escape during the day he was not given the pleasure of seeing it. They obviously knew he had escaped, and were on his trail. "No, they will not catch ME!" he thought stood up and ran for dear life. He was quite a sight running in a torn sopping wet suite in the middle of Paris. "Yes, yes" he snickered, snickered, snickered. "This MUST be the street! HAHA!" he burst into maniacal laughter, He turned the next corner, only a block left and the slippers would be his! "Here we go gathering nuts in May, nuts in May, nuts in May…" he sang as he skipped joyfully, "I shall get them." he called, "and take them for me!" Now he sounded VERY much like Gollum, so much in fact that for the next five hours he was surrounded by Gollum, and Sméagol fan girls, they are separate groups you know. It was late evening before he burst threw the crowds crying out for the millionth time, "I am NOT Andy Circus! I BEG of you, there is an insane slipper stealer on the loose! Hide your slippers! Save yourselves! PLEASE," He sighed as the last crazed fan girl crawled out of site, Only in Paris could there be Gollum fan girls. He drug his exhausted body to the next corner, only to see… No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! A simple sign was hanging in the yard.

For Sale

500,000

Please call Ima Geek

473-092-7837

Raoul blinked, crickets chirped, a tumble weed rolled by, "Why does that always happen?" thought Raoul. But his foppish passions suddenly hit him hard. "HOW! WHERE! OH! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN! DEATH! To the slipper stealer, not me." He quickly added. He prowled the grounds, could the maniac have buried the treasure on the grounds, for Raoul, the WORLD'S greatest detective to find? Had he forgotten about dear 'ol Sherlock? Of course not, the slipper stealer was far to cunning, the devil! UG! He screamed and kicked the tumble weed that had rolled at his feet…

To be continued…