The Final Adventure of the Fop

Disclaimer: UG! I DO own POTO! My grandma gave it to me for my birthday! But I intend to give it away again, up for grabs as soon as possible.

Raoul looked about in vain, somewhere out of this maze, this labyrinth of hate, but where! He glanced about that slumped to the ground, "Oh despair!" He cried in extreme dread and, well of course despairs. "Hey there?" Asked a man. Raoul lifted his head, the tears streaming every which way.

"If your 'ook'in for Mister Erik, he's ain't here, nope, nope." Raoul say a glimmer of hope. So the slipper stealers name was Erik was it, HE HAD HIM NOW! "Where did he go!" bellowed Raoul in a voice very much like Fezzick with a belly ache.

"Where is he?" the man asked back.

"I believe that's what I said?" Raoul said, though he couldn't be sure, he had a habit of thinking things and saying things that sounded like an elephant barfing.

"That you did, we'l a whi'e back he was wa'king in his garden when an insane man tack'ed him!" Raoul listened intently, all this sounded very familiar.

"The man tore off his there shoes! And bashed poor master Erik's face on the pavement."

Wait, thought Raoul, wasn't I the person who tackled this so called Erik.

"We'l poor master's face was deformed by this smack on the pavement! 'ell after the trai'l Erik was ran out of town on a rai'w, He's be a liv'in under the opera house nows, yes he is…he is." UNDER THE OPERA HOUSE! Raoul pulse burned in his wrist, his heart pounded enough that a man in New York looked about wondering what the faint thumping noise was. Raoul thanked the man and hurried threw the streets, The cops were everywhere looking for him, but not at the Opera House, no there were never cops at the Opera House. Unless you're watching that stupid old version, when Raoul IS a policeman. He hurried in, he found the old hag Madam Giry, "Where's ERIK!" He cried. "Oh, he's being in the third cellar, fall down a hole. And there you'll be!" of course, Erik had only been down there for about four months so the torture chamber hadn't been built yet. This is NOT like the book Raoul jumped, it was quite a fall. "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Raoul screamed than landed on his face on the ground. In front of him stood a man, his face was masked with black velvet, and his tux was of the utmost fashion. But too Raoul horror he was not wearing the slippers! "Where are the slippers you clot!" Raoul said using most his vocabulary in one breath. Erik blinked, than laughed, "Oh yes those! I got rid those weeks ago."

Raoul clutched his stomach as nausea seeped over him like a wave. "w…w….wha…WHAT!" He screamed, "Oh, yes." Replied the man. "These are what are in now." Erik waved his boot in front of Raoul. "Nifty high heeled boots!" Raoul looked at the perfectly gorgeous shoe, imminently is heart longed for it, but he had no time to grab them before he heard. "Erik-poo!" Was that not Christine's voice. Erik kicked Raoul in the face with the lovely shoe. "Coming Christine-smuggles!" He called back. WHAT! Raoul thought. His slippers, his boots and his girl all taken away in one day! He crumpled to the ground. There was a knock at Erik's door, but he didn't care who it was. "We have reason to believe you have a clefed maniac at you house." Bellowed the voice. "Why yes," said Erik.

His slippers, his boots, his girl… not to mention his freedom.

And once again Erik and Christine lived happily ever after.

THE END!

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