A/N: Time for volleyball! A-H-A-P changed her name to FaustProuvaire, so I have noted it in this chapter .
"Welcome to Mizzie stadium!" announced Jehan Prouvaire.
"Um...Prouvaire?" said his boss, Sophie from the door-way. "Isn't this FaustProuvaire's job now?"
"No. I didn't lock her in a closet! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" yelled Prouvaire. The entire stadium fell silent. "I'm normal!" reminded Prouvaire as he cowered from Sophie's rath. The audience heard many thumps, 'ow's and random bits of profanity.
FaustProuvaire's voice came on the microphone. "Hello! Welcome to Mizzie Stadium! Sorry for the delay! Yay! Today we have a one-on-one volleyball game between Fantine and...Tholomyes. Here's a note Sophie left: Those who are sitting in the first three rows are in the 'might get hit by volleyballs section'." The occupants of the first three rows proceeded to exit the stadium. "OK than. Vive la Republique!"
Fantine entered from the women's locker room and Tholomyes from the men's. They looked at each other for a second and then Fantine ran towards him screaming.
"Ah shit," muttered Tholomyes as Fantine picked up speed.
"You little bastard!" yelled Fantine. "How could you be so bastardly? And I thought I loved you!" she began to kick, punch, and bite him. She was now in tears. "I thought I loved you!" She grabbed a volleyball and threw it at his head. He ducked and the volleyball hit the third row of the bleachers with much force, causing those in the forth row to fall off their seats.
"Oh, that's what Sophie meant," realized FaustProuvaire.
"Hey Faustie," said Sophie. "You're supposed to be announcing."
"Oh yes, sorry," apologized FaustProuvaire. "Fantine fires another volleyball at the head of Tholomyes. Oh! It hit! That looked painful." Two small objects fell out of Tholomyes' mouth. "And his front teeth have fallen out," announced FaustProuvaire. "It's kind of odd that Tholomyes caused Fantine to lose her teeth, and now she's caused him to lose his teeth."
"That is creepy," noted Sophie.
"Yes," said FaustProuvaire. "Yes it is."
Fantine had now pelted Tholomyes with so many volleyballs that he passed out. Fantine was now attempting to murder Tholomyes.
"Restrain her!" ordered Javert. A group of cops held Fantine while Javert walked over to her. "There's no 'Monsieur Mayor' to save you now is there?"
"No," said a voice from the audience. TheSanityStealingPenguinQueen made her way off the bleachers. "But I think before you arrest her you should at least give her a chance to deal with her anger issues."
"I do not have anger issues!" yelled Fantine, attempting to strangle TheSanityStealingPenguinQueen.
"Yes you do."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do."
"NO I DON'T!"
"Yes you do."
"NO I DON'T!"
"Yes you do."
"NO I DON'T!"
"TheSanityStealingPenguinQueen!" yelled Javert. "Stop egging her on or I'll have to arrest
you too." TheSanityStealingPenguinQueen fell silent. "Thank you. Now, how pray tell are we going to get her to control her anger?"
"You figure it out," said TheSanityStealingPenguinQueen. "Come on Faustie and Sophie, let's go get tacos." The three girls left for tacos. Fantine hit Javert in the head with a volleyball and ran away.