A/N- (falls to knees) I'm so very sorry that this has taken SOOOOOOOOO long! (Crickets) Hello? Is anyone out there? (Erik enters with a mop and a bucket)

Erik: They all left years ago.

Authoress: (Looks at the date) OhmyGod!

Erik: Where have you been? After that Wicked chapter you just disappeared…

(A dark shadowy figure looms next to the Authoress)

: She was with me.

Authoress: Um, who exactly are you?

: …I am vengeance…I am the knight…..

(Authoress looks at watch)

: I am…Batman!

Authoress: Batman! What are you doing in my Fanfic!

Batman: Because you just saw the Batman Begins movie and I am now your new object of obsession.

Erik: Nice suit.

Authoress: Batman, I'm trying to begin my fanfic. Can you just-

Batman: I'm not Batman (pulls off suit) I'm Bruce Wayne.

(Erik looks confused)

Authoress: Bruce Wayne? The billionaire?

Bruce Wayne: No, I'm (pulls off…Oh, never mind) Christian Bale.

Authoress: (Drools)

(Erik sighs and mops up the drool, squeezing it in the bucket)

Erik: Stay a while. I've been here half a year…

ON WITH THE SHOW!

Chapter Eleven: I Can't Think Of A Title

So…where was I…..Oh, yes! So, our heroes have just been sucked into a giant twilight zone thingamabob and have been dumped right next to a giant barricade…So…yeah…

Erik: (Rubbing head) Owww…my head…

Christine: (Rubbing arm) Owwww….my arm…

Raoul: (Rubbing leg) Owwww…my big toe!

Erik: (Rolls eyes) Anyways… (Looks around) Erm…where are we?

Elphaba: I think we're in France.

Erik: (blushing) Elphie…What are you doing here?

Elphaba: (shrugs)

Authoress: I brought her here! Du-du-du-Dar!

Erik: Wait…Aren't you…um…Jealous?

Authoress: Hahahahahahaha! No. Y' see, now that I have Mr. Bale over here, I've found a new guy…So…Be gone.

Erik: Wait, so you're just gonna dump me? Just like that? After all we've been through?

Authoress: (Drooling)

Erik: (Shaking a fist) I thought it meant something to you! (Looks over at Elphie and pulls her close to him) C'mon Elphie! We'll just go where we're appreciated!

(Erik walks away with Elphie until a bunch of guns go off)

Erik: Um…Let's go over that way where we're appreciated.

Meg: Miss Authoress Lady…Where are we?

Authoress: (Drool) Humala, humala, humala…Whah? Oh! You're in the Wonderful World of Les Miserables! "The Most Popular Musical of Our Time" where everyone dies! Yay!

Carlotta: Zat's uplift-tink.

(Suddenly, everyone notices a bunch of men with guns by the barricade staring at them)

Raoul: (Lifts hands into the air) Don't shoot! (Leans over to Christine and whispers) I'll distract them while you run. (He pulls on a hula skirt and starts dancing) Uga-chaka! Uga-chaka! Uga-chaka!

(Men at barricade look at each other, confused)

Christian Bale: Does he take medication?

Authoress: (shrugs) If he does, it doesn't work too well.

(Suddenly, a young girl staggers up the barricade into a revolutionary's arms. She has blood all over her)

Young girl: (singing)

Don't you fret

Monsieur Marius

I don't feel any pain

A little fall of-(Stops singing)

What is that man doing in a skirt?

Raoul: Day-O! Me sah Day-O! Daylight come and me wan go-

Carlotta: (Looks scared)

Marius: Hey man! Cut it out! Eponine here is dying and…I honestly could care less.

(He gets up and walks away to daydream about his "Beloved")

Eponine: Marius! I'm dying! Does no one care? You're supposed to feel sorry for the underprivileged little outcast beggar girl!

Christian Bale: Why does every outcast's name in your story begin with an E?

Authoress: (Shrugs)

Eponine: Well then, screw you! (GagChokeDie)

Meg: Well…that was exciting!

Random Revolutionary: Hey…wait a minute! Are those guys Revolutionaries?

Revolutionaries: Erm…no.

Random Revolutionary: Well, then, they must be against us! Angry Mob!

Raoul: (Pulls out a ukulele) Now, I know we can solve this like civilized human- (A shot is fired) Well, fine then! (He hurls the ukulele at the men) Taste my Hawaiian rage! (He starts to throw pineapples at them until Christine grabs him and runs) Ah!

Authoress: I think we've disturbed this musical long enough! C'mon Christian!

(Once again they are sucked into a Vortex-y-ish thingy and dumped into a world of King Arthur, a round table, and the knights that say, "Nee!"

Meg: I think we're in Spamalot.

(GASP!)