Odds and Ends

Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom. Estee does…not! (tee hee hee) I don't know or care to find out who does though…

Estee was just about to play the organ when all of a sudden Baba the Clown burst into the room. He said, "Hap…hey, what happened to Erik?"

"Oh, he's on his break. He'll be back in five minutes. Till then want to get some coffee?" Estee replied.

"Sure. Why not?"

Five minutes later…

Erik was just about to play his organ (in his dungeon of his black despair) when all of a sudden Baba the Clown burst in with a birthday cake. He began to sing, "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy 175th birthday, Erik, happy birthday to you!" Erik ran over and pushed him against a wall. He pulled a Punjab lasso out of nowhere and put it around Baba's neck.

All of a sudden Corinne ran in with a cheerleading outfit on. She had pom-poms and started to cheer, "Go Phantom! P H A N T O M! Yea, Yea Go Phantom!"

"How did you get into my lair?"

"My Baba the Clown is dying senses told me." Before Erik could respond Maria, wearing a fake mustache, walked into the room. "Did anyone order the half-masked special?" she asked.

"Sorry. That was me," the director, Rachel, said. Then Maria's mustache fell to the ground. "Oops." Maria dropped the pizza and bent down to pick up her mustache. Suddenly Estee burst in.

"Spooooooooooooooooooon!" she cried. Then she ran around and knocked everyone out. She left and came back with a wagon. She carefully lifted Erik onto the wagon and started to leave. She picked up the pizza and brought it along. Then Estee bumped into Emma.

"Hi, Estee. I haven't seen you since when you went to the hospital for the insane…hey! I wanted Erik. No fair you got him first."

"Your loss!" Then Estee dropped the pizza. She continued to walk away when she slipped on the pizza and landed in the wagon. She knocked the blacked out Erik off and was hurled down the stairs. (Little Phantomette: Ha Ha, Estee!) (Estee: Hey! You are just as mean as Happy Bunny!)

"Cut!" Rachel (just in case you forgot: she's the director) said. Estee walked back up the stairs and everyone stood in the real Erik's lair (he was gone at the moment). Just then the real Erik walked in.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY LAIR!" he screamed in anger as everyone (except the director) backed away.

"Making a movie," Rachel said boldly. Erik all of a sudden calmed down.

"First of all, that fake phantom's mask is on the wrong side of his face. Second, the cap is still on your camera. And third, why is Christine the camera person?"

"She was the only one who knew how to get here, so I offered the position of camera person if she showed me," replied Rachel.

"Can't you use another lair?" Erik asked annoyed.

"No," Rachel said, "we can't because this one is the only one that looks like your lair."

"THAT'S BECAUSE IT IS!" Erik screamed getting angry again.

"Calm down, Cowboy. Estee, Maria, Corinne, Emma, and fake Erik are just my puppets on string. That is just a figure of speech, but that is how I treat them. Hey! I know what would cheer you up. Let's go Punjab lasso people we don't care about," Rachel said. Erik smiled mischievously and dragged Rachel out of the lair never to be seen again…not really because she is here now….and everyone else climbed into the wagon and just for fun went down the stairs from the tenth floor of the Opera Populaire. The only bad thing about that was they accidentally fell out of a fifth story window and fell to their deaths. The only one to survive was Estee…not really (again) because everyone is with me now…and if you visit the Opera Populaire you just might hear maniacal laughter ringing through the halls. You might also hear her screaming, "Spooooooooooooooooooon!" If you get close enough to her (without her killing you first) you might just see a shiny (lemon scented) spoon in her hand. I did… and then I died (just kidding!)

THE END

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Little Phantomette: I hope you liked my story! Please R&R or I shall have to cry!

Rachel: Please R&R to her story! You know you want to.

Erik: I agree with Rachel. As I always say to everyone else…'It's better if my orders are obeyed!'…