A/N-Hey y'all.Yep.So here we are again.Glad you guys thoroughly enjoy this story.For the first skit,pretend that Erik lives in Phillipe's basement.The second skit is Antoinette and Co.

Wild Mage Lioness-I didn't mean it to be Raoul bashing.(I absolutely detest the term fop.I'm allright with dandy.) You probably wouldn't be able to tell by the way I write,but I love him to pieces.He's one of my favorites.I try my best to equal bash.Glad you like it though.

Disclaimer-Allright,I admit it.I own both Phantom and That 70s Show.That's why instead of counting my millions of dollars I sit here at this computer and type scenarios that can never happen.Since I'm stinking rich I can do what I please.So just enjoy this story!

P.S. If there are lawyers who happen to come here(don't know why) than please don't sue me because I was just kidding.
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Phillipe and La Sorelli are lying peacefully in bed when a noise awakens them.

Sorelli jolts up in fear. "Did you hear that Phillipe?" She looks around the room nervously. "What could that have been?"

Phillipe is still lying in the bed. "Maybe it is my brother wandering around again." mumbled the sleepy Count.

Sorelli's eyes widen at another possibility. "Or it could be burglars!" said the dancer.She was now very scared and tried to hide under the covers.

Phillipe turns to look at her. "Everything is safely locked up,and the gates are firmly closed." said the man trying to reassure her.

"My drinks aren't though!" yelled the dancer.And with that she rushed out of the bed,pulled on a robe,and raced out of the room.Phillipe simply rolls his eyes,gets out of the bed,and follows her rather lazily.

When they are on the first floor and go down a certain hallway,one of the doors opens and Raoul comes stumbling out with his bed sheet wrapped around him. "I heard a noise!" said the young man worriedly.

Phillipe stares at his younger brother in disbelief. "Are you naked under there?" asks the Count.

Raoul starts to blush when he realizes what he rushed out in. "No." said he quickly. "It's my...toga.Yeah."

"We heard a noise ,and we think it might be a burglar." states Sorelli in fear.Something dawns on her and she turns to Phillipe. "Mon Dieu! What if they are gypsies ,and they came back for Erik?" asks the dancer,concern etched into her voice.

"Than maybe we can convince them to take Raoul and his slutty wife." replied Phillipe with a smirk on his face.

Ignoring his brother's comment Raoul goes back into his room. "I'm going to get my pistol." says the boy over his shoulder. He remerges with his bed sheet draped over his shoulders ,and his little pistol in his hands. "Darn,I forgot to get more bullets for my pistol." says the Vicomte in dismay. "I'll just scare them by waving it at them." His eyes brighten at this thought.

Phillipe rolls his eyes at his brother. "Bare assed and holding an empty gun." He shakes his head in disappointment. "This is the sole heir to the de Chagny family." He than walks away.

The trio are now in the basement.

"Well this is the last place to look." commented Raoul.

After traveling through many obstacles they finally arrive at Erik's room.They go in and are greeted by a strange sight.Erik is lying in his bed and with him is no other than Meg in her pajamas.The couple looks up to see what has disturbed their slumber ,and Erik's eyes widen at the sight of Raoul. "Are you nude de Chagny?"

Raoul blushes and tries to cover himself up more.

Two nights later when the whole Erik/Meg sleepover has been cleared up Phillipe stands outside of Raoul's bedroom holding a pot and a spoon.

The Comte pulls back the spoon and starts to bang the pot with it very loudly. "FIRE! FIRE!" shouts the Count.

The door opens and Raoul comes stumbling out clutching the bedsheet to his body.Seeing his brother is just banging away at a pot he relaxes. "What in heaven's name are you doing?" questioned the Vicomte.

Phillipe merely smiles at him. "I see Mr.Nude still sleeps in the nude.Well Mr.Nude,I am going to keep doing this until you put on some pants.Until than I shall do this every night." explained the Count.

"You are truly mad." the younger than turns and goes back into his room.

"And you're still nude!" replies Phillipe.He than contiues to bang on the pot.
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After the Comtesse de Chagny has just given birth to Raoul she is placed in intensive care at the hospital.Everyone is pacing around the waitingroom when Andre comes in licking an ice cream.

Andre beams at the group. "There is ice cream in the cafeteria! It tastes great!" He continues to lick away contentedly.

The Comte gives him a look of disbelief. "ICE CREAM? My mother is in INTENSIVE CARE!" shouts the enraged Phillipe.

Andre turns to face him. "I know." says the young man innocently. He than puts on a large smile. "I told them that it was my mother so they gave it to me free of charge." His smile widens ,and he goes on licking.

Antoinettepunches him in the arm. "Put it down,imbecile." hisses the ballerina

Andre pouts,but a swift kick to the shins convinces him to do otherwise.He begrudingly puts down the ice cream cone. "Fine,but when they're done with my sandwich I shall eat it!" states Andre firmly.

As everyone's backs are turned,Erik takes the ice cream cone and starts to devour it.

The Comte de Chagny,Phillipe's father, shakes his head. He raises his head heavenwards and asks, "Why do all these children go where I go?" He than directs his attention to his eldest born. "Look at all of these damn kids.I feel like a polygamist!" He goes back to pacing around the room.

Phillipe folds his hands. "It has been an hour! We should have known something by now!" He glances down the hallway and sees a familiar looking doctor.He begins to shout athim,"Sir,Iswear that is thethird coffee break you have had! Enough caffeine and help the SICK AND AILING!"

Andre takes advantage of this little outburst to retrieve his ice cream.He searches for it but cannot find it. "Where did my ice cream go?" asks the bewildered yet hungry young man.

Everyone turns to look at Erik.Unaware of the gazes he is receiving,he is currently finishing up the cone.Feeling their eyes,he slowly raises his head and hurriedly tries to hide the cone behind his back. "Oh right,it's always the disfigured guy!"

Firmin points at his mouth. "You have ice cream all over mouth,Erik."

Erik darts his eyes about the room. "Oh sure,so it's always the deformed guy with the ice cream smeared about his mouth!"

They are interrupted from responding to his ridiculous defense when a doctor walks toward the Comte. "Monsieur le Comte,I have the report on your wife."

Phillipe and his father rush up to the doctor to hear what he has to say. "Out with it." demands the anxious husband.

The doctor sadly hangs his head. "I am sorry sir,but she has gone on to a better place."

Everyone hangs there head in respect except for Andre who doesn't get it. "Awesome,because this place sucks!" Everyone lifts their heads and drop their jaws at what he said.Andre looks around at everyone. "What?...OHHHHHHH" He than lowers his voice to a whisper. "This hospital sucks."
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The day before the Masquerade and Raoul is at home talking to Phillipe.

"So little brother," interrupts the Comte, "have you and your chorus girl planned to do anything special?"

Raoul blushes at how abrupt his brother brought up the issue. "Ummmm we were saving that for later."

Phillipe slaps him on the back. "Come on.Do something spontaneous! All you have to do is go into the nearest,emptiest room and get to it! It could even be a closet.I don't recommend it though because the first time Sorelli and I did it in one..."

The Vicomte holds up his hand to stop his brother. "That's enough." He shakes his head at Phillipe. "Anyways,even if we did that special thing, it would not be in a closet.It would be somewhere special." He than starts to gaze at nothing in particular. "I picture it like this...

We go to a fantasy where Christine and Raoul are sitting on the beach, watching the sunset.

Christine sighs in contentment. "Here we are,laying on a beach.I think it would be as good a time as any to do that thing." She raises her eyebrows along with the suggestion.

"Yes! It would be very spontaneous!" says the Vicomte in delight.

"Precisely!That is what attracted me to the idea in the first place!" exclaims the singer brightly. They than lean in and kiss.

The fantasy stops,and we go back to Raoul and Phillipe.

"That was great." says Raoul in a pleased manner.He than heaves a sigh and puts on a frown. "Knowing me,it wouldn't go very smoothly it would be...

We go to another fantasy of Christine sitting in the kitchen ,reading the paper,when Raoul comes in with a portfolio under his arms.

"Good afternoon,mademoiselle."

She lifts her head. "Hello monsieur. Do you have the forms on your person?" asks the soprano inquistively and straight faced.

He holds up the portfolio and takes out a thick document. "Right here." He than passes the large document to her withsuch seriousness in his face."Here is the guarantee of foreplay signed ,initialed, and notarized."

She looks over the paper and nods her head in agreement. "Everything looks in order.As you are fully aware of, I am on certain medications so here is the waver informing you of all the symptoms of aforementioned medicines." She in turn hands him a piece of paper.

He briefly goes over the sheet,than raises his head when he is done. "Seems as if the deal is now sealed. I look forward to this consummating our love this evening."

He puts forward his hand ,and she takes it.They than shake hands.

"That is wonderful." replies Christine.

"Thank you."

This fantasy also ends,and we go back to Raoul and Phillipe.

Phillipe shakes his head at his younger brother. "If you don't take a chance and go into the nearest room than you're evening will turn out like this...

We delve into yet another fantasy.Phillipe is sitting on an arm chair when Raoul comes in.

The Comte turns to see who has come into the room.When he sees that it is his brother a shocked look comes upon his face. "You are back already? It is not even 9:30! You didn't go for it, did you? ELIZABETH, HE IS HOME ALREADY!"

Raoul's sister comes into the room and gives her brother a suprised look."Already! Raoul,you are such a loser!"

The two siblings begin to laugh as Raoul just frowns sadly.

"He is,isn't he!" declares Phillipe.The brother and sister than go back to laughing at their younger sibling's misfortune.

The fantasy ends ,and we see Phillipe is laughing heartily.

He turns to look at Raoul and starts to laugh even harder.
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A/N-That's the end of that chapter.But before you go back to the main page I just want to add one more moment.The reason I'm adding it to the end is because this one is straight from That 70s Show. It is one of my favorite moments,but I just couldn't figure out how to make it Phantom related.

Eric has just finished telling his parents about how he turned down Donna's offer to get back together.

Red looks at his son in astonishment. "Let me get this straight! Donna wanted to get back together and you said no?"

Eric nods his head. "I said no."

"You said no!" repeats Red,who is still shocked.

"Dumbass!" yells Kitty.

Eric stares at his mother,who usually doesn't insult him. "Look,I have my reasons,okay?"

Kitty's eyes widen at this. "What could they be,what could they possibly be?"

"Casey dumps her and she comes to me." He points at himself. "Okay,I'm not a rebound!" says the teenager firmly.

Red looks incredulously at his son. "So you're too proud to take her back?And what do you have to be so proud of?" questions Red angrily. "You're not an athlete,the only thing smart about you is your mouth.And look at you!" He than accompanies this last statement with a pointing of the finger.

"Red,Red he looks fine!" says Kitty defensively. "He's just so darn stupid! I'm very upset!" She than shakes her head.

"Well stop,okay? Because I already feel bad enough as it is." Eric sighs in sadness.

Kitty raises her arms in the air. "Well you should!"

The heartbroken teen looks at his mother. "Well ,I do! I love her." He pushes back his chair. "Why do I always have to screw these things up? Why does everything always have to be my way? That's why we broke up in the first place!"

His mother just shakes her head at him. "Well, we've all known that for a year!"

"Okay,I have to tell Donna how I feel." stated Eric.He just continues to sit in his seat.

"Then go!" exclaims Red.His son than gets out of his chair and leaves.

Kitty looks at her husband."Oh Red!" says the wife quite dismayed.

"I know.We're never going to get him out of the house."

A/N-And now the real ending.I hope you liked today's installment of That POTO Show.Y'all come back now,you hear! (I don't own the Beverly Hillbillies.)