A/N-I appreciate you guys who read this.It's probably the only thing that inspires me to keep on going.Well with that little note,enjoy this skit! It's going to be Antoinette and co.I must also apologize for a grave spelling error that I have not caught until today.I finally checked on how you spell Philippe's name and found that I have been spelling it wrong the entire time.So I shall be correcting that by actually spelling it correctly.I also found out what Raoul and Philippe's father's name is, so whenever you see someone named Philibert, that is him.

Disclaimer-What would the point be in lying? Even if I said that I owned it noone would believe me.So as someone once said,"Honesty is the best policy." Yeah,so I think you guys know what I'm going to be saying.I DON'T OWN PHANTOM!
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It is Erik's birthday ,and Philippe,Andre,and Firmin are trying to figure out what to get him.

Philippe puts on a most serious expression. "Birthdays can be a big deal.We need to get Erik the perfect gift."

"What would a crazy,intelligent,deformed boy want?" questioned Andre.

"Maybe for people not to ask questions like that?" suggested Firmin sarcastically.

"Really? Because that'd be really simple for me.A real money saver." Andre smiles rather goofily.

Firmin just rolls his eyes at his moronic friend.

Philippe brightens up as an idea hits him. "Maybe the way we could figure out what to get Erik is to act like him."

Cut to Philippe,Andre,and Firmin standing outside of the ballerinas changing room.

Andre is gazing nervously at the door that is separating him from a large amount of dancers. "Are you sure that scaring all the girls is a good idea? I mean,even if they do seem to be airheaded,they have really strong legs." warned the teen.

His two friends just give him reassuring smiles. "Don't worry Andre.Just go!" exclaims Firmin.And with that,they push Andre into the room and close the door behind him.The squeal of the ballerinas are soon heard,followed by the cries of Andre.

The two teens begin laughing in spite of their friend's pain.Than they soon straighten up. "So what should we get Erik?" asked Philippe.

Firmin thinks for a while. "Oh! Maybe we should steal something.That might add to it's sentimental value." boasted the boy.

Philippe nods in agreement. "You know what might be better than stolen? Stolen and dirty! So what could we get that is both stolen and dirty?"

As the two boys begin to go into thought,the door bursts open ,and a bruised Andre rushes out.He slams the door behind him ,and the noise of girls barricading it closed is heard from inside. He murderously glares at the pair. "THAT WAS NOT A GOOD IDEA!" shouts the beaten teen.He than slumps downin exhaustion.

Firmin and Philippe just laugh even harder than they had before. "Yes it was." replies the two unanimously.They than continue their laughter for a few more minutes.When they are both done they take big breaths and look seriously at Andre.

"While you were feeling what it was like to be Erik,we figured out an outline for what we should get as a present." said Philippe.

"Yes.We have decided on something dirty and stolen." continued Firmin. "We are just not sure on something that would achieve both of those."

Andre's angry face is soon replaced by a happier one as an idea strikes him. "What about someone else's pig?" He than shakes his head at his own notion.His face soon brightens up again. "I've GOT IT! A street sign! We shall steal it,so that it will be stolen ,and it will most likely be filthy which makes it dirty!" He jumps up in excitement.

Both boys stare at him in shock.It is Firmin who is able to comment on this idea first. "By jove! I think Andre has finally figured out his first problem."

Philippe nods in agreement. "It's a miracle."

Andre simply beams at the compliments. "I used to do this all the time with my governess when I was younger.Because I knew that if I got problems right,than she would give me a hug! That's the best way to learn."

Philippe stares at his friend in an awkward way. "Don't you still have the same governess?"

"Ummmm...no." He than starts walking toward the exit. "Let's go and find Erik a good street sign!"

Cut to the boys staring at a street sign at night. The street sign reads 'Rue Punjab'. It is attached to a wooden pole that is firmlycemented into the ground.

"It's perfect." comments Philippe. "He will absolutely love it." The viscount turns to Firmin,laces his fingers together,and bends down. "Here Firmin.I'll give you a boost ,and you can grab the sign."

Firmin nods and places a foot on Philippe's hand.The minute he puts pressure on tohis hand,Philippe's hand immediately lowers ,and he cries out in pain,"MY FINGERS!"

Firmin rolls his eyes at the viscount. "Whenever you offer to do the muscle work,you should check to make sure that you have some muscle." commented Firmin.He than turns to Andre and assumes the same position that Philippe had taken. "Come on Andre.I'll give you a boost."

Andre shakes his head firmly against this notion. "No way."

"Why not?"

"Because you're going to throw me."

"I would never dream of throwing you."

"Yes you would.You evenhave a couple of times."

"Well I won't this time!" Firmin's serious face is soon taken over by laughter. "You're right...I will."

Philippe than glances over at the horses that they brought with them. "Why don't we use on of the horses to reach the sign?"

Andre stares at him in horror. "I think not! Unlike you Monsieur Moneybags,I cannot afford another horse! And I've had enough experience around animals to know that you shouldn't really stand on them.And you could also hurt one of them!"

"It's never stopped you from getting on them." murmurs Firmin.

Andre glares at Firmin briefly before going on with his explanation. "I think I know another way of going about this."

Cut to Andre sitting on one of the horses.There is a rope leading from the saddle to the pole.

"Make sure that the knot is tight enough!" commands Andre.

Philippe yanks on the rope to check. "It's secure."

Andre beams at this new before kicking his horse to go.The horse takes off rapidly while the saddle,plus Andre, fall on to the ground.The pole is unaffected by any of this.

Philippe looks between the pole,Andre,and the horse that is now afar off. "At least the horse is uninjured." replies the Vicomte.

Cut to Andre,Firmin,and Philippe kneeling beside the base of the pole.Andre has a firecracker in his hand.

"This is what's going to happen. We can put the firecracker in the base since it is cracked.Than when it goes off 'BOOM!' We get our sign,and Erik won't kill us."

Philippe stares at Andre in a critical manner. "That just might work.IF THE BASE WAS MADE OUT OF OATMEAL!" criticizes the noble.

Andre looks at Philippe disdainfully. "Well viscount,if the base was made out of oatmeal,than we could just PULL IT OUT!" shouts the teen scornfully. He than produces a match from his pocket and lights the firecracker.He places the firecracker into the base and starts to run off. "I think you guys should take off as well!" warns the fleeing boy.

The two remaining boys start running as well.The trio hides behind the corner of an opposing building and watches as the fuse dies down.When the fuse burns down all the way,nothing happens.

"Hmmmm.It must be a dud.Go check it out Philippe." Andre pushes the Vicomte towards the explosive.

Philippe runs back to safety. "Ummm I think not." He than gives his friend an inquisitive look. "Why me?"

"Because you're an aristocrat! If it blew up than you could order it to just stay self-contained!"

"That's a very idiotic explanation.Which supports my theory of why you should go check on the firecracker.I mean,noone will be suprised to hear that you have blown yourself up."

Andre considers these words. "You have a good point there.So it's basically a tie."

Firmin pinches the bridge of his nose. "Just get out of the way." He than pushes the two boys out of the way so that he can get to the firecracker.He picks it up and holds it up. "Here's your explosive,men." He hands the firecracker to Andre.

Andre takes it and places it in his coat pocket with astonishment all over his face. "That was awesome!"

"You have given me a better outlook on the commoners of Paris." compliments Philippe.

Firmin ignores his friend's praises as he examines the pole. "I think that if we got a hold of Comte Philibert's tools than I can cut the pole down.Something I picked up from an early age." explained the former street urchin.

The Vicomte becomes a bit pale at the mention of stealing from his own father. "Are you sure that's wise? If he catches us,than don't expect to see me around again."

Andre pats him on the back. "Don't worry Philippe.I'll do the sneaking in.Your father will never know."

"Thanks for offering.But you'll have to be very quiet and subtle." offered the nervous viscount.

"Don't worry! You're talking to Gilles Andre! I am like a feline." At this moment the firecracker explodes in his pocket,causing him to jump and scream.There is now a big burnt hole in his pocket. Firmin and Philippe walk away from him with exasperation on their faces.Andre examines his burnt pocket with suprise before scurrying after them.

Cut to Andre sneaking around the Comte de Chagny's garage.

As he is sneaking around the Comte walks up behind him with a look of anger on his face.He clears his throat to make his presence known.

The intruder whirls around to face the angry count. "Bonjour Monsieur le Comte!" greets the teen warmly. "I think I know what you are thinking. 'What is this charming young man doing in my garage?' Well I'll tell you!" Andre places an arm around the count and starts leading him away from the garage. "I was searching for a saw...so that I could cut down a tree." The Comte's glare does not lessen. "Because there issomething caughtin the..tree.A creature...A RABBIT!Yes,there is a rabbit stuck in a tree,and I was coming to borrow a saw so that I could cut down the tree,and release the rabbit back into the woods so that it may lay it's eggs." explained the young man rather proudly.

The Comte continues to look at him sternly and crosses his arms as the impact of the explanation sinks in."Rabbits do not-" The impact of the explanation hits him some more. "How on earth did a rabbit get caught in a tree?"

As he asked this difficult question,Firmin and Philippe sneak up from behind and start searching for a saw. Andre sees them and an idea hits him agian. "Well...Philippe threw it up there!"

On hearing this,Philippe stops searching,whips around,and gives Andre a death glare.

The Comte now has a look of confusion on his face. "Why would my son throw a rabbit into a tree?"

"Be..cause...He's a...sadistic bastard! Did you know that he shot at a defenseless kitten once?" (1)

Philippe would have tackled Andre right there and than if Firmin had not of restrained him.With saw and Philippe in hand,Firmin takes off.

The count is shaking his head. "Tell my son that I would like to speak to him."

"You've got it sir! I tell you,that son of yours needs to be watched very closely."

"Get off my property before I kick you off myself!" yells the Comte.

Andre gives him a thumbs up before running away.

The boys are coming back to the street sign when they see a much younger boy about to depart with their sign.

Philippe approaches the boy and grabs him roughly by the shoulders. "Where do you think you are going with our sign,young ruffian?"

The young boy sizes him up and dismisses him with a huff. "I do not think that it is your sign,pompous dandy."

The Vicomte almost snaps when he realizes that he can just buy the boy off. "My apologies for being so irrational. I think that I have two gold napoleons in my pocket that can pass as an apology if you also throw in the sign."

"No thanks." replies the little boy.

"How about two month's supply of chocolates?" offers Firmin.

"No."

"What if I show you a ballerina's underwear?" asks Andre.

The little boy is suddenly enthused by this idea. So are Philippe and Firmin. "Okay!" replies the youth enthusiatically.

"Okay." say Philippe and Firimn more smoothly,but still with the same note of enthusiasm.

They all face Andre as he begins to dig into his pants pocket.He soon produces a silky pair of underwear and holds it out for them to all gaze at.

The boy can only stare in wonder. The sight is too much for him. "H..h..he..here." He than gives Andre the sign before fainting.

Firmin pats Andre on the back. "I am really amazed at you today! You've actually come up with two pretty good ideas."

"Where did you get those from anyway?" questions Philippe.

"When you guys shoved me into the ballerina's locker room,I was able to snag a pair before I curled up into the fetal position." answered Andre. "I think they belong to Antoinette." He dangles them in front of Philippe.

The red faced viscount grabs the pair of undergarments and storms away.

Andre's look after him dispairingly.He than brightens up."At least he doesn't know about the pair I was able to snatch from Sorelli."

At Erik's birthday,the trio of boys present their gift to the birthday boy.

Erik slowly and meticulously unwraps the gift. His face glows a bit at the sight of the 'Rue Punjab' sign. "Thank you guys.I see that they still make them wooden."

The trio becomes baffled by this comment. "What are you talking about,'still make them wooden'?" asked Philippe.

"Well you did get this from the market.Did you not?"

"What do you mean their sold at the market?" questioned Firmin.

"They sell these signs there for about five sous." answered Erik.

"We stole it!" exclaimed the Vicomte.

"It took an eternity!" shouted Firmin.

"I had to show off Antoinette's underwear!" complains Andre.

When the ballerina hears this shegoes up to Andre and kicks him between the legs. Andre crumples in pain.

Erik looks amusemed. "It's still nice of you guys to have gotten it for me.This one,plus my other five,makes a set of six!" says the boy excitedly.

Andre looks up at him with pain in his eyes. "You are responsible for my medical bills!"
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A/N-I hope that you enjoyed this. (1)-Based on the idea that Raoul shot at a kitten in Leroux's novel.I don't think that Raoul is sadistic though.