7. Raoul's Answering Machine… Again
Raoul was frantically searching for Herbal Essences. He had called stores, called people, and searched through every crack and crevice of his home and any one else's without a locked door.
As he searched, he passed by his answering with its light beating bright enough to cause an epileptic fit. Hoping it could lead him to Herbal Essences, Raoul pressed the play button.
Beep!
"Allo Vicomte de Chagny. We've gotten your message of asking about zee Herbal Essences at our Body Shop…"
Oh, thank God! Raoul's search for Herbal Essences was over… He could finally be sexy again!
"Why in zee hell do you phone an automobile shop. You Pansy."
Or not…
Beep!
An important-sounding voice caught Raoul's attention.
"This just in. A major explosion in the Herbal Essences shampoo factory has destroyed all of the shampoos reserves and equipment."
What? No! Not the Herbal Essences! Raoul began to sob in frantic worry.
The message continued. "This message was part to you by O.G., the sexy composer under the Opera House."
Raoul continued to sob and was about to press the button for the next message when the phone rang. He picked it up.
"H-hello?"
A deep voice breathed heavily before answering, "You… will die… in seven… days…"
Raoul glared at the phone. After being told that Herbal Essences where gone, he was just about as pissy as fops can get. "Mm-hmm, sister. I don't think so." he snapped.
The deep voice paused for a moment and then hung up. In something that resembled bitchyness, Raoul started the next message.
Beep!
There was but one message left for the poor, tortured fop to hear.
Beep!
A cheerful, high-energy voice filled the room.
"Hello and congratulations! You just won!"
Well, this was wonderful! Just what Raoul needed after a long day of foppishness.
"Are you ready to find out your prize?"
There was a dramatic pause. Raoul started to chew on his perfectly manicured nails.
"Good!"
Raoul started to hop up and down in excitement. What had he won? Was it the last of the Herbal Essences? A home manicure set? Or, maybe even his favourite thing in the whole world…
Gift certificates!
"Because you've won–"
Beep!
Raoul shook his head. No! That couldn't be the end of the message! There had to be more! In nervousness, he began to pull at his hair…
"End of messages…" The electronic voice announced.
Raoul fell to his feet and cried out,
"No!"
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OK, that's the last of the chapters written by WanderingTeen. From here on in, I'll be writing the chapters. Now, I believe WanderingTeen had a system going where you guys reviewed with messages that you would like to leave to various characters from POTO. I think I'll do the same thing, as I always appreciate input from my readers. I'm not sure whose answering machine I'll do next… So just send in your messages and I'll see how it adds up…
WanderingTeen did a great job on this story and I'm glad that she decided to let me continue it for her. I just hope that I'll be able to produce the same quality humour that she did.
One other thing, please try to understand that I can't update very often on this story. I'm very busy at school and I'm trying to divide my time between a couple other stories as well. Just be patient and I'll update when I have the time.
I look forward to writing for you! Cheers!
Angel