Disclaimer: No own-y.
I mentioned this in one of my other stories, but I can no longer thank each and every reviewer. Very sorry.
(But apparently I owe all of you cookies, and I owe a lot more two cookies. And if you didn't know, that song Raoul was singing in the last story was Time To Dance by Panic! At The Disco.)
I feel absolutely awful that all of you are sending me these hilarious questions and I must end the story! But I promised myself a while ago that I would end it after the magic 200. So in this chapter, I shall bring back the phangirls, then the next chapter will be the last.
I would like to thank:
gerikslover(lazy!)
Luckii.Jinx
Redjegger
Supergirrl
The Magic Pickle Fairy
Halt at X (:D)
Nanotech
PhantomoftheBasket
Moriko Csove Doyle
AceGray
Pawfoot
sing for me
Serey-Sass
LostBluePhantom
SpringDaze
#1Phan
Songstressgirl07
Lluna
Angel of Music lover
Googleeyes
Time for the story!
The Chapter That Is The Result Of The 200th Review Winner
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It was a bright and sunny day in Opera-Land, and one resident, Erik, was trying to enjoy his day off of phantoming.
But sadly, things for Mr. Destler were not to go as planned.
As he sat on his couch, a cat at his feet, and his new Fergie CD playing in the background as he read the paper, there was a scratching sound.
Under the ground.
While listening to the "delicious but not promiscuous" female pop singer sing being glamorous with a male rap singer who tells girls to shake their money makers, he turned his head to look at the floor near the couch.
A spoon soon poked its way out, shoveling dirt. The hole became larger, and larger, until a hand thrust out. Voices poured from the opening.
"I've hit land!"
"Thank God!"
"I'm cramped! Move your foot!"
"Is that Fergie I hear?"
For some reason, that last statement caused a more desperate fight to get out. Erik watched semi-calmly, more in a disbelieving way as twenty-three girls climbed out of the hole, all streaked in dirt. The apparent leader, Nanotech, was holding the spoon which freed them.
Raising one eyebrow, the Opera Ghost looked at Sing For Me, Googleeyes, Redjegger, and #1Phan. "My God. You've multiplied."
Before the phangirls could respond, the sound of sirens broke out. Police cars rushed into the underground lair, even though this seemed impossible.
"Everybody ice!" the lead cop called as he jumped from the car. His partner came out slowly, trying to not show everybody that all he had was a squirt gun, because he didn't matter.
"It's everybody freeze, you moron."
"Same thing! Now, girls, I am looking for three fugitives. Their leader goes by the codename Rose. Do you know where she is?" Lead Cop asked. The phangirls thought of a diversion while Erik spazzed.
"Ex-cuse me? Did you just call me a girl?"
Cop Partner looked Erik up and down. "Yes, he did, ma'am. And you're looking rather dark. Are you obsessed with Evanescence or something?"
"Maybe she's just mourning the fact her body is shapeless," Lead Cop mumbled. "Have you tried body sculpting? Or even Jenny Craig?" But then he remembered why he came. "Which one of you is Rose?"
All of them, thinking fast, pointed at MetalMyersJason. Cop Partner immediately squirted her with a water gun, and she began dissolving while shrieking "I'M MELTING!" at the top of her lungs until she was nothing but a puddle.
Erik looked down at the gooey mess now ruining his nice boots. "Um, who was that?"
"Just the flamer."
"Oh."
Lead Cop and Cop Partner shrugged. "Guess we gotta go now, since we got rid of the fugitive."
"No you didn't!" the not-so-phantomy phantom cried, picking up the random child from the group. Both cops turned around.
"ARREST THE FUGITIVE!"
But then the other two anti-phans tried to stop him, and that didn't work too well.
"ARREST THE ACCOMPLICES!"
So next thing we know, the happy group is three girls short, due to the fact all three were being charged with attempted first-degree murder on three counts.
Erik looked at the group of girls standing in front of him, all of them with their eyes very wide.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because they could have arrested us," #1Phan said.
"You have saved our lives," Sing For Me added.
"We are eternally grateful," Redjegger finished. Soon, all the girls were waddling towards him like those little green things I can't remember the name of. But the Phantom distracted them by turning up his Fergie music.
While the girls danced, he groaned and scratched his head. "What am I going to do?"
"Well, you could do me one favor."
Erik looked down to see Halt at X staring up at him. "And what would that be?"
"You take all of us on one adventure."
"What do I get in return?"
Halt at X held up an item that somehow cued the Hallelujah choir, sort of like the socks.
The man raised an eyebrow. "When did you get her pencil?"
"While she was being taken by the police. So do we have a deal? You take me and the rest of the phangirls on one adventure, and you get the Authoress pencil. Which means this is all over, and nothing bad can happen to you anymore."
He took the deal, of course. "So where are we going?"
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"Should I even ask why you wanted to know what in Fop's wardrobe?" Nineteen girls and one Phantom were now all scrunched in an oddly large vent.
"I made a bet with a few people," Halt at X explained, which caused a flashback…
"Will you give me a dollar if I find a dress in your fiancé's wardrobe?" the phangirl asked Christine. The soprano, who was painting her nails, laughed.
"Good luck with that. He protects his closet more then his money."
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"If I can get into Raoul's wardrobe and find a dress, will you pay me ten dollars?" Andre and Firmin, who has just been asked that question, looked up from their paperwork.
"Don't all men have dresses in their closets?" Andre asked, confused. Firmin ignored him.
"You've got a deal."
Basically this continued with nearly everyone in the Opera House, so I'm going to go back to the magical vent of wonder, joy, and joyness.
"All we have to do is go down there, open the closet, and see if there's a dress. It's simple," Erik told them, then mumbled "This is too easy," under his breath.
"It's going to be harder then tha-at," Lluna sang. Erik gave her a confused look, so the phangirl pushed Nanotech out of the vent. She let out a scream as she was zapped by the laser beams guarding the wardrobe.
All the phangirls looked down at the place the girl used to be. "Dude, she was kinda cool," one of them said. But then, after a moment of silence, they pulled themselves together and devised a plan.
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After two hours, one Laser-Beam-Off-Switch covered in yogurt, and one Trix rabbit, the now eighteen phangirls and one phantom stood in front of the closet.
One of them opened it, and inside were a bunch of fur coats. Halt at X, determined to find a dress, stepped inside and began shoving through the coats.
"No, come back!" the others yelled, and flocked in after her. Erik shrugged and followed.
"This closet is huge!"
"Owww, stop stepping on my toes!"
"They're after me lucky charms!"
There was a pause as the 19 watched a little green man rush by with little children chase after him. But for some reason, they came from one side of the wall to another. Not front to back, like our group was going. Right to left.
But then there was an opening! All nineteen stumbled out, landing in something soft and white….
"We're in Narnia!" Googleeyes cried happily. AceGray picked herself and looked at a giant sign next to a lamppost.
"Actually, we're in Yarnia."
And it was true. Everything in this magical wardrobe land was made of yarn! The ground, the trees, the sky, the Candy Mountain way over in the corner, even the lamppost.
So, logically, the land was ruled by cats. But that is another story.
"I found a dress!" Halt at X shrieked, picking up something from near the lamppost. When everyone looked at it, they were surprised.
"Would you call that a dress?"
"It kinda looks like that thing that resembles a dress in the Buttons video."
"And it might be Christine's…"
"Oh well, it'll work!" Halt at X was happy. She had won the bet. "Alright Erik, we can go back no-" she was cut off when the Opera Ghost held the pencil by its ends and grinned cruelly.
"It's over!" he laughed, and, despite the screams of protest and terror from the phangirls, snapped it in half. All eighteen girls immediately vanished in an eruption of pink sparkles, and Erik was placed back in his lair, still laughing.
"It's all over!"
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A/N: And so it is. Well, for the phangirls at least. They are gone, the poor dears. One chapter remains. Stick with me, please! (And review!)
Sorry Nanotech. I apparently have a vendetta against you.