Okay, I'm posting even though I don't know if anyone's reading this. This is my first story on and I'd appreciate some feedback. So if you're reaing this, please review or something so I know you're there. I think I'll change the summary because it's kind of lame and I want people to read my story. Remeber (or learn), these are not the people from the movie. They're not supposed to be, anyway. Keep this in mind because they're going to watch the movie sometime in the future

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than myself. At least I think I own myself. But, I'm not so sure...

Jennifer awoke with a jolt and looked around. She saw that she was lying on the brown couch in the living room. She was surprised she had made it that far. She had passed out last night out of pure exhaustion. Chasing after a bunch of people from the nineteenth century was a lot of work. She got up and looked around.

Andre was sprawled across the floor, sleeping like a baby. Everyone else seemed to have disappeared. Jennifer wandered through the house, which was even more of a mess than it had been last night, and looked for Meghan. She noticed that the door to the office was closed. Christine was sleeping with her mouth slightly open on the pile of pillows and blankets under Jennifer's bed. The TV was now playing Playhouse Disney shows. Jennifer turned it off in disgust. She headed down to Meghan's room. Meghan was inside painting something.

"Where is everyone?" she asked suspiciously.

Meghan looked up. "Well, last time I checked Christine was sleeping in your room, Andre was sleeping on the floor of the dining room, Meg turned the office and laundry room into a dance studio, Carlotta got locked in the coat closet by someone, Erik hijacked all the instruments and took them down to the garage so he could make his lair, Piangi went outside to buy more food and got hit by a bus, Raoul passed out on the stairs, and Nadir and Firmin had way too much sugar."

"Wow. Piangi got hit by a bus? Awesome! Wait, what about Madame Giry?"

Meghan shrugged. "She keeps randomly appearing then disappearing so I have no idea what she's been doing."

"Oh." Jennifer ran a hand through her short, curly brown hair. She was still trying to make her sleepy brain focus on what had happened. Christine, Andre, and Raoul were asleep, Meg made a dance studio, Madame Giry was popping up randomly, Piangi got hit by a bus, Nadir and Firmin were really hyper, and Erik had taken all the instruments into the garage to make his lair. Wait, all the instruments? Jennifer's eyes got wide. If he had taken her saxophone he would be in major trouble! She ran to her room and was relieved to see that her saxophone was sitting in the corner, right next to her POTO music book. But she still wanted to check out Erik's so-called lair. She headed downstairs.

She opened the door to the office and saw that it had been completely cleared out. The only thing left was the fan hanging from the ceiling. The laundry room was in similar condition. Meg was dancing across the floor.

"What did you do with all the furniture?" Jennifer nearly screamed.

Meg stopped dancing and stared at Jennifer. "You don't need to get mad; I threw it all down the stairs."

Jennifer hurried to the door opening onto the landing of the stairs that led to the garage. She sprinted down the stairs two at a time and saw most of the furniture lying in a heap near the closed garage door. Missing was her dad's computer, desk, and paper. The old couch that needed to be gotten rid of was also missing. What has he done? She wondered as she approached a door in the side of the wall. She opened it and a Punjab lasso fell from the ceiling. She shoved the thing away and peered into Erik's "lair".

The storage space under the house had been turned into a pretty decent lair. The walls were draped with black cloth she had never seen before and the dirt floor had been cleared and swept. Leaning against one wall was the desk, computer, and paper rack. A bin had been pulled up to the desk to serve as a chair. Old softball equipment was piled up against the beams supporting the house and was blocking an area. Opposite the blocked area were the keyboard, guitar, two clarinets, and Meghan's violin. An organ was up against the wall. The music stand and multiple music books were also in this area.

A noise from behind startled Jennifer. She turned around to see Erik standing in the doorway, obviously irked to see her disturbing his privacy.

"Nice job. Love the black wall hangings; they're much neater looking than the piles of stuff behind them. Great job putting the softball stuff to good use. What's behind them, though?" Jennifer peeked behind the pile of stuff and saw the old couch hidden behind dark sheets similar to the ones from her parents' bed. Pictures of Christine were stuck up on the wall. "Interesting. But how'd you get the organ in here? It seems a bit big. Oh, whatever. I'll want back the keyboard, music stand, and one clarinet. You can keep everything else."

Erik just stood there as she stopped babbling and stared at him, waiting for an answer. "Oh, no. I'll be keeping everything. Now please escort yourself out of my lair and do not return. Thank you."

He ushered Jennifer out the door as she craned her neck, trying to get a last look at the lair. He shoved her outside and shut the door. "Stupid phantom," she muttered as she trudged back up the stairs. Once she opened the door a wonderful smell reached her. It smelled like cinnamon rolls.

She hurried upstairs. As she passed through the office and laundry room, she didn't see Meg. When she reached the main part of the house she saw why. Meg, Madame Giry, Andre, Raoul, Christine, and Nadir were crowded around the dining room table, eating cinnamon rolls. Raoul seemed a bit grumpy, and Nadir looked very tired as he huddled protectively around a cup of coffee, but everyone else was perky and cheerful.

"Is Carlotta still locked in the closet?" Jennifer asked Meghan, who was eating her own cinnamon roll in the kitchen.

"Um-hum," she replied through a mouthful of cinnamon roll.

"Where's Firmin?"

Meghan pointed out the window. Firmin was in the tree house trying to lift up Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast with the broken plastic basket. Cogsworth was running around in circles like an idiot. Suddenly there was a flash of light and Mulan appeared in the middle of the yard. She was dressed in full army regalia with her sword posed to strike. She lowered her sword and looked around. Raoul, having seen the sword, grabbed his own and ran out to the yard.

"Don't worry, I'll save you all!" he cried as he ran into a battle with Mulan. The swords clashed angrily as they fought. Everyone else outside cautiously backed up to the deck and stepped inside.

Firmin instantly sought a cinnamon roll to eat more sugar. Cogsworth started muttering to himself about all the strange people. Lumiere had wandered up to Christine and started flirting with her, in French. Suddenly everyone except Mulan started talking in French.

"Wow," Jennifer murmured, "I really wish I knew French. Oh wait, I know someone who knows French."

She suddenly conjured her middle-aged Latin teacher who immediately started adding to the madness. "Hey, Mr. Combs, can you translate for us!" she yelled, but he didn't hear her.

"Hey wait," Meghan began, "How did you conjure up Mr. Combs?"

"Easy," Jennifer replied. "I have Harry Potter's wand. I stole it from him a while ago and he didn't notice." To show off her awesome magic skills, Jennifer let Carlotta out of the closet and, before she could start complaining, turned her into a toad.

"Cool!" Meghan exclaimed. "But I think she would make a better pig."

"Okay" Carlotta was now a pig. "I liked her better as a toad," Jennifer suggested.

"Me too," Meghan agreed. Carlotta suddenly turned back into a toad. A loud bang interrupted their Carlotta torturing session and Jennifer and Meghan turned to see Harry Potter, Ron, and Hermione standing behind them.

"I want my wand back now!" Harry proclaimed loudly.

"Fine, but you're ruining all the fun," Jennifer complained as she reluctantly handed it over. Harry and his friends disappeared in a puff of smoke, taking Carlotta the Toad with them. By now the French Fest was over and people had started to wander away. Madame Giry had disappeared again and Raoul was still fighting Mulan. Suddenly there was a loud curse from outside and everyone turned to see Raoul lying on the ground. Mulan was standing over him, her hair flowing freely.

"I can't believe I got beat by a girl! This is totally gonna ruin my reputation!"

Everyone inside snickered, except for Mr. Combs, who was checking Jennifer's Spanish homework that was lying on the counter. He made several pencil marks before twirling around and fading into thin air.

"Why can't I have a cool exit thingy like that?" Jennifer complained. "Even Harry Potter has one."

Several people glanced at her for a moment before turning around to continue destroying the house.

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