I'm SO sorry for not updating sooner. I was working on a few other stories and reading other stories, as usual. I also had a bit of writer's block. Anyway, here's the next chapter.

The Michael Crawford part is something my sister came up with when we were listening to the OLC soundtrack. She thought he sounded like a girl, which made me angry. We've had some onteresting arguments since then.

Disclaimer: House promised me he'd give me the rights to POTO when he takes over the world. But, until then, I can only dream.

"Michael Crawford is an alto!!" Meghan shouted as she ran through the now slightly cleaner house.

"HE IS NOT!!!!!" Jennifer shouted as loudly as she possibly could while chasing Meghan with a broom. "He's a tenor!!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"No he's not! He's an alto!" Meghan shouted as a last attempt before running outside and locking the door.

"HE IS NOT AN ALTO!!!!" Jennifer shouted through the glass. When this received no response other than Meghan laughing at her, Jennifer simply gave up and wandered off. In the midst of her wandering she passed House, who was bandaging up Raoul. Cuddy's eyes never left him.

"You're not doing it right!" she exclaimed, shoving House's hand away from Raoul's arm. She began adjusting the bandage herself.

"Well excuse me for making a simple mistake after nearly two days of no food, water, bathroom breaks, or sleep," he replied irritably.

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you had gotten more done you would have gotten a break."

"Are you kidding? I got as much done as possible, especially after I realized I was going to be your prisoner until everyone was taking care of! It's not my fault the idiot in the mask got beaten to a pulp by insane teenage girls!" House was now shaking in anger and various other negative emotions.

Jennifer, who had been watching the whole scene in interest, decided to chime in. "Hey Cuddy, I think he needs a break. If he's messing up on band-aids, I'd hate to think what he'd do for more serious injuries." Cuddy's eyes widened as she considered this possibility. "Give the guy a bathroom break."

Cuddy sighed. "Fine, I see your point. House, you can have a ten-minute break. Once you finish with this…man, you can get some sleep."

House looked like he was about to do some kind of celebratory dance, but he was too tired so he just nodded weakly and finished applying Raoul's band-aids. This wasn't too hard since Raoul was still unconscious. As soon as Cuddy dismissed him, he hurried to the bathroom. Jennifer watched him with slight amazement. Who knew someone that tired could move that quickly?

"Help!" Someone wailed from Jennifer's room. Jennifer hurried to her room, worried that something bad might have happened. She opened the door to see Christine standing in front of the TV, which someone had turned off. "It's dead!" she cried, pointing to the TV.

Jennifer rolled her eyes and pushed the power button. The TV turned on. "There, are you happy?"

Christine stared. "Oh my gosh! It's alive! It's a miracle! No, it's magic!" However, Christine soon forgot the whole fiasco as she became entranced with the happenings of the simple world of Higglytown.

Jennifer suppressed a gag and exited the room as fast as humanly possible. She was shutting the door to her room when someone snuck up behind her and smacked her very hard on the back of her head with a frying pan. She fell to the floor.

"At last!" a very insane-looking Raoul cried. "Revenge is mine! She got what she deserved. That swim fin incident scarred me for life. I may never go near a pool again."

"That, sir, would not be a bad thing. You cannot swim and will never survive Erik's lair if you don't learn to keep your hand at the level of your eyes!" Someone yelled as Raoul was hit over the head with another frying pan. Madame Giry grinned evilly. "You deserved it."

"Stop taking over my role!" Nadir called out as he ran up to Madame Giry and whacked her with yet another frying pan. "Hey, Christine was right. Watching TV really does pay off. It gave me the wonderful frying pan idea."

"No it didn't! You stole that idea from me and you stole my frying pan!" Meg came up and hit Nadir with a spaghetti strainer. "Oops," she mumbled as he slid to the floor. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

"You can never catch me and my Cup Army of Doom!" Andre shouted as he ran down the hallway, pelting Firmin with plastic cups. "We are invincible! I will not be… whoops."

Meg slithered to the floor in an unusually graceful way for someone who has just been knocked out by a hard plastic cup. Not noticing Andre's mistake, Firmin continued running and crashed into the wall. Andre just stared.

"I have a mixing bowl! I have a mixing bowl! And you can't have it!" Jane sang as she ran toward Jennifer's door with a mixing bowl on her head. However, she hadn't realized that wearing a red mixing bowl as a space helmet would limit her visibility and ran into the stationary Andre. He went ballistic and started chucking cups everywhere, knocking out Jane, Cuddy, and la vampire susan, who dematerialized when she hit the floor. In his shock at seeing someone slowly melt away, Andre fainted and his cups went flying all over the hallway.

Meanwhile, House was formulating a plan for world conquest in his sleep-deprived brain. So far it involved spatulas and massive amounts of yo-yos. He had gathered the spatulas, but couldn't seem to find enough yo-yos. As he turned the corner, House saw all the unconscious people on the floor (hereafter known as The Pile). Slightly freaking out, he rushed up to The Pile waving his spatulas like a raving lunatic.

"I'll save you! I'll save you! I have spatulas and I know how to use them!" Desperately hoping it would convince Cuddy, who was in the pile, to let him off easy, he scrambled toward The Pile while ranting continuously about spatulas. Not noticing the stray cups, he tripped and lay on the floor. Carlotta wandered up and smacked him in the head with a plastic plate, just for the amusement of it.

The book characters from the phan attack took one look at The Pile in the hallway, with Carlotta roaming amongst it, and promptly jumped out the nearest window. She didn't even notice them or hear the telltale splats. Finally becoming bored, she went to the refrigerator and grabbed several cans of whipped cream, for protection.

Erik and Davy Jones had finally decided to venture from the dark space beneath the house. They chatted amicably as they passed The Pile. They wouldn't have noticed it if Carlotta hadn't decided to screech at them as they passed.

"What-a happened here-a? I-a know-a you had someting to do weeth thees, Meester Phantom," she called out.

Erik turned to look at her. "What are you talking about?" He looked down. "What happened to them?"

"Dat ees exactly what-a I-a asked you!" Carlotta screeched. She kicked Firmin with the edge of her pointy shoe. Realizing the entertainment value in this, she continued doing it.

"I'm sure that man wouldn't appreciate that if he were conscious," Davy Jones pointed out.

Carlotta shrugged. "So-a what. He-a is-a not conscious, and he-a ees my-a manager. He-a has to put-a up-a with-a me."

"Watch it," Erik warned. "If you hurt him too badly he can't pay me."

"Want me to take care of her?" Jones asked. "She is a bit…shrill."

"Be my guest," Erik replied, stepping aside. Jones picked up one of House's spatulas and hit Carlotta with it. When nothing happened, he tried again. And again. And again. He kept trying until he realized that it wasn't working.

"It's not working!" he cried, stating the obvious. "She's immune to pain!"

Erik rolled his eyes. "Then just do this." He threw a Punjab lasso around her neck and pulled until she passed out from lack of air. "Apparently she needs to breathe."

Davy Jones pivoted in his heel and stared at Erik. "What did you do that for? I could have taken her out on my own."

"Perhaps you could have, but I have neither the time nor the patience to wait until you did," Erik replied coldly.

"What are you talking about? You don't have any time restraints. What's so important that you need to choke a diva when I perfectly well could have dealt with her on my own?"

"That is none of your business."

Jones glared at him more coldly. "None of my business, eh? I don't think so." He gripped the spatula harder. Erik rolled his eyes again and Jones hit him with the spatula. Erik glared back and set his Punjab down. He had already told Jones how to avoid it. He picked up his own spatula. Soon the two were having a vicious spatula war. Within minutes, The Pile was two bodies taller.

Meghan had finally decided to come back inside. Walking toward her room, she noticed how oddly quiet it was. She turned the corner and saw The Pile. She walked up to it and examined the unconscious bodies lying amongst the crowd of kitchen utensils.

"Oh, good. It's my mixing bowl. I've been looking for this to make my brownies." She picked up the red bowl off Jane's head and went to the kitchen to make brownies.

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