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Daniel:
LUREEN:

((shakes her head and rolls her eyes as Jack prounces out the door.))

**Remember ta get yer ass back down here for the new combines.  I jest heard musical mules make good sales.**

coffeecat33:
Jack

%% I surely do hope that Ennis
is not late meetin' me at the campsite.
Him and me has got some serious lovin'
to catch up on! %%

Lumière:
((  MEANWHILE ...

Back at LUCISE INDAPADDOCK's trailer ..


Lucise tosses and turns in bed ..




.. He finally wakes up .. after sleeping for what seems like an entire year!  He looks around him, sleepily at first, as he rubs his eyes ..
He realises he is alone in bed ..))


%%  Where is Guy?    How long have I been asleep?  Why didn't someone wake me?  What the..?  What about the wedding..?  What about... %%


** GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUYYYYYY!!!  **


(( Lucise jumps out of bed and staggers into the living area..





He looks around some more .. nobody..he panicks..))


%%  Where the heck is Guy? .. What day is it?  What time is it anyway?  Where is he?  I need to tell him that  .. %%


** GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUYYYYYY!!!  **

Daniel:
((As if in reply to Lucise's panicked shouts, an ingenious little device is activated and an envelope of purest vellum falls from the ceiling, tied with a red ribbon to the ceiling. On its surface is written in elegant script "Monsieur Indapaddock." There is a sudden burst of lively, classical music from an invisible orchestra and a pensive humming of strings, as though waiting for something.))

PHANTOM OF THE FILM VOICEOVER: **Ahem**

((Sensing another musical number, Lucise is torn between reaching up to take the letter or heading out the door, finally fate decides for him, and he takes the letter, opening it, as the orchestra blares up again and the Phantom's voice is clearly heard.))

**My dear Mr. Indapaddock,
        Hope it's not an inconvenient time.
        To inform you, you laze.
        That you've slept for days.
        And now your lover's gone for he's the unsuspecting victim of some crime.

        Please do not be unbraided.
        This is not a postletter of ransom.
        But I think it's rather best,
        if you were up and dressed.
        My self discipline's quite stressed and your lover is really quite handsome.

        And to keep my musical letter short,
        I have found your Monsieur Guy.
        He's quite well,
        I can tell:
        A little addled in the head, I think, but I have no psychiatry degree.

        In short, I think you'd better be up.
        And on your way to find your beaux.
        Come at once, if you can,
        To obtain your man.
        We are waiting patiently at the little bistro on Ducksina Row.

        There is just one more small matter.
        And then I will say Adieu.
        I am still waiting for my pay.
        It should have been here yesterday.
        Please tell Ms. Sparta that my salary is long overdue.**

     
       

       

Lumière:
(( LUCISE paces as he listens to the PHANTOM's voice over and over again, clutching the letter in his hand...))


%%  I must've been asleep way too long!  Who the heck is this phantom?  And what is that music?  And where TF is it coming from?  And where the heck is Ducksina Row and why would Guy be there with a Spartan?  AARRGGGHHHH.. I think I am going insane!!!!!!!  Maybe this a dream .. maybe I am still sleeping .. Maybe ..%%


((Lucise rushes back to the bedroom, throws some clothes on and picks up his phone from the floor beside the bed.
He quickly dials GUY's number..




))

%% Come on babe, pick up the damn phone ..%%

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