I wrote this to horrify the general populace. This is a crossover between the Phantom of the Opera and Invader Zim. And I tell everybody in advance that I love both the genres I'm using, so please don't kill me. Enjoy! mrowmrowmrow!

Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING! Do NOT sue unless you'd really like my penny collection.

When Art and Artless Collide

Chapter 1: The Plan

"GIR! Come to me so I can reveal my latest plan to conquer this worm-babyridden slimepit of a planet!" shrieked the little green Irken invader known as Zim.

"But Piggy and I were gonna play foosball!" said the little robot GIR as he squeezed his giant stuffed pig in through the lab door.

"The swine demon can wait. I've just discovered the secret of these disgusting earthings' existence. Through researching historical customs, I have found that there is one device of such power that the earthlings cannot resist!" Zim raved on.

"Ooooooooooh! Can I be a mongoose?" GIR inquired randomly.

"SILENCE! At first, I was puzzled by its effect, but the hamsters have proven its affectiveness so we will proceed. We will proceed with a plan so horrible, so sickeningly diabolical, that I almost feel sorry for the wretched pink mouthbreathers. We will go back in time and stop the invention of the PEANUTBUTTER AND BANANA SANDWICH! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAcoughcoughAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Its brilliant! And then this pathetic excuse for a planet will belong to the glory of the Irken hordes! GIR, I am about to send you on your greatest mission ever." Zim walked over to the computer and called up a file on Elvis Presley. "You are to dispose of this human and take his peanut butter and banana sandwich throne. Here is your disguise," Zim handed GIR a white sequined jumpsuit and a black pompadoured wig plus sideburns. "This will also help you with your deception" , said Zim, handing GIR a bucket of fried chicken legs.

"Can I have a cupcake?"

"No, GIR. This is no time for the cake in a cup! Get on the platform"

"Ookay...But don't forget to feed the pancakes while I'm gone. They like butter and syrup and fish sausage and taquitoes and..." just then Zim flipped the switch and sent GIR back in time.

1870's Paris

Christine Daae exited the front doors of the Opera Populaire grateful for a few hours to herself without the demands of endless ballet rehearsals or Carlotta shrieking commands at poor Monsiuer Reyer, the conductor. She headed off down the crowded towards her favorite bakery. Suddenly, something small and metallic came flying out of the air and struck her in the back, knocking her to the ground. As she got up looking for what hit her, she saw what appeared to be a small child with green eyes made entirely out of metal.

"Do you like the Angry Monkey Show?" Gir said before starting to dance his little rave dance.

To Be Continued...

Let me know what you think! Read and review and I'll write the next chapter in a couple days. mrowmrowmrow,