Well here's the final chapter. I had fun writing this, and I'm also relieved. Time to go do something useful with my life. (Fails and goes to watch old "SpongeBob" episodes, then listens to "POTO" Original London Cast for the umpteenth time)

Chapter Twelve

"The end," Squidward finished the story. There is a moment of silence, then SpongeBob starts balling, while Patrick just sits there with a blank look on his face.

"Oh Squidward, that was so sad!" SpongeBob cried. "Why didn't she stay with the Phantom?" Patrick turned his head towards his sobbing friend.

"Well, what did you expect in an opera? A happy ending?" The starfish replied.

"Patrick, The Phantom of the Opera, is a musical, not an opera," an annoyed Squidward corrected.

"My whole life has been a lie," Patrick said, flatly.

"That's why the story is so good, SpongeBob. The Phantom loved her so much, so he let her go." Squidward remembered the first time he saw the stage show live. Actually, he had had the same reaction as SpongeBob, but he wasn't about to admit it. He goes over to the stereo, ejects the disc, and puts it back in its case. "Now, I held my end of the deal. It's time for you to leave!"

SpongeBob wipes his tears. "Uh, Squidward. Could I borrow the CD? I wanna show it to Sandy."

"Umm, well, sure. Just don't tell her that I put her in the story." Squidward blushed and sweated, feeling a little nervous. He hoped Sandy wouldn't find out that he put her, himself, and SpongeBob in a love triangle. SpongeBob jumped off the couch and ran over to collect the CD.

"Squidward, are you hiding something?" Patrick asked, standing up.

"I'm hiding my desire to wring your necks!" the octopus retorted. He turned to SpongeBob. "And I don't wanna see a single scratch or your buying me a new one!"

"What's this?" the sponge held up another CD case. Patrick tried reading it.

"La...le...Les," he pronounced the 's.' "Miss..." Squidward was losing his patience.

"It's Les Miserables, you ding-dong!" He blurted.

"Is that the story of your life, Squidward?" Patrick asked. Squidward fought back his anger.

"No, Pat. It's another musical," SpongeBob informed. "Squidward, will you tell us this story?"

No, no, no!" The octopus protested. "The deal was, I tell you 'Phantom,' and you leave me alone for the rest of the day! The day is almost over, and I would like to get in as much clarinet practice as I can."

"You're right. We must honor our word. You can tell us the story tomorrow! C'mon Patrick, let's go show this to Sandy." SpongeBob put the 'Phantom' CD in his pants, then grabbed Patrick, and they left out of the window they had climbed up. Despair seized Squidward, as his idiot neighbors left his house, laughing.

"My life would make a great opera!" Squidward groaned. He pulls out his clarinet and plays the "Overture," from The Phantom of the Opera, very badly. He tried to forget about spending another day with those dunderheads, telling them about his second favorite musical.

A/N: Well, I'm finally done. Points for the Bugs Bunny reference? And it does annoy me when people think, "Phantom" is an opera. It is a wonderful musical. No I am not going to write a SB parody of Les Miz. I wouldn't know how I would do that, so don't look out for it. Anyway, waddaya think? Review!