Ok, I had this really stupid dream, so I decided to write this. The
dream
had nothing to do with a chamber pot of secrets!! I don't own Harry
Potter, J.K. Rowling and Scholastic do.
Chapter 1 :The Worst Birthday...*laughs*
The Dumb family were sitting around the table at 4 Freaky Rich People
Live Here, Go Away! Drive. Harry had yet to arrive at the table because
he didn't want to watch his cousin, Dumbly, eat his breakfast. But,
eventually Harry Pottery class went down the stairs to breakfast.
When he arrived, his uncle Very gave him the evil eye until he sat
down.
Then, his aunt Peculiarly gave him toast. It was Harry's twelfth
birthday, and he was sad. He knew Very, Peculiarly, and Dumbly Dumb
didn't like him, and thought his birthday was a supreme waste of time.
So, to make matters worse, Very decided to screw his head up more.
"We all know today is an..." he started. Dumbly was shoving his face
into the plate, tr trying to lick the inside of it, in hopes of finding
more bacon.
"There's bacon on the stove you little Dumby!" she said in a cooing
voice. "Harry, bring my little Dumby-kins bacon."
"Yes Peculiarly Dumb," said Harry as he went to fetch the bacon. He
came
back with the frying pan in his mouth, and his butt wagging.
"What are you doing?" asked Peculiarly.
"You said fetch the bacon," said Harry's muffled voice. Then, Dumbly
took the frying pan out of Harry's mouth and shoved his face in that.
Then, Dr. Evil appeared.
"Dumbly has gone insane because of the bacon. It's like frickin catnip
for fat people," said Dr. Evil as he disappeared.
"O...k, well today is an important day..."
"We're actually going to celebrate my birthday?" asked Harry Pottery
class.
"Hell no! The Bacons are coming over. And I will make the biggest deal
of my life!" Uncle Very sold drills.
How could Harry have forgotten? The Bacon family was coming and Harry
would be....
"Harry, stay in your room, and don't make noise or talk to any
mythical
creatures that may happen to appear!" said aunt Peculiarly.
"Gotcha!"
"Now, clean the house, while I cook, and your uncle and abnormally fat
cousin are getting dinner suits."
"Are they made to fit people that large?" said Harry.
"I was going to give you some pudding, but no, you had to piss off
aunt
Peculiarly Dumb!" Then she muttered: "Why did I marry a man whose last
name is Dumb? Oh yes, because my original last name was Stupid!" Harry
muffled a laugh, and vacuumed the living room, stairs, Dumbly's room,
Very and Peculiarly's room, the bathroom-which is tiled, mowed the
lawn,
tuned up the car, bought the groceries, pruned the rosebush, stole the
bacon, and sat down and did nothing. While doing this heinous chore, he
saw two tennis balls with black in the middle. Gasp! Maybe they're
eyes!
After doing all the chores and looking at tennis balls, Harry went
inside. Aunt Peculiarly looked even dumber than usual. She was wearing
a
green go-go dress and white boots. Harry gave her this look.
"Eat this," she said, shoving cottage cheese down his throat.
"Cheese!" said Harry in a trance.
"Ok, enough freakyness, go upstairs, the bacons will be here any
moment." Harry went to the bathroom before entering his room. It took
him
a bit, because he got engrossed in the scar on his forehead. The scar
was
shaped like a clay pot, that was made by a five year old. He remembered
Lord Likestosnort, and having survived his scary attacks by fuzzy
flying
pigs from the Shire.
He sucked it up and walked into his room, where he saw the tennis
balls
attached to a body. It was a mythical creature. Oh great, thought
Harry,
I'm not supposed to talk to mythical creatures. The doorbell rang, and
Harry squealed like a little girl.
~~~~~
REVIEW!
dream
had nothing to do with a chamber pot of secrets!! I don't own Harry
Potter, J.K. Rowling and Scholastic do.
Chapter 1 :The Worst Birthday...*laughs*
The Dumb family were sitting around the table at 4 Freaky Rich People
Live Here, Go Away! Drive. Harry had yet to arrive at the table because
he didn't want to watch his cousin, Dumbly, eat his breakfast. But,
eventually Harry Pottery class went down the stairs to breakfast.
When he arrived, his uncle Very gave him the evil eye until he sat
down.
Then, his aunt Peculiarly gave him toast. It was Harry's twelfth
birthday, and he was sad. He knew Very, Peculiarly, and Dumbly Dumb
didn't like him, and thought his birthday was a supreme waste of time.
So, to make matters worse, Very decided to screw his head up more.
"We all know today is an..." he started. Dumbly was shoving his face
into the plate, tr trying to lick the inside of it, in hopes of finding
more bacon.
"There's bacon on the stove you little Dumby!" she said in a cooing
voice. "Harry, bring my little Dumby-kins bacon."
"Yes Peculiarly Dumb," said Harry as he went to fetch the bacon. He
came
back with the frying pan in his mouth, and his butt wagging.
"What are you doing?" asked Peculiarly.
"You said fetch the bacon," said Harry's muffled voice. Then, Dumbly
took the frying pan out of Harry's mouth and shoved his face in that.
Then, Dr. Evil appeared.
"Dumbly has gone insane because of the bacon. It's like frickin catnip
for fat people," said Dr. Evil as he disappeared.
"O...k, well today is an important day..."
"We're actually going to celebrate my birthday?" asked Harry Pottery
class.
"Hell no! The Bacons are coming over. And I will make the biggest deal
of my life!" Uncle Very sold drills.
How could Harry have forgotten? The Bacon family was coming and Harry
would be....
"Harry, stay in your room, and don't make noise or talk to any
mythical
creatures that may happen to appear!" said aunt Peculiarly.
"Gotcha!"
"Now, clean the house, while I cook, and your uncle and abnormally fat
cousin are getting dinner suits."
"Are they made to fit people that large?" said Harry.
"I was going to give you some pudding, but no, you had to piss off
aunt
Peculiarly Dumb!" Then she muttered: "Why did I marry a man whose last
name is Dumb? Oh yes, because my original last name was Stupid!" Harry
muffled a laugh, and vacuumed the living room, stairs, Dumbly's room,
Very and Peculiarly's room, the bathroom-which is tiled, mowed the
lawn,
tuned up the car, bought the groceries, pruned the rosebush, stole the
bacon, and sat down and did nothing. While doing this heinous chore, he
saw two tennis balls with black in the middle. Gasp! Maybe they're
eyes!
After doing all the chores and looking at tennis balls, Harry went
inside. Aunt Peculiarly looked even dumber than usual. She was wearing
a
green go-go dress and white boots. Harry gave her this look.
"Eat this," she said, shoving cottage cheese down his throat.
"Cheese!" said Harry in a trance.
"Ok, enough freakyness, go upstairs, the bacons will be here any
moment." Harry went to the bathroom before entering his room. It took
him
a bit, because he got engrossed in the scar on his forehead. The scar
was
shaped like a clay pot, that was made by a five year old. He remembered
Lord Likestosnort, and having survived his scary attacks by fuzzy
flying
pigs from the Shire.
He sucked it up and walked into his room, where he saw the tennis
balls
attached to a body. It was a mythical creature. Oh great, thought
Harry,
I'm not supposed to talk to mythical creatures. The doorbell rang, and
Harry squealed like a little girl.
~~~~~
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