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The Escape of the Fridge
Gregory (the eight foot griffin) Was taking a quiet stroll in the park.
He spotted a white dot on the horizen.
Who can that be? He thought, but continued on.
The dot on the horizen otherwise known as the amazing dancing fridge, caught up with Gregory.
"HHHHEEEEELLLPPPPP" It shouted
"What?" Said Gregory.
"There's a madman chasing me and screaming death threats at me.2
" I...AM...GOING...TO KILL...YOU, YOU, YOU...CHOCOLATE-DESTROYER." Said Remus, who had just appeared found the corner.
" I see what you mean, you've really got Moony mad" Said Gregory "C'mon, I know somewhere safe."
And with a magical griffin 'pop', they both dissapeared.
I'd know that 'pop' anywhere, I know where they are. Thought Remus.
"We're here." Said Gregory " I'M HOME PRONGS"
"Okay, what do you want" Said James
" Could you hide this fridge from Moony, He sorta blew up his chocolate" Said Gregory
James tried hard, and failed, to supress a laugh.
"Dangerous businesss, that, Remus' chocolate." He laughed
"Har har" Said the fridge.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Okay, okay... get in here." Said James, pushing the fridge into his incredible expanding broom cupboard.
The door flew open, and Remus stepped inside, a gleam of pure malice in his eye.
"All right, where is it, that damn fridge!" He said
" No fridges round here, just me and my griffin Moony." Said James with an incredibly shifty look on his features.
"Okay then, but I'll find out if you're lying, and I'll be back, mark my words." Said Remus, and with that, he disapparated.
" I hope you've learned your lesson," Said James to the fridge, "Never mess with Remus' chocolate!" In answer, the fridge did a stupid little jig rounnd James' house,
singing Creedence Clearwater Revival.
"C'mon the rising wind..."
" Hey look, a flying cow"
"WHAT"
"...We're goin up around the bend..."
FINITE!
A/N: So what do ya all think, a wee bit crappy I know, but I was in a hurry, so oh well. Review please!. And I think I can trust all my faithful fans (well, I say fans... readers) out there to know what I think of flamers, DON'T BOTHER! Flames don't work on me, I'm 100 percentfireproof.