Harry Potter and the Mystery of the Night (pause for Orange Applause)
It was a cheerful morning down in Hogwarts, where the last night had been stolen by the fat, large, rounded, stupid, horrid, yellow, mouldy, green, lemony, bluish, creamy, angry and fat (Oh! I am so sorry! I am sure you get the message! It just makes me so mad how the sun disappears every night)! Anyway, Mr Potter had been woken up to the glorious sound of b-e-a-utiful bird humming a tuneful tune. And then being shot. Then he realised that the moon was gone! This aggravated him immensely, so he went to drink some orange squash, while thinking about carrots. BURP!
"Now Ronny boy, are you going to sit here all morning while thinking of the sight of hair mousse, or are you going to get up? Bump me on the belly, and help me solve the mystery of the missing moon."
At the strange sound of Harry barking, Ron woke up and whispered, "Are you a tiger or are you an owl, and which do you prefer, ice-cream or mice?" into Harry's rather stuffed nose. When he realised, what he had said, he opened his eyes and jumped out of bed. Much to Harry's unexpected surprise (and by this, I mean totally expected), Ron was wearing a rather tight jump suit with a bat man cape and false teeth, which made it kind of hard for him to sing, which later he had expected to do.
"Why yes, Harry boy, I shall, but first, shall we get out of these ridiculous costumes?" With that, Harry unzipped his old baggy skin to reveal a new Harry, with simply refreshing eyes.
"Now we need at least an extra 4000 IQ points, so let's go ask Her-mee-own to help." So off the duo pranced, down the hall, taking at least four people down on the way.
When they arrived at the dorm, Ron was hypnotised by the sight of Her-mee-own sitting on her head dribbling, chewing toilet paper and sitting on her head, all at the same time.