Humongo Bob
& the U~O~I~A~B
part 1
It all started with me, Humongo Bob. Or rather, it all started with a **POP!**. Which ever you deam worthy of a beginning. An-y-waaay… OMG I forgot the Author's Note! Aggh, it's all Malfoy's fault…he's the one who put that Memory Curse on me, now I don't remember a thing…
Okie well, now that I've recovered my memory, here's the A/N: **sigh** here comes a freak story that will blow your mind…btw, I'm a girl, and I'm sighing cos you think it's odd for me to be Bob. Well, Flying Monkeys to you who says anything about 'Bob is not a girl name', or 'Bob is a stupid name for a girl,' or, 'Why are you so obsessed with Bobs?' or…well, you get it, eh? So… Aggh Damn you Malfoy I've forgotten again blast it all…uumph end of A/N.
It all started with a **POP!** [a/n: that's best, I think…how bout you?] I was standing on …rather, hanging from… a tree. [a/n: blast it all Malfoy! The Disclaimer… I own Bob Da Squid. I Own Dark Bob. I own Miss Ronaldo. I don't own Harry Potter and his budz, his teachers, his enemies, his clothing…except for the rainbow wizard hat… or his shoes. Except for the clown ones he wears when ya'll ain't lookin'. Ahh yes… I own me too. I bought me from Kmart fifteen minutes ago. I was expensive!] I fell from the tree with an oomph, only to land in a mushy puddle of pond scum and grass.
Humongo Bob: 'Aggh…where the hell am I?'
Big, scary voice says: yooooou arrrrre at Hoooogwaaaarts, yoooou siiiilllly liiiiiitlle giiiiirl…yoooou arrrrrew goooing toooo fallllll iiiiiin looooove wiiiiiiith Haaaaaarry Poooooter!
Bob: Harry Potter? Who the hey ho hum is Harry Potter?
Big, Scary Voice: Haaaaaaary Pooooter, yooooou iiiidiiiiiiooooot! Haaaarrry Poooooter!
Bob: Oh SORR-EEE, Haaaarrry Poooooter…who is he anyway?
Big, Scary Voice: I thought you were the author, Bob, where's your brain? Oops I mean..III Thoooouuughhht yooooouu…
Bob ::cuts off big Scary voice:: Confound you…I am the author, where's your sense of humor? Go away now. Let's get on with the story!
Big, Scary Voice: ::walks away, mumbling:: 'My lines looked longer than that on the page…ummph I feel cheated.'
Bob: Allllll riiiighty then. Where's my Harry? I said, WHERE'S MY HARRY? Oh for GOODNESS SAKES that's your CUE, Marc!
Harry: uhh, hi, Bob..I'm uh, I'm harry … ::whispers to Lyz, who is playing Hermione:: 'What's my line again?'
Bob: You're Harry Potter, and you're fired…someone get me a new Harry, Marc seems influenced by forces out of my command!!
Harry/Marc: Oh, dammit, I lost another job…
End part 1…don't worry, don't fret, I'll probly have part two by tomorrow!
& the U~O~I~A~B
part 1
It all started with me, Humongo Bob. Or rather, it all started with a **POP!**. Which ever you deam worthy of a beginning. An-y-waaay… OMG I forgot the Author's Note! Aggh, it's all Malfoy's fault…he's the one who put that Memory Curse on me, now I don't remember a thing…
Okie well, now that I've recovered my memory, here's the A/N: **sigh** here comes a freak story that will blow your mind…btw, I'm a girl, and I'm sighing cos you think it's odd for me to be Bob. Well, Flying Monkeys to you who says anything about 'Bob is not a girl name', or 'Bob is a stupid name for a girl,' or, 'Why are you so obsessed with Bobs?' or…well, you get it, eh? So… Aggh Damn you Malfoy I've forgotten again blast it all…uumph end of A/N.
It all started with a **POP!** [a/n: that's best, I think…how bout you?] I was standing on …rather, hanging from… a tree. [a/n: blast it all Malfoy! The Disclaimer… I own Bob Da Squid. I Own Dark Bob. I own Miss Ronaldo. I don't own Harry Potter and his budz, his teachers, his enemies, his clothing…except for the rainbow wizard hat… or his shoes. Except for the clown ones he wears when ya'll ain't lookin'. Ahh yes… I own me too. I bought me from Kmart fifteen minutes ago. I was expensive!] I fell from the tree with an oomph, only to land in a mushy puddle of pond scum and grass.
Humongo Bob: 'Aggh…where the hell am I?'
Big, scary voice says: yooooou arrrrre at Hoooogwaaaarts, yoooou siiiilllly liiiiiitlle giiiiirl…yoooou arrrrrew goooing toooo fallllll iiiiiin looooove wiiiiiiith Haaaaaarry Poooooter!
Bob: Harry Potter? Who the hey ho hum is Harry Potter?
Big, Scary Voice: Haaaaaaary Pooooter, yooooou iiiidiiiiiiooooot! Haaaarrry Poooooter!
Bob: Oh SORR-EEE, Haaaarrry Poooooter…who is he anyway?
Big, Scary Voice: I thought you were the author, Bob, where's your brain? Oops I mean..III Thoooouuughhht yooooouu…
Bob ::cuts off big Scary voice:: Confound you…I am the author, where's your sense of humor? Go away now. Let's get on with the story!
Big, Scary Voice: ::walks away, mumbling:: 'My lines looked longer than that on the page…ummph I feel cheated.'
Bob: Allllll riiiighty then. Where's my Harry? I said, WHERE'S MY HARRY? Oh for GOODNESS SAKES that's your CUE, Marc!
Harry: uhh, hi, Bob..I'm uh, I'm harry … ::whispers to Lyz, who is playing Hermione:: 'What's my line again?'
Bob: You're Harry Potter, and you're fired…someone get me a new Harry, Marc seems influenced by forces out of my command!!
Harry/Marc: Oh, dammit, I lost another job…
End part 1…don't worry, don't fret, I'll probly have part two by tomorrow!