Tugger's Diary.
Based on Harry Potter Puppet Pals Snape's Diary, me and my best friend love Harry Potter Puppet Pals
AN Tugger might be a little OOC in this story but I figured it would be funnier to have Tugger's diary.
I strongly advise you to watch Snape's diary before reading this, I tried my best but it might not be enough.
Some things I had to change do to the character descrition.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cats or Harry Potter Puppet Pals.
Characters:
Harry: Etcetera= Cettie
Hermione: Mr Mistoffelees= Misto
Ron: Pouncival= Ponce
Snape: Rum Tum Tugger= Tugger
Cettie:*Panting* OH MY GOD. LOOK WHAT I FOUND!
Ponce: Is that a book?
Misto: I know a thing or two about books and that's a book!
Cettie: It's not just any book guys.
Ponce: Is it a young adult vampire romance novel?
Ten seconds later
Cettie: Anyway, I just happened to find this book in Tugger's bedroom in a locked trunk under his bed. It's his diary!
Ponce: *In the corner* Wow! Shall we read it?
Cettie: I've got a better idea.
Let's read it!
Misto: Oh what a fascinating character study this will be.
Cettie: Ok this is the first entry. Dear diary.
Everyone gathers round.
Tugger: *Writing* Today I ate some oatmeal for my breakfast, it was favourless and watery, I thought of my mother, I cried.
Ponce: I'm hungry
Cettie: What else is new fatty! Let's get to the good stuff.
Tugger: *Writing* Today I put on my raincoat and went to town, I caught a pair of fancy mice, when I brought them home one devoured the other and then died of aloneness, I felt envy.
Cettie: This is hilarious!
Misto: Oh look Cettie, I see your name.
Ponce: Oh, you're good at reading Misto
Cettie: What?
Tugger: *Writing* Today that hyper kitten followed me, when I attempted to punish her, she pushed me into a wall screaming 'BOTHER, BOTHER!' over and over, later she and her pouncing friend repeated the violet act until I lost conciseness. Tonight I prayed for the first time in 20 years, I prayed for the end.
Cettie: I remember that Ponce gimme five!
Ponce: You already took all my money Cettie.
Cettie: Never mind.
Tugger: *Writing* I lost a button on my cloak today, Munk pointed it out in front of the entire faculty, oh cruel attention.
Button o button,
Where have thou fled?
Did thee tarry to long against fabric and thread?
Did thee fall off my buzzum?
And sees' to assist?
I wish I could follow thee into the mist.
Ponce: What is a buzzum Cettie?
Cettie: Ummmm.
Misto: Yeah, tell him Cettie!
Cettie: Oh, look, another page.
Tugger: Today while in the bathtub.
Cettie, Ponce and Misto: EWWWWWW!
Tugger: *Writing* I fell asleep and had a nightmare, I was riding a Pollicle (It is a dream.) through a thunder storm, every thunder clap resolved into, their voices, bother, bother. Suddenly, it became music, I was at the Yule Ball with Demeter, I asked he to dance, she asked me to die. Would that I could Demeter, would that I could.
Cettie: My mum was awesome!
Tugger: *Writing* When I awoke, my skin was prune like from the tepid bathwater and I was late for golf with Lucius Malfoy.
Ponce: Mmmmm, I like prunes.
Old D: Did someone say prunes?
Ponce: I did.*Turning to Misto* How did he know?
Old D: What are you monkeys up to, studying for Jenny?
Cettie: No. We're invading Tugger's privacy by reading his personal diary which we stole from his room.
Old D: But you don't have any prunes do you?
Cettie: I'm afraid not.
Old D: I'm very disappointed in you Cettie. *Walks away.*
Cettie: Ok, back to the stinky book!
Tugger: *Writing* Today the pouncing one ate some of my more expensive catnip. He promptly vomited a glittering rainbow of foul waste and the kittens erupted with appalse triggering my migraine. I aborted the class and was left to clean the boy's sick. Halfway though Plato showed up and bragged about his many affairs with barmaids, (Cat ones) Then he told me I smelt of broccoli and left without wishing me a happy birthday, I thought of my father, I cried.
Cettie: This got boring, let's right a new entry!
Ponce: That sounds like a really fun idea.
Misto: Here's one of the quills I carry with me at all times.
Cettie: Ok. *Writing* I am Tugger, I'm so sad because I poop my pants all the time. I don't have any friends because I poop my pants and stink of broccoli and poo. I have to watch Etcetera all day and it's so boring because she's so cool and she makes me have depression. Ok I think I'll go cry now but not before I poop my pants, Uhh, Bye.
Ponce: Hahaha, can I try?
Cettie: Be my guest.
Ponce: *Writing* III. Ammmm. Sssss.
Misto: Ok Ponce that was a good try.
Tugger: *Walking on* Uhh, uhh, uhh. Somebody knocked me unconscious and ransacked my room. Wait a minute that book! What are you doing?
Cettie: Tugger! Ponce stole your diary!
Tugger: WHAT! You didn't read it did you?
Cettie: Oh he read it alright, he read it all.
Tugger: This is unacceptable!
Ponce: I liked the story about the button Tugger.
Tugger: You, you did?
Ponce: It made me said thinking about that button lost and alone. I hope you find you button Tugger.
Tugger: *Crying* So do I little pouncing one, so do I.
Ponce: *In the distance* I like buttons.