Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the genius mind of J. K. Rowling, not me.
"What's wrong, Luna?" said Harry.
"There isn't any pudding!"
"Er, maybe there'll be pudding at dinner?"
"I want pudding now!"
"Where are we going, Luna?"
"You're coming with me!"
"Where?"
"To get pudding!"
"Where?"
"In the kitchens, of course!"
"Luna... Where are your shoes?"
"Nargles.."
"Why is there a banana peel on your head?"
"Nargles... Awful, mean nargles!"
"How do you know there will be pudding in the kitchens?"
"Nargles don't like pudding... That's why I like pudding!"
"WHAT ARE NARGLES?????"
"I don't know!"
"You don't KNOW?"
"No!"
"So you just don't know where your shoes are?"
"I know where they are!"
"Where?"
"I fed them to the giant squid!"
"Why?"
"Nargles told me to,"
They entered the kitchens.
"Where's the pudding?"
"There isn't any."
"Where's the pudding?"
"Luna! Stop! You're breaking things! Why don't you eat some... something else?"
"Something else! Accio pudding! Accio pudding! ACCIO PUDDING!"
"Harry?"
"Professor Dumbledore! I didn't...She made me... Pudding..."
"Pudding? GIVE ME PUDDING!"
"I see... I'd like some pudding too... as a matter of fact...Miss Lovegood has the right idea... PUDDING, HARRY, PUDDING!"
And Luna and Dumbledore chased Harry all the way to the Potions dungeons, where they turned on someone else...
"PUDDING, SNAPE, PUDDING!"
THE END