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Chapter 1
Record someone shouting "BAZINGA!", hide it in a tree near the preacher, and sometime during the service remote-activate the recording to go off.
"Remind me what I'm doing here again?" Sirius asked as he helped James set up chairs for the funeral of some random relative of James' that he couldn't care less about.
"You're being a good friend, and helping me through this incredibly dull time,"
"Then why don't we liven it up a bit?" Sirius asked mischievously.
"And we're gonna do this how?" But James' face had lit up at the fact this funeral might not be as dull as he had previously though.
"Well, remember how we heard that 4th year talking about some muggle contraption called a recorder?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, I went out and bought a few this summer. I thought they might come in useful sometime. So I figured we could record something, then randomly set if off during the funeral,"
"Padfoot, you are brilliant! Bloody brilliant!"
"I know," Sirius said, smirking as they headed back to James' room.
When they got there, Sirius went over to his trunk, and pulled out a few black recorders. After the boys finally figured out how to work them, they each recorded them and went to put them around where the preacher would be speaking.
Later during the ceremony when the preacher was in the middle of a particularly boring speech, James and Sirius nodded to each other, and reached for their wands. They mumbled a quiet spell and then, "BAZINGA! BAZINGA! BAZINGAAAAAAAAA!" was heard all throughout the place. One lady even fell of her seat.
"Padfoot," James said turning to his friend.
"Yes Prongs?"
"This has got to be the best funeral EVER!"
Yes I am doing another story. Don't worry, this one won't affect my updating "Yo Mama". I just felt like doing this. Please review and tell me what you think!