Dobby was busy cleaning the Malfoy family toilet and was scrubbing with gusto as it had been burrito night in the Malfoy household.
"Dobby can't seem to get this brown ring de-crusted from the bowl!" he woefully cried out. To punish himself he began to lap vigorously at the dirty water speckled with remnants of a beef and cheese explosion.
He continued his vomitacious punishment but it was stopped short when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around to face the barrel of a gun that was being handled by none other than Elmo, the red muppet.
"Who are you? Dobby doesn't remember master having company over tonight," he said confused.
Elmo let out an evil giggle, "Maybe that's cause Dobby is a dumb little bastard who has a date with death! Elmo's gonna beat the shit out of you and then pop a cap in your ass!"
Dobby's eyes grew wide and he involuntarily wet himself in fear.
"Elmo thinks you missed the toilet," he said as he laughed cruelly.
"Dobby wants to know why you want to kill Dobby," Dobby meekly replied.
Elmo's eyes narrowed, "Elmo will have you know that there is only room for one annoying character who refers to himself in third person in the hearts of children. That one character is Elmo."
Just then Draco walked in to relieve himself of another round of burritos. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked snidely.
"Elmo has an answer for you," he immediately followed this reply with a shot of his gun and Draco fell down dead.
"Dobby can't believe this just happened!" Dobby yelled as he stood horrified in front of the dead body of his master's son.
"Well believe this!" Elmo said darkly has he aimed his gun right between Dobby's eyes. It was then that Dobby made a last ditch effort to escape and ran around the bathroom with his arms flailing in the air. It was his good fortune that he randomly brushed the side of Elmo. At this, Elmo dropped his gun and laughed until he cried. "No! Elmo's weakness is to be tickled, nooooo!!"
Dobby smiled at this new realization and continued his tickle attack. He sent Elmo into a laughing fit and while he was on the ground recovering, Dobby picked up the gun.
"Can you tell Dobby how to get to Sesame Street?" Dobby asked wickedly.
Elmo quivered in fear and let out a small squeak.
"Wrong answer," Dobby coldly replied and fired. With his 'confidence' in hand he went downstairs to pay a visit to the master and mistress of the house.