Disclaimer: I have't checked my mirror today but I am guessing that I
didn't turn into JK Rowlings over night. So I own nothing.
W*P*S: Ok I found a challenge in a fanfic I was reading, Anatomy of a Death Eater by Rose Rovente. I suggest you go read it becaue it is very good but also very very sad. Well here are the rules for the short story I am about to write for you.
1. Must contain Fred and George. Must NOT contain the phrase: "other half"
2. Must be in third person
3. Must contain a green piggy bank
4. No ships. No mention of ships. Rose doesn't like ships.
5. Beer must spill. I like it when beer spills. Can you tell?
6. Harry must use the phrase "fabric softener"
7. Must NOT contain any female characters
8. Fred must ask George for his trousers back no less than three times.
9. Must contain an eloquent and charming frog.
So here we go!
One day at the Burrow, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, Geogre, Ron, and Harry were sitting around the kitchen table, drinking beers. Yes Harry and Ron were drinking too because Mr. Weasly is cool and he is also drunk. Actually he's smashed. They were all resting after a big day of shopping. Fred was the only one who got something, though. A brand new pair of TROUSERS! He was wearing them proudly and glaoting about how good thay made his butt look, when George, who was beginning to get tired of his boasting, "accidentally" spilled his beer on Fred's leg. Fred jumped up and cried, "Oh no! Not my new trousers! Woe is me!" Bill turned to Fred and said, "TAKE THEM OFF!" Harry joined in and said
"You can get that out with FABRIC SOFTENER!" The eloquent and charming frog on the counter croacked with laughter along with the green piggy bank. Fred took his trousers off and handed them to George, who took them and shouted in a meanacing voice,
"MWAHAHAHA NOW YOU SHAL NEVER GET YOU TROUSERS BACK! MWAHAHMWAHAHA" Fred crumpled to the ground sobbing over his lost trousers.
"George! Please give me back my trousers!" (1) George just laughed, while everyone else around the table gawked at the twins' strange behavior. Chrlie and Ron put down their beers. Percy got up from the table, but, being so drunk he bumped into it, thus causing the beers to fall over and once again, spill. Mr. Weasly chuged down the rest of his beer and before passing out completely, he said to George,
"Give Fred his trousers back." Then he fell to the ground, out cold. Fred looked up at his brother with tears of lost trousers streaming down his face, and said
"George! Give me my trousers back PLEASE!" (2) George said no cheerfully and stalked out of the room.
"eh! Where'd `e go?" Ron spluttered. Harry ran after him shouting like a little girl,
"George! Are you going to get the fabric softener? You MUST use FABRIC SOFTENER!" Fred crawled out the door in his boxer, which had little G's flying around on them. He stood with the help of the counter, and bellowed,
"GEORGE! GIVE ME MY TROUSERS BACK NOW!!!" (3) George turned and gawked at his twin, taken back by the power in his voice. He shruged it off and continued to mombo gleefully down the drive, singing like an idiot, "I'VE GOT FREDIES PANTS! HEY! I'VE GOT FREDIES PANTS! HEY!" After butt bumping a little at the end of the way, he let out one more HEY! And disavapparted. Never to be seen again, that hour.
W*P*S: ok! Did you like it? Mwahahaha! I know I did! Well that's all. Ok bye!
W*P*S: Ok I found a challenge in a fanfic I was reading, Anatomy of a Death Eater by Rose Rovente. I suggest you go read it becaue it is very good but also very very sad. Well here are the rules for the short story I am about to write for you.
1. Must contain Fred and George. Must NOT contain the phrase: "other half"
2. Must be in third person
3. Must contain a green piggy bank
4. No ships. No mention of ships. Rose doesn't like ships.
5. Beer must spill. I like it when beer spills. Can you tell?
6. Harry must use the phrase "fabric softener"
7. Must NOT contain any female characters
8. Fred must ask George for his trousers back no less than three times.
9. Must contain an eloquent and charming frog.
So here we go!
One day at the Burrow, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, Geogre, Ron, and Harry were sitting around the kitchen table, drinking beers. Yes Harry and Ron were drinking too because Mr. Weasly is cool and he is also drunk. Actually he's smashed. They were all resting after a big day of shopping. Fred was the only one who got something, though. A brand new pair of TROUSERS! He was wearing them proudly and glaoting about how good thay made his butt look, when George, who was beginning to get tired of his boasting, "accidentally" spilled his beer on Fred's leg. Fred jumped up and cried, "Oh no! Not my new trousers! Woe is me!" Bill turned to Fred and said, "TAKE THEM OFF!" Harry joined in and said
"You can get that out with FABRIC SOFTENER!" The eloquent and charming frog on the counter croacked with laughter along with the green piggy bank. Fred took his trousers off and handed them to George, who took them and shouted in a meanacing voice,
"MWAHAHAHA NOW YOU SHAL NEVER GET YOU TROUSERS BACK! MWAHAHMWAHAHA" Fred crumpled to the ground sobbing over his lost trousers.
"George! Please give me back my trousers!" (1) George just laughed, while everyone else around the table gawked at the twins' strange behavior. Chrlie and Ron put down their beers. Percy got up from the table, but, being so drunk he bumped into it, thus causing the beers to fall over and once again, spill. Mr. Weasly chuged down the rest of his beer and before passing out completely, he said to George,
"Give Fred his trousers back." Then he fell to the ground, out cold. Fred looked up at his brother with tears of lost trousers streaming down his face, and said
"George! Give me my trousers back PLEASE!" (2) George said no cheerfully and stalked out of the room.
"eh! Where'd `e go?" Ron spluttered. Harry ran after him shouting like a little girl,
"George! Are you going to get the fabric softener? You MUST use FABRIC SOFTENER!" Fred crawled out the door in his boxer, which had little G's flying around on them. He stood with the help of the counter, and bellowed,
"GEORGE! GIVE ME MY TROUSERS BACK NOW!!!" (3) George turned and gawked at his twin, taken back by the power in his voice. He shruged it off and continued to mombo gleefully down the drive, singing like an idiot, "I'VE GOT FREDIES PANTS! HEY! I'VE GOT FREDIES PANTS! HEY!" After butt bumping a little at the end of the way, he let out one more HEY! And disavapparted. Never to be seen again, that hour.
W*P*S: ok! Did you like it? Mwahahaha! I know I did! Well that's all. Ok bye!