A/N- Well, this is my first real story and please review and please don't
read my other story, it sucks. I wrote that a long time ago and was too
lazy to take it off. Actually this story isn't real, it is a parody, so be
careful, there may be something scary in here..
Disclaimer- What? This isn't mine? JK Rowling?? HA! Like she could write something as good as mine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ Parody: The Titanic
Chapter 1- Meeting of the Idiots
Ranger Babe
"All righ' boys, hand them babies over."
"Mate, we aint got no babies. Wait, do we got som' babies back there Marry? We aint supposed to have no babies. We don't do babies do we Marry? Nope, so we don't got none-"
"Shut the sex up moyle!"
"I tink de word you looking for is fuck boss," Replied Mrabbe to his boss, Marry. He liked his job as an anonymous gambler in a one shot parody when no one sticks to the scripts.
He also liked the idea of being a southern black woman. White women weren't up to scale on the ghetto dese days.
" `Ey Mrabbe, could ya maybe do a lime gazing into space while thinking about how we aint stickin' to the script and pay a little more attention to the movie, eh?" Marry stated. He got his dimes in all right. Wait, was it his dimes or nickels.
"But wat about them babies?" Moyle questioned. Seriously or unseriously we will never know because right then at that moment a killer shark came on set and ate everybody and killed the crew and set. Draco gave a loud cough. It was his cue and he was a major character in this story unlike Marry Pothead. Oh yeah, right, sorry Draco.
But at that moment.
"Alrigh' they aint no babies," Draco growled.
"But I wanted a baby." Moyle confessed.
"Stop interrupting my speech!" Draco shouted. "As I was saying.. They aint no babies because babies really mean puppies and puppies really mean them muggle paper things that you give me so I can get on the Titanic so them muggle paper thi-"
Mrabbe gave a loud snore on G and sustained it. He was tuning up for the big opera concert. Moyle Did some searching around for his bass b flat. He sounded a bit like Draco's mother in the shower.Marry tuned up for his soprano note. They were all not in perfect harmony as they snored their big hit Marylin Manson ate my girlfriend.
Draco slammed his fist on the table."Owieeee! Ouch! Mommy! I broke a nail," Draco wailed like a shrilly girl waving her signs up for Hanson at an NSYNC concert. "This cant be happening! I just got them done!"
"Ooh, wut cula did you get 'em done in? I had sum Purple mountain majesty las' week" Mrabbe said.
"Snape did 'em passion pink and grimy green this week. You know for Slytherin and all." Draco gave a loud giggle and added. "And because passion pink is the color of the week." He doubled over in a fit of giggles. And I mean very girly giggles.
"Shuga, just take te tivkets. Te Titanic leavin' righ' now anyway. Have a good trip sweet. Oh and I packed your favite lunch. Eyes of Hagrid, hair of Moody an' fat of Myrtle." Mrabbe said in his most southern voice he could manage.
Hermione sniffle in the background and not so whispers, "That is so sweet of her."
Meanwhile, Ron takes out his lion hat and pulls the string to make a loud roaring sound. All thanks to Luna Lovegood.
Draco grabs his favorite red temptation tightie whities Snape gave him and heads for the Titanic.
Was it weird or was it weird? Now all you have to do is REVIEW PLEASE!
Disclaimer- What? This isn't mine? JK Rowling?? HA! Like she could write something as good as mine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ Parody: The Titanic
Chapter 1- Meeting of the Idiots
Ranger Babe
"All righ' boys, hand them babies over."
"Mate, we aint got no babies. Wait, do we got som' babies back there Marry? We aint supposed to have no babies. We don't do babies do we Marry? Nope, so we don't got none-"
"Shut the sex up moyle!"
"I tink de word you looking for is fuck boss," Replied Mrabbe to his boss, Marry. He liked his job as an anonymous gambler in a one shot parody when no one sticks to the scripts.
He also liked the idea of being a southern black woman. White women weren't up to scale on the ghetto dese days.
" `Ey Mrabbe, could ya maybe do a lime gazing into space while thinking about how we aint stickin' to the script and pay a little more attention to the movie, eh?" Marry stated. He got his dimes in all right. Wait, was it his dimes or nickels.
"But wat about them babies?" Moyle questioned. Seriously or unseriously we will never know because right then at that moment a killer shark came on set and ate everybody and killed the crew and set. Draco gave a loud cough. It was his cue and he was a major character in this story unlike Marry Pothead. Oh yeah, right, sorry Draco.
But at that moment.
"Alrigh' they aint no babies," Draco growled.
"But I wanted a baby." Moyle confessed.
"Stop interrupting my speech!" Draco shouted. "As I was saying.. They aint no babies because babies really mean puppies and puppies really mean them muggle paper things that you give me so I can get on the Titanic so them muggle paper thi-"
Mrabbe gave a loud snore on G and sustained it. He was tuning up for the big opera concert. Moyle Did some searching around for his bass b flat. He sounded a bit like Draco's mother in the shower.Marry tuned up for his soprano note. They were all not in perfect harmony as they snored their big hit Marylin Manson ate my girlfriend.
Draco slammed his fist on the table."Owieeee! Ouch! Mommy! I broke a nail," Draco wailed like a shrilly girl waving her signs up for Hanson at an NSYNC concert. "This cant be happening! I just got them done!"
"Ooh, wut cula did you get 'em done in? I had sum Purple mountain majesty las' week" Mrabbe said.
"Snape did 'em passion pink and grimy green this week. You know for Slytherin and all." Draco gave a loud giggle and added. "And because passion pink is the color of the week." He doubled over in a fit of giggles. And I mean very girly giggles.
"Shuga, just take te tivkets. Te Titanic leavin' righ' now anyway. Have a good trip sweet. Oh and I packed your favite lunch. Eyes of Hagrid, hair of Moody an' fat of Myrtle." Mrabbe said in his most southern voice he could manage.
Hermione sniffle in the background and not so whispers, "That is so sweet of her."
Meanwhile, Ron takes out his lion hat and pulls the string to make a loud roaring sound. All thanks to Luna Lovegood.
Draco grabs his favorite red temptation tightie whities Snape gave him and heads for the Titanic.
Was it weird or was it weird? Now all you have to do is REVIEW PLEASE!
