Disclaimer: Yeah. Do I look rich?
A/N: Another cheery Marauder fic. They would be posted together. but I'm trying to get together enough stories to beta.
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"I hate detention." James grumbled as the four Marauders trudged over to McGonagall's office.
"Well if we didn't cause so much trouble all the time we wouldn't get detention..." Whined Peter.
"I think it's the getting caught that's the problem." Mused Remus.
"Excellent point, Moony. But if we didn't get caught, who would get the credit? The fame is part of the fun!"
Remus nodded thoughtfully. "Touché, Prongsie, though I think infamy is a better word."
Sirius sighed heavily, but then grinned. You could almost see the lightbulb hovering over his head. "You know what they say..."
"What do they say, Padfoot?"
"In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun--"
"No there's not..." Whined Peter.
"Hear me out! Find the fun, and snap!" He snapped his fingers. "The job's a game." He started to sing. "And every task you undertake becomes a piece of cake! A lark! A spree! It's very clear to see that a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, the medicine go down, the medicine go down. Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down in the most delightful way!"
The three other Marauders looked at Padfoot in shock. Slowly, James grinned.
"I think dear Mickey is going to like that song..."