AN: Last chapter folks! I had a lot of fun writing this one. So, enjoy! :)

Tuesday Afternoon:

Ginny poked her scared face into the kitchen, torn between her newly-acquired fear of Auntie Muriel and her fear of what would happen to her brothers if she didn't say something. "Mummy," she squeaked, "Freddie and Gorge are covered in cereal!"

"What's that, Poppet?" Molly asked, relieved for an excuse to turn away from Muriel for a moment.

"Dey're covered in cereal!" she shouted, her eyes wide.

Molly paused with a confused look on her face. "They're covered in… what?" she asked.

"Cereal!" Ginny jumped up and down frantically, desperate to get her point across, "I t'ink dey've got a h'infection!"

"All right, Ginny," Molly looked like she wasn't sure whether she should be worried or amused. She knew what Fred and George were like. "I'm coming."

Ginny grabbed her mother's hand and dragged her into the living room, where Fred and George stood sheepishly in the middle. The whole room was covered in a fine, white powder, and the twins were liberally coated with the stuff. Wherever it came into contact with their skin, it had formed a crusty, sickly-brown covering that did indeed look like cornflakes.

"Hi Mum," said Fred jocularly, "You probably don't want to come in here right now, it's kind of…" He seemed to shrink, though, as Molly leveled her glare at him. George gave a guilty shrug, shedding excess powder from his shoulders.

Molly exploded.

Ginny crept back to the room she shared with her parents, where Arthur was double-checking that he had everything he needed in his Undetectably-Extended trunk. She had never meant to get Fred and George in trouble; she had thought they had a deadly disease and were going to drop dead any second. Ginny tried not to listen to Molly's shouting, but it was hard not to, especially when she heard a screech from Muriel as she stepped out of the kitchen and saw the ruin of her living room. As the yelling continued, though, Ginny had to suppress a grin. It was pretty funny, what the twins had done.

Eventually, Molly and Muriel cooled down enough to send Fred and George to bed with no supper (after fixing their skin problem), and Arthur was called into the living room to help siphon off the rest of the Wartcap powder. At that point, Ginny had worked up the courage to creep behind her father to watch. By the time they were finished, it was time for Arthur to leave for the Ministry. Everyone but the twins—who were still sentenced to their room—waved Arthur off as he got into the car. Muriel just scowled. Ginny wished she could have gone with her father. Any Ministry meeting had to be better that putting up with Auntie Muriel for another week-and-a-half.

Once again, everyone sat down to their meal in silence. Bill, Charlie, Ron, and Ginny were too busy fantasizing about a boring Office-Head meeting, and Muriel, Molly and Percy were still fuming about Fred and George's exploits.

Suddenly, Bill put down his fork and said, "Does anyone else smell something?"

Ginny sniffed the air. Now that he mentioned it, there was a strange smell hovering over the table.

Charlie took a bite of his chicken casserole. "It smells almost like—" he began to say, then abruptly bit his lip in an effort not to laugh. Percy, who was sitting to the right of Muriel wrinkled his nose and surreptitiously tried to scoot his chair away from his great-aunt, where—Ginny realized—the horrible smell was coming from. Ron turned green again.

"What?" snapped Muriel, "What smell? I can't smell anything."

Charlie let out a poorly suppressed snort of laughter which he somehow managed to pass off as a sneeze, while Bill was turning red in the face in his attempt to prevent himself from doing the same, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"Will someone tell me what in Merlin's name is going on!" shouted Muriel.

Charlie couldn't take it anymore and finally gasped, "Dungbombs! It smells like Dungbombs!" The corners of Ginny's mouth twitched upward. It wasn't hard for her to guess who had planted the Dungbombs. Molly's face paled, and Percy—abandoning all pretenses—shoved his chair as far away from Muriel as he could. Bill burst into laughter and fell off the side of his own seat at the sight of this. Ron's jaw dropped.

Auntie Muriel looked momentarily speechless.

At that moment the front door flew open and Arthur dragged Fred and George into the house with a look of great exasperation on his normally-pleasant features. George plastered a winning smile on his face and waggled his fingers hopefully at his mother. Molly was not pleased.

Muriel exploded.

Exactly ten minutes later, the nine Weasleys were booted unceremoniously from the premises, with the parting words, "And don't you dare show your carrot-topped faces in my house again!"

Nobody could say they were sad to leave.

Fred and George were treated as heroes during the car ride home. During the whole hour-long flight, Bill, Charlie, and Ron all took turns slapping their backs and laughing. Ginny smiled until her mouth hurt.

"Alright," Charlie finally said, "We're all dying to know how you did it."

"Well," said Fred, "It's a secret."

Everyone in the car went ballistic with protests.

"You want to know what really happened?" George almost had to shout to be heard above the ruckus. Heads bobbed excitedly from every seat.

"We started by hiding the Dungbombs in Muriel's chair," said Fred, "And then…"

"Then," George finished, "We created the Wartcap-Powdered Living-Room Fiasco."

"You reacted exactly as planned, Mum," said Fred, "And sent us off to our room to be forgotten."

"After that, it was a simple matter, really…"

"We just snuck into your room while Dad was cleaning up the Fiasco…"

"And hid in his trunk!" George finished happily.

Ginny grinned even wider than before. The only person who was not impressed by the twins' story was Percy, who listened to it all with pursed lips and a tight expression. Even Molly said (rather reluctantly), "Well, I guess we won't have to—I mean—won't be able to go Auntie Muriel's house anymore." Fred and George grinned widely at each other.

Arthur was driving (or, more accurately, flying) the car. About five minutes after they left, Molly had suddenly cried, "Arthur, don't you have your meeting to get to?" Arthur sheepishly admitted that it wasn't very important, really, and it didn't affect his office very much anyway. Fred and George grinned again.

The ride home seemed to pass much quicker than they remembered, and everyone was still in good spirits when they arrived at the Burrow. As they helped unpack the luggage, Fred and George found themselves still the center of attention. Charlie gave them a last pat on the back, and Arthur passed them on his way to the house with a bemused sort of smile on his face.

"Should we tell him?" George asked.

"Tell him what?" said Fred, "That half his underwear is currently residing in Auntie Satan's sock drawer so we could make room for ourselves in his trunk?"

George caught his twin's eye, smiled, and waved it off.

"Nah… We'll let him wonder."

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