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"PRETTY BOY ACTION MAN IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The whole room froze, as everyone turned to look at the strange man (at least, they thought he was a man) that had just charged through the door. He had long golden hair, though half of it was rolled up in pink curlers. A pink hair net was over his face, like a mask, obscuring is identity. He held a manicure kit in one hand, and in the other he held a hair blower.
"Who?" An employee asked, staring at this strange, er, man in awe.
"I am PRETTY BOY ACTION MAN!!!!!!!! AKA, PABAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM HERE TO STOP YOUR EVIL, SINISTER, BAD, FOUL, GRUESOME, TERRIBLE, GROTESQUE, TWISTED- "
Ron groaned. "This could take a while."
~*Hogwarts infirmary*~
"HAHAHAHAHA! Now the whole world will laugh at your expense, you stupid magic freaks," a faceless voice cried.
"No, it's not fair! It's not!" Harry yelled. He looked around and gasped at what he saw. Ron and Hermione, being ridiculed. Sirius and Remus never able to live under the same roof. Voldemort, crying softly in a corner, muttering to himself about the 'bloody-boy-who-lived'. Dumbledor, with his head on his hands, was the one to truly get to Harry though.
"Harry. . . how could you have let your fame do this to us? What did we do to you that was so terrible, Harry? Why are you doing this?"
"Professor Dumbledor! I. . . I didn't mean for it to be like this, I swear!"
"We hate you Harry."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Harry woke with a start, panting hard. He looked around to find himself in the Hogwarts infirmary, with no one else around. ::It was all a dream::, he thought, desperately trying to calm himself. Suddenly, he remembered the situation. He had to get to Fanfiction.net HQ to help with the fight.
::My only real option is to have the Dursley's drive me:: he thought, ruefully. With that in mind, however, he sprang from his bed, grabbed some floo powder, and flooed to the Dursley's. How did he get there, though his fireplace was not on the floo network? Don't ask me, I'm just retelling this story the way it happened. Figure it out on your own.
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"-HORRIBLE, AWFUL, TAINTED, ROTTEN, STUPID, DEADLY, INEXCUSIBLE WRITING!" The whole room gave a relieved sigh. Who knew that there could be so many synonyms for the word 'bad'? Ron walked up close to Pabam and looked at his hair net carefully. He gasped, as he recognized the glittering curlers.
"You! You're Lockhart!" he gasped, though no one else heard him.
"SHHHHHHH!" Pabam hissed. "You can not reveal my true identity!" Ron gave him a strange look, then backed away slowly, clearly disturbed by this pink man.
Everyone's attention was diverted to the stairwell as a few officers started coming into the room. "This is the police! We have you surrounded! Put your hands up in the air!"
"Put your hands in the air?" Arthur Weasley asked, in confusion. "Why? That sounds quite ridiculous." His eyes suddenly widened. "Please-men! Oh my, how delightful!" He ran over to the closest officer. "Now, what is that shiny thing?" he said, pointing to the badge on his shirt. "I know it's some symbol of authority. . ."
"Free bracelets!" Mrs. Weasley squealed, pointing at the handcuffs. Pabam knew these blue men's sinister intentions though. He also knew he could not handle them all by himself. It was time for back up plan number 1. He pulled out a couple different hair sprays.
"HAIR. . . SPRAY. . . MAGICAL. . . ACTION!!!!!!!!!" He threw the hairspray in separate directions, creating a smoke screen. He then pulled out his pocket mirror.
"Come in PAGAW, this is PABAM. Come in, PAGAW. . ."
~*Somewhere in France*~
Fleur was sitting infront of her mirror, combing her hair when her pocket communicator mirror started beeping. She pulled it out and gasped.
"Uncle! What is ze matter?"
"Pagaw, you need to come here right now! We have a serious mission."
Fleur nodded her head. "I will be zer veri soon." ::Hold on dear uncle, PRETTY GIRL ACTION WOMAN will be there soon!::
~*Fanfiction.net HQ*~
The wizards and witches were surrounded by policemen, in the center of the room. Pabam looked about, trying to find a way out, but to no avail. The policemen started advancing, slowly. Then the door opened. . .
AN: Not my longest, not my best, but I will tell you one thing. . . I was hard pressed for time to get this typed up. With my scholars writing program, being the lead flute in band, the sniper attacks around here, and other schmoo, I have been extremely busy. I'm so so so so so so so sorry it took me so long to get this out, and I promise, next chapter should be one of the craziest yet. I don't have time to make a long list of who's in the last chapter, but you know who you are.
Sadly, I don't have time for thank you notes, so I'll type them up asap and attach them to my next chapter! For those of you who reviewed, you get one of Pabam's fingernail clippings! So be happy! Be back soon! I hope. . .
"PRETTY BOY ACTION MAN IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The whole room froze, as everyone turned to look at the strange man (at least, they thought he was a man) that had just charged through the door. He had long golden hair, though half of it was rolled up in pink curlers. A pink hair net was over his face, like a mask, obscuring is identity. He held a manicure kit in one hand, and in the other he held a hair blower.
"Who?" An employee asked, staring at this strange, er, man in awe.
"I am PRETTY BOY ACTION MAN!!!!!!!! AKA, PABAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM HERE TO STOP YOUR EVIL, SINISTER, BAD, FOUL, GRUESOME, TERRIBLE, GROTESQUE, TWISTED- "
Ron groaned. "This could take a while."
~*Hogwarts infirmary*~
"HAHAHAHAHA! Now the whole world will laugh at your expense, you stupid magic freaks," a faceless voice cried.
"No, it's not fair! It's not!" Harry yelled. He looked around and gasped at what he saw. Ron and Hermione, being ridiculed. Sirius and Remus never able to live under the same roof. Voldemort, crying softly in a corner, muttering to himself about the 'bloody-boy-who-lived'. Dumbledor, with his head on his hands, was the one to truly get to Harry though.
"Harry. . . how could you have let your fame do this to us? What did we do to you that was so terrible, Harry? Why are you doing this?"
"Professor Dumbledor! I. . . I didn't mean for it to be like this, I swear!"
"We hate you Harry."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Harry woke with a start, panting hard. He looked around to find himself in the Hogwarts infirmary, with no one else around. ::It was all a dream::, he thought, desperately trying to calm himself. Suddenly, he remembered the situation. He had to get to Fanfiction.net HQ to help with the fight.
::My only real option is to have the Dursley's drive me:: he thought, ruefully. With that in mind, however, he sprang from his bed, grabbed some floo powder, and flooed to the Dursley's. How did he get there, though his fireplace was not on the floo network? Don't ask me, I'm just retelling this story the way it happened. Figure it out on your own.
~*Fanfiction.net HQ*~
"-HORRIBLE, AWFUL, TAINTED, ROTTEN, STUPID, DEADLY, INEXCUSIBLE WRITING!" The whole room gave a relieved sigh. Who knew that there could be so many synonyms for the word 'bad'? Ron walked up close to Pabam and looked at his hair net carefully. He gasped, as he recognized the glittering curlers.
"You! You're Lockhart!" he gasped, though no one else heard him.
"SHHHHHHH!" Pabam hissed. "You can not reveal my true identity!" Ron gave him a strange look, then backed away slowly, clearly disturbed by this pink man.
Everyone's attention was diverted to the stairwell as a few officers started coming into the room. "This is the police! We have you surrounded! Put your hands up in the air!"
"Put your hands in the air?" Arthur Weasley asked, in confusion. "Why? That sounds quite ridiculous." His eyes suddenly widened. "Please-men! Oh my, how delightful!" He ran over to the closest officer. "Now, what is that shiny thing?" he said, pointing to the badge on his shirt. "I know it's some symbol of authority. . ."
"Free bracelets!" Mrs. Weasley squealed, pointing at the handcuffs. Pabam knew these blue men's sinister intentions though. He also knew he could not handle them all by himself. It was time for back up plan number 1. He pulled out a couple different hair sprays.
"HAIR. . . SPRAY. . . MAGICAL. . . ACTION!!!!!!!!!" He threw the hairspray in separate directions, creating a smoke screen. He then pulled out his pocket mirror.
"Come in PAGAW, this is PABAM. Come in, PAGAW. . ."
~*Somewhere in France*~
Fleur was sitting infront of her mirror, combing her hair when her pocket communicator mirror started beeping. She pulled it out and gasped.
"Uncle! What is ze matter?"
"Pagaw, you need to come here right now! We have a serious mission."
Fleur nodded her head. "I will be zer veri soon." ::Hold on dear uncle, PRETTY GIRL ACTION WOMAN will be there soon!::
~*Fanfiction.net HQ*~
The wizards and witches were surrounded by policemen, in the center of the room. Pabam looked about, trying to find a way out, but to no avail. The policemen started advancing, slowly. Then the door opened. . .
AN: Not my longest, not my best, but I will tell you one thing. . . I was hard pressed for time to get this typed up. With my scholars writing program, being the lead flute in band, the sniper attacks around here, and other schmoo, I have been extremely busy. I'm so so so so so so so sorry it took me so long to get this out, and I promise, next chapter should be one of the craziest yet. I don't have time to make a long list of who's in the last chapter, but you know who you are.
Sadly, I don't have time for thank you notes, so I'll type them up asap and attach them to my next chapter! For those of you who reviewed, you get one of Pabam's fingernail clippings! So be happy! Be back soon! I hope. . .