Umbridge was talking to Fudge using the Floo Network in Hogwarts. She was sitting in front of the fire with an array of weird objects from Zonko's Joke Shop. "And this one," she held up a love potion, "I'll put next to Bellatrix's bag and frame her for conspiring to enamourate the headmaster!" She laughed like she was on wine. She was on wine, that was the point.
"Right," Fudge said uncertainly.
"Lucius Malfoy will get the Fanged Frisbee special edition kit. He obviously will be shown up as immature and not able to teach kids! Who owns a fanged frisbee nowadays except kids!?"
Fudge didn't want to add his very respectable wife owned one.
"My plan will work. Nobody will link it up to me at all! I bet nobody else thought of framing the blighters,"
"I read a report about how they're not bad teachers," Fudge lightly said.
"Ha HA!" A bang sounded as the door slammed open, revealing Harry Potter, the knight in shining armour, the guy with the cape. "I have come to confirm my suspicions," he eyed the joke materials.
Walking into Umbridge's room, he laughed as he saw the ridiculous items. "I will tell the teachers about this and then you'll learn."
Umbridge walked up to him, "my dear boy the teachers were learn nothing of this! You hear me?" She aimed her wand as Snape walked in.
"Finite Incantem," he spoke lazily. Or Snape-ily.
"I thought Potter was joking when he told me you were up to something. Now you've proved to be as ridiculous as him,"
Umbridge was kicked out of Hogwarts that night from inspection duties and kicked into the Daily Prophet the next day.